Blood-Colored Sword Domain
That was the second move of the Font Sword Art.
Sky Split Strike.
This was the first time Leon had used it since he learned it.
High above the burning battlefield, his black robes fluttered violently beneath the storm while purple sword intent spiraled endlessly around him like dragons dancing through the clouds. The massive blood-colored sword above his head trembled softly, releasing waves of terrifying pressure that distorted the surrounding space itself.
Leon's heartbeat slowly quickened.
Not from fear.
But excitement.
A pure swordsman's excitement.
The Font Sword Art was an absolute sword of life and death. Every strike carried the intent to sever heaven and earth itself. It was not a sword technique made merely for battle.
It was created to kill.
To dominate.
To stand above all swords beneath the heavens.
Leon condensed a soaring sword energy with just two fingers.
In an instant, all the vegetation within a hundred miles moved.
