The Sword Domain of Slaughter
The tense aura was burning. The two powerful sword intents collided, producing brilliant sparks. In an instant, the wind and grass within a hundred miles gathered under the violent wind, forming a layer of sword energy.
The entire sky above the barren wasteland trembled faintly.
Clouds churned violently like an angry sea. The ground cracked beneath the pressure radiating from the two experts. Every blade of grass, every drifting leaf, every grain of dust seemed to become part of the battlefield.
The spectators watching from afar subconsciously retreated another few hundred meters.
Even then, nobody felt safe.
Harry Taylor's breathing had unconsciously become heavy. His green eyes stared fixedly at the figure dressed in midnight robes embroidered with thin amethyst patterns.
Leon stood there calmly.
