The Purple Sword Monarch Arrives
Then—
A figure emerged.
Dressed in midnight robes embroidered with faint amethyst patterns.
Long black hair flowed behind him.
Purple eyes shone beneath the crimson sky.
He stepped out of the void calmly.
As if taking a casual walk.
As if the terrifying battlefield meant nothing to him.
The moment people recognized him—
The crowd erupted.
"Leon!"
"It's Leon!"
"The Purple Sword Monarch himself!"
Disbelief filled countless faces.
Leon walked through the void step by step.
Invisible sword intent spread from his body.
The surrounding world seemed to resonate with him.
The sea quieted.
The wind slowed.
Even the raging Mana seemed to submit.
Every step felt natural.
Yet every step carried overwhelming pressure.
Then—
People noticed something else.
An aura.
A terrifying aura.
One that surpassed the Sage Realm.
One that belonged to a Pinnacle Realm expert.
The crowd exploded into chaos.
"This…"
