Grand Return System

Chapter 244: The Sword That Crushed Mountains

The Sword That Crushed Mountains

Shera stood upright on the ground and did not move in the violent wind. He coldly looked at the incoming saber and gently raised his right hand.

"Sword, come!"

The flying sword on the ground instantly returned to his hand.

The sword let out a clear cry.

A sharp metallic hum echoed through the battlefield and spread into the sky like ripples crossing still water. The sound was not loud, yet everyone felt it enter their ears and shake their hearts.

Countless eyes widened.

The wind became colder.

Even the surrounding Mana seemed to grow restless.

Shera stood there with one hand behind his back and the other holding the sword casually at his side. His black robes fluttered violently under the pressure from Ronan’s attack, but his body did not move an inch.

Not one inch.

Across from him, Ronan’s face looked extremely ugly.

Blood still trickled from the corner of his lips after being sent flying moments ago.

Humiliation.

Pure humiliation.

As an elder of the Prison Holy Sect, one of the feared powers of the Forsaken Domain, he had been slapped away in front of countless cultivators.

His fingers tightened around the saber in his hand.

Veins bulged along his arm.

"Damn you..."

His eyes carried anger and embarrassment.

The disciples behind him also lowered their heads slightly.

The Prison Holy Sect had always stood above others.

They were famous throughout the Forsaken Domain as wardens and jailers.

Yet today...

They had become stepping stones.

Far away, Harry Taylor rubbed his eyes.

"...What the hell."

He swallowed.

"Guardian Elder Shera suddenly became this terrifying?"

Rias stared with her red eyes wide open.

Even Amaya was stunned speechless.

Selena quietly watched from behind.

Her silver-white hair moved gently in the wind as her blue eyes reflected Shera’s back.

She suddenly remembered many things.

During these years in Celestis Academy...

She had only heard rumors about Shera.

Scheming.

Cold.

Unpleasant.

But today...

He had stepped forward without hesitation.

Not because he liked Leon.

Not because he liked Amethyst Summit Division.

But because outsiders had bullied Celestis Academy students.

That alone was enough.

At this moment, Selena suddenly felt something strange in her heart.

Perhaps...

Celestis Academy was more united than she had imagined.

Meanwhile—

Ronan finally moved.

BOOM!

The ground beneath him shattered instantly.

Countless cracks spread outward like spiderwebs.

Dark Mana erupted from his body.

The violent aura surged toward the heavens.

The saber in his hand released black light as strange prison chains emerged around its blade.

The surrounding air instantly became heavy.

"Shadow Serpent Heaven Cleaver!"

Ronan roared furiously.

The technique Lavish had used against Selena appeared once again.

But this time—

It was completely different.

Lavish had only grasped the surface of the Sacred Art.

Ronan, however, had cultivated it for decades.

The moment the technique formed, even the surrounding Mana trembled violently.

A massive dark serpent suddenly formed behind him.

Its eyes glowed scarlet.

Its body stretched for hundreds of meters.

Dark scales covered its body, and countless sinister runes flickered across its surface. Its pressure alone made weaker cultivators feel suffocated.

The terrifying serpent opened its mouth and lunged toward Shera along with the saber strike.

BOOM!

The sky trembled violently.

People below immediately retreated.

"Retreat!"

"Quick!"

"Don’t get dragged into it!"

The pressure alone caused weaker cultivators to cough blood.

Harry’s face changed.

"F*ck! This old thing is really desperate now."

Shera merely glanced upward.

His eyes showed no panic.

No pressure.

Nothing.

Only calmness.

Almost disappointment.

He shook his head lightly.

"You spent all these years cultivating..."

"And this is it?"

Ronan’s face twisted.

"Arrogant fool!"

The serpent descended.

The giant saber light split the sky.

The earth beneath Shera began collapsing inch by inch.

Dust exploded.

Stones shattered.

Yet—

Shera slowly raised his sword.

No complicated hand signs.

No dramatic chanting.

Only one movement.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

"Mountain Cleaver."

No roar.

No dramatic movement.

Only two simple words.

Yet the moment those words left his mouth—

The sword in Shera’s hand suddenly released an ancient sword intent that felt as heavy as mountains themselves.

It was so fast that nobody could see it clearly.

For a brief moment—

Time itself felt slower.

Then—

BOOM!!!

The sky exploded.

The serpent froze.

The saber froze.

Everything froze.

Cracks suddenly spread across Ronan’s attack.

Then it shattered completely.

Like glass.

Like paper.

The terrifying serpent let out a miserable scream before exploding into countless particles.

Ronan’s eyes widened in horror.

"No—impossible!"

Before he could react—

Shera had already appeared in front of him.

The sword rested lightly against Ronan’s neck.

Shera smiled.

Cold.

Dangerous.

Disdainful.

"Prison Holy Sect?"

Shera looked at Ronan with complete indifference.

"What a weak sect..."

"They call themselves the Wardens of the Forsaken Domain?"

His lips curled into a cold smile.

"I expected something more impressive."

"Pfft..." Ronan spat out another mouthful of blood and almost fainted from anger.

At this moment, a voice came from the horizon.

"Sir, aren’t you looking down on our Prison Holy Sect too much?"

As soon as this voice appeared, it caused another commotion.

Space trembled as a Gray robed old man with a heavy white beard shuttled over.

"Hmm?" Shera frowned, but he quickly recovered and sneered.

"I was wondering who it was."

"So it’s the First Elder of the Prison Holy Sect, Respected Sirius."

"Why?"

"Do you want to avenge your student like this useless elder of yours?"

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