Chapter 458: The Sword That Silenced the Battlefield

The Sword That Silenced the Battlefield

"Haha, Mike, let’s see how you can hold on! How can this small Celestis Restoration Art make up for the gap between us? Prepare to pay with your life for the death of my Sky Breaker Academy’s students."

His laughter rolled across the battlefield.

There was confidence in it.

Absolute confidence.

At this moment, Gareth believed victory was already within his grasp.

Even if Guardian Elder Smith and Shera attacked together, he believed he could withstand them.

He had already fused with the divine power of the Gluttony wolf.

His strength had risen to a terrifying level.

The difference between him and Mike was simply too large.

Mike stared at him through the brilliant holy light.

His expression remained cold.

But inwardly, he understood the situation better than anyone.

I can’t hold him forever.

The thought flashed through his mind.

Yet he did not retreat.

There was nowhere to retreat.

Behind him stood the students and elders of the Celestis Academy.

If he stepped back, Gareth’s power would reach them.

He could not allow that.

Even if his bones broke beneath this pressure, he had to stand here.

Shera saw the situation as well.

His black eyes widened.

"Not good, Senior Brother is going to lose!"

He immediately stepped forward.

Mana surged around his body.

He was about to attack.

But before Shera could move...

Something changed in the sky.

A faint sound suddenly drifted across the battlefield.

Clang...

It was extremely soft.

Almost inaudible.

Yet every cultivator present heard it.

Shera stopped.

Guardian Elder Smith raised his head.

Gareth’s laughter abruptly ceased.

The wind stopped.

The clouds seemed to freeze.

Even the dust hanging in the air remained suspended for a brief moment.

Then—

A sword slowly flew over from the distant horizon.

It moved without haste.

No one seemed to control it.

No hand held its hilt.

No figure accompanied it.

It simply crossed the sky.

Slowly.

Silently.

Yet the moment it appeared, the entire battlefield was filled with an indescribable sword intent.

Mike’s pupils contracted.

Shera’s expression changed.

Guardian Elder Smith looked toward the horizon in disbelief.

"What...?"

The sword suddenly trembled.

Then—

Boom!

A shocking sword energy descended from the heavens.

It was so sharp that the clouds were split apart.

Space itself seemed to tremble beneath its edge.

Gareth’s face instantly changed.

The arrogance that had filled his eyes disappeared.

His pupils contracted violently.

"This..."

He stared at the approaching sword.

His complexion turned pale.

Fear appeared in his eyes for the first time.

The sword energy descended.

It crossed the battlefield in less than a breath.

The Gluttony wolf barely had time to react.

Its enormous body suddenly froze.

Then—

Slash!

A terrifying sword radiance passed through it.

Silence.

The Gluttony wolf’s body remained suspended in the air.

For one brief moment, nothing happened.

Then its enormous body split apart.

Blood scattered across the sky.

The Guardian Spirit that had been roaring moments ago was killed on the spot.

The sudden change stunned everyone.

No one spoke.

No one moved.

Even the surrounding air seemed to have forgotten how to flow.

Gareth stood there frozen.

His face was drained of color.

He stared at the broken sword floating in the distance.

It looked old.

Rust covered portions of its surface.

There were even cracks along the blade.

At first glance, it looked like nothing more than a broken piece of iron.

Yet the sword intent surrounding it was terrifying.

Not merely powerful.

Terrifying.

A murderous aura spread across the heavens.

Everyone felt their scalps go numb.

Someone swallowed hard.

"What... is that?"

Nobody answered.

Another elder’s voice trembled.

"By its aura alone..."

His voice stopped.

He could not finish the sentence.

Because the answer was already forming in everyone’s hearts.

The sword floated silently above the battlefield.

Its ancient surface reflected a faint, cold light.

Someone finally whispered,

"An immortal sword?"

The words caused another wave of shock.

Another person stared at the sword in disbelief.

"This... Could look like this be the legendary sword that can even kill immortals?"

The moment those words were spoken, the entire battlefield fell into an eerie silence.

Everyone was shocked.

Their breathing became tense.

Even those standing far away could feel the murderous pressure radiating from the Supreme Demon Sword.

It was cold.

Too cold.

It did not feel like ordinary sword intent.

It felt as though countless dead souls were screaming from within the blade.

The surrounding temperature dropped sharply.

The wind carried a faint metallic scent.

Blood.

Drip...

Drip...

Blood fell onto the ground.

The sound was strangely clear.

No one knew where the blood had come from.

Perhaps it was from the shattered body of the Gluttony wolf.

Perhaps it was from someone else who had already fallen.

But in that instant, the battlefield seemed to transform.

The world itself appeared to lose its color.

The sky became blood-red.

The ground beneath everyone’s feet looked darker.

Killing intent surged from every direction.

It pressed against their bodies.

Against their minds.

Against their souls.

Several weaker students staggered backward.

Some could barely breathe.

Others clenched their weapons tightly, their fingers trembling uncontrollably.

Even the elders were no longer calm.

They had seen powerful weapons before.

They had witnessed terrifying Sacred Arts.

They had even fought against ancient beasts.

But this sword was different.

Its existence alone seemed to carry the authority to judge life and death.

The Supreme Demon Sword slowly circled through the sky.

Its blade made no sound.

Yet every movement caused the surrounding space to tremble.

Everyone’s breathing tightened.

Nobody dared to move.

Nobody dared to make the slightest careless sound.

Even Gareth, who had been laughing arrogantly moments ago, stood frozen.

His eyes remained fixed on the sword.

For the first time since the battle began, he understood something terrifying.

The situation had changed.

Completely.

Mike also looked upward.

His exhausted body remained beneath the fading holy light.

He stared at the ancient sword floating in the heavens.

His expression was solemn.

Who possessed such a sword?

Who could control a weapon capable of killing the Gluttony wolf in a single strike?

The answer was terrifying enough that nobody dared to say it aloud.

The Supreme Demon Sword continued to circle in the sky.

The blood-red world remained silent.

Then, finally, someone broke the silence.

"Whose sword is this?"