nownovels Chapter 398
Chapter 398
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His voice cut through the air like a blade, the crowd shivering under the weight of his words.
Suddenly, three more figures darted out from the crowd, their auras flaring as they surrounded Leon. They were all high-level cultivators, their combined energy forming a deadly pressure that crashed down on the area.
"Attack together!" one of them shouted. "We'll take him down!"
In unison, they launched their attacks. One sent a barrage of fiery blasts toward Leon, while another formed a massive spear of ice, hurling it straight at him. The third unleashed a storm of wind and lightning, the air itself crackling with electricity.
The crowd held their breath as the attacks converged on Leon, the sheer power of the combined assault enough to destroy a small city. The air around them buzzed with energy, and for a moment, it seemed as though Leon would be overwhelmed.
But then, Leon moved.
With a speed that was almost impossible to follow, he disappeared from his spot, reappearing behind one of the attackers. Before the man could react, Leon's fist collided with his back, sending him flying across the courtyard like a ragdoll. The second attacker barely had time to register what had happened before Leon was in front of him, his foot smashing into the man's chest, shattering his ribs with a sickening crack.
The third attacker tried to retreat, but Leon was faster. In an instant, Leon was before him, grabbing his arm and twisting it at an unnatural angle. The man screamed in agony as Leon hurled him to the ground with enough force to crack the stone beneath him.
Silence fell over the courtyard once again. The three attackers lay crumpled and broken at Leon's feet, their bodies twitching in pain. Leon dusted off his hands, as though the fight had been nothing more than a mild inconvenience.
The Saint, still standing in shock, took a step back. His confidence shattered, he now saw Leon for what he truly was—a monster, beyond comprehension. Nôv(el)B\\jnn
"Now," Leon said, his voice calm and menacing, "who's next?"
The crowd was still. No one dared move, let alone speak. The power Leon had displayed was beyond anything they had expected. Even those who had been preparing to step forward found themselves frozen in fear.
Leon's eyes swept over the terrified faces before him, and he let out a soft chuckle.
Then, he looked at the man who stood there fearlessly.
"What's your name?"
"Why are you afraid now?"The man asked and flicked his sleeve.
"I am Saint Paul."
Heavy gasps and murmurs started to echo from the surroundings.
"Wait! Isn't he one of the higher members of the Federation?"
"Hahahahaha!"
The sound was sharp, cold, and unhinged, sending a collective shiver down the spines of everyone present.
"So here you were, Paul," Leon sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. "I wondered where you disappeared. I was told I'd find you in Sector 9... but you weren't there."
He paused, his eyes glinting with a terrifying excitement as he scanned Paul's stiffening form.
"So, this is where you holed up? Hahaha!"
Paul's heart pounded in his chest, a deep sense of unease clawing at his mind. That laughter, that chilling presence..it was all too familiar.
His lips parted, trembling slightly as he struggled to speak.
"Who... Who are you?" Paul asked, his voice shaky. "You're talking as if you know me very well."
Leon's lips curled, his grin widening into something far more sinister.
"Kekeke... Of course, I don't know you, but you should know me very well," Leon said, his voice chilling down carrying a weight that made Paul's stomach twist.
"After all, it was you who declared me an unwanted criminal."
The moment those words left Leon's lips, an eerie silence blanketed the entire courtyard. The weight of his revelation hit like a hammer, and for a moment, it seemed as though the very air had frozen. Those who had witnessed the infamous fight between Han Yu and Lucien exchanged knowing glances. The realization was settling in.
Ael and Morbius, standing off to the side, glanced at Paul with expressions of thinly veiled amusement, as though they were watching an inevitable tragedy unfold.
Paul felt his pulse quicken, his mouth dry. The ominous feeling that had been gnawing at him erupted into full-blown dread. He could hear the sound of a death bell tolling in his mind, its haunting chime filling him with a primal fear. Desperately trying to mask his terror, he asked, his voice barely a whisper, "Are... are you... Leon...?"
Leon's grin stretched wider, so wide it seemed unnatural, as a crimson aura, thick and suffocating, began to rise around him like a deadly storm.
"Yes," Leon hissed, his voice like the edge of a blade. "That's me."
The soft words sounded like a cacophony of thunder blasting in his ears again and again.
Paul's breath hitched, his heart sinking as he realized the nightmare standing before him was real.
It was at this moment, he knew he fucked up.