Chapter 208: The Patriarch Emerges [Part 2]

The Patriarch Emerges [Part 2]

Leandro’s eyes narrowed.

For the first time, the excitement in his expression disappeared.

His gaze became completely serious.

He looked at the descending world.

Then he spoke softly.

"Fourth Killing Formation—Immortal Slayer!"

The instant those words fell—

BOOM!

Thousands of Stellar Sovereign puppets erupted with power.

Every single puppet released its full cultivation.

There was no hesitation.

No restraint.

Their power surged into the formations around them.

The countless formations finally connected completely.

Millions upon millions of divine patterns lit up across the heavens.

For one brief moment, the entire sky seemed to become a massive formation.

A terrifying killing force spread outward.

It was cold.

It was absolute.

Everything caught within its range was targeted for destruction.

The entire Sovereign Blessed Land began trembling.

Mountains shook.

The void groaned.

Even the surrounding space seemed to be on the verge of collapsing.

Everyone watching understood one thing.

If those two attacks collided directly, the consequences would be catastrophic.

The battle should have been stopped.

That much was obvious.

But there was a problem.

It was already too late.

Both attacks had been released.

Neither Norman nor Leandro could simply withdraw them anymore.

Their techniques had already reached the point where they could no longer be casually controlled.

If either of them tried to forcibly retract their killing move, the backlash would be severe.

They might even suffer serious injuries themselves.

But if they allowed the two attacks to collide...

One of the two prodigies would surely fall.

Both of them were members of the Salvatore family’s Rank.

Both were treasures of the family.

Both were considered future pillars of the clan.

The stewards stared helplessly at the battlefield.

Their faces had become pale.

Other ancient families worried because they didn’t have enough prodigies.

The Salvatore family’s problem was completely different.

Their prodigies were too terrifying.

They had barely begun fighting, yet their full-power battle was already strong enough to threaten the destruction of the entire blessed land.

Whether Leandro Salvatore fell or Norman Salvatore fell, the Salvatore family would suffer a loss it could not afford.

Yet now...

Nobody could stop them.

"The battle can only be stopped by the Patriarch!"

"But the Patriarch has been in seclusion for three years!"

"Someone go and ask the Patriarch to come out!"

"No!"

The older steward immediately shouted back.

"The Patriarch’s cultivation is the Salvatore family’s highest priority!"

The voices overlapped beneath the trembling heavens.

Everyone was panicking.

But no one dared to move.

Above them, two terrifying forces had already reached the point of no return.

On one side stood Norman Salvatore.

His body carried the fused might of divine and demonic power.

Behind him, that enormous world continued descending.

On the other side stood Leandro Salvatore.

Thousands of puppets surrounded him.

Countless ancient killing formations covered the heavens.

The two forces continued pressing against one another.

The entire Sovereign Blessed Land trembled beneath their pressure.

The air itself seemed to have become heavy.

Every breath carried the sharp taste of killing intent.

The older members of the Salvatore family stared upward.

Their expressions were tense.

Some had already clenched their fists.

Others looked toward Sovereign Peak again and again.

They wanted to intervene.

They desperately wanted to.

But they couldn’t.

If they entered that battlefield now, they would likely be crushed by the aftermath before they could even reach the two young men.

More importantly, Norman and Leandro were both Rank members of the family.

They weren’t ordinary disciples.

They were the family’s future.

Neither could be sacrificed.

Yet if those two ultimate attacks collided...

Nobody could predict what would happen.

The silence became suffocating.

No one spoke.

No one moved.

Even the people who had been shouting moments ago had fallen completely silent.

Then—

A gentle voice drifted down from Sovereign Peak.

"Enough."

The voice was soft.

There was no thunder behind it.

No overwhelming pressure.

No divine phenomenon.

No terrifying aura.

Just one ordinary word.

Yet the moment that word fell—

The world became silent.

Everything stopped.

The violent wind ceased.

The trembling space became still.

The countless killing formations hanging above the heavens froze in place.

Even the enormous descending world behind Norman seemed to lose its momentum.

Everyone stared upward in disbelief.

Then something even more unbelievable happened.

Everything began to reverse.

The divine and demonic phantoms behind Norman slowly re-emerged.

The enormous world began retreating.

The thousands of Leandro Salvatore puppets started moving backward through the sky.

One after another, they returned to their original positions.

The fully formed killing formations began dissolving.

Their countless arcane patterns separated.

Then they flowed backward.

It was as though an invisible hand were rewriting reality itself.

Even the shattered space began restoring itself.

Cracks disappeared.

Distorted laws returned to their proper order.

The terrifying killing intent vanished.

The trembling earth slowly became still.

The scene was so unnatural that everyone stood frozen.

Nobody could understand what they were witnessing.

It was almost as if time itself had begun flowing backward.

No one spoke.

No one even dared breathe too loudly.

Norman stared at the sky.

Leandro did the same.

Both of them were still slightly dazed.

Then someone finally reacted.

"It’s the Patriarch!"

"The Patriarch has emerged from seclusion!"

"We greet the Patriarch!"

The entire Sovereign Blessed Land erupted into movement.

Every member of the Salvatore family immediately bowed.

Some lowered their heads so deeply that their foreheads nearly touched the ground.

Even Norman and Leandro, who were still slightly dazed from the battle, immediately turned toward Sovereign Peak.

They straightened themselves.

Then they joined the salute.

"Greetings, Patriarch!"

Their voices echoed throughout the blessed land.

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