Chapter 184 - 177: Is This the Power of a Legendary Sword Saint?

The battlefield seemed to fall silent for a moment.

Countless gazes turned to the figure in the air, filled with shock, bewilderment, or disbelief.

The first to react were the Elves of the Silver Moon Race.

"Anton!"

Romance blurted out, her face lighting up with a genuinely joyous smile.

An irrepressible joy also appeared on Eleanor's face. The fatigue and gravity that had accumulated deep within her from days of fierce battle receded like a tide, replaced by an indescribable sense of peace.

The three Elders, Cedric, Darian, Elena... all the Elves of the Silver Moon Race revealed smiles of profound relief.

It was as if the mere appearance of that figure meant all their problems would be solved.

Sieg forced his opponent back with a single sword strike, disengaged from the fight, and looked up at Anton in the sky. His heart skipped a beat.

He clearly remembered Great Elder Leonard saying that Anton was in seclusion, attempting a breakthrough.

And now, he had appeared on the battlefield.

The implication was self-evident.

In stark contrast to the Elves and the Fallen Dragon Association was the reaction from Dragon City's side.

Aurion stared up at the figure in the air, the color draining from his face at a visible rate.

The very thing he had dreaded most had finally happened.

Anton had appeared on the battlefield before the City Lord.

For them, this was undoubtedly the worst possible news.

Without hesitation, Aurion's hand shot out like lightning to grasp the necklace around his neck.

A teardrop-shaped Gemstone was set upon it.

The Gemstone was a deep sea-blue, and a Tide seemed to surge within it. Each pulse emitted an incredibly dense fluctuation of the Water Element.

This was the trump card the City Lord had given him, specifically to deal with Anton.

The Gemstone could summon a water elemental spirit from the Elemental Origin Plane for a short time.

Its power was infinitely close to the Legendary Tier, and as an elemental creature, it was nearly immune to physical attacks, making it the perfect counter to Anton's incomparably sharp sword light.

Using a water elemental spirit against Anton couldn't be more fitting.

Under Aurion's control, the water elemental spirit took advantage of the Elves' momentary stun to brazenly break through their lines, roaring as it charged toward Anton.

Its body swelled rapidly as it charged, transforming into a terrifying giant twenty to thirty meters tall. It crashed toward Anton like a moving waterfall, carrying the force of a thousand tons of water.

By the time Eleanor and the others snapped out of it, it was too late to intercept.

Anton watched the menacing water elemental spirit charge at him, a scornful smile touching his lips.

'Using a water elemental spirit to deal with me?'

'Dragon City really thought they had it all figured out.'

'Before my breakthrough, dealing with a water elemental spirit might have taken some effort.'

'But now...'

A thought flickered through Anton's mind, and a profound, dark Water Curtain silently spread out around him, vast and boundless as it descended like the sky itself.

The Water Curtain did not look turbulent; it even had a tranquil quality. Yet, it gave the illusion of being bottomless, like a deep lake that had slumbered for a thousand years.

It was as if the profundity of the entire ocean had been condensed into this single Water Curtain.

Stare at it for too long, and it felt as if even one's soul would be sucked in, sinking into that lightless abyss.

After a slight pause, the Water Curtain suddenly surged forward, rolling toward the water elemental spirit like a colossal, world-devouring mouth.

The water elemental spirit instinctively sensed the danger. It let out a sharp roar, its water-forged body churning violently as it tried to turn and evade.

But the Water Curtain spread far faster than it could imagine, swallowing its massive body whole in the blink of an eye.

There was no struggle, no sound.

The water elemental spirit that had left the Elves helpless and that the magistrates had considered their final trump card simply dissolved into that profound darkness without a sound, not even leaving behind a wisp of mist.

The profound, dark Water Curtain rolled back to Anton's side, returning to its tranquil, deep appearance as if nothing had happened.

Feeling the Beiming True Water slowly growing stronger, a satisfied smile flashed in Anton's eyes.

'Kresol Dragon City really has given me a great gift.'

A water elemental spirit nearing the Legendary Tier contained an extremely rich amount of primal water elemental energy.

Once fully devoured and assimilated, it would be enough to strengthen his current Beiming True Water several times over, saving him an untold amount of cultivation effort.

On the ridge, both Grant and Alicia were visibly moved.

"Water Elemental Power? No, that's not quite it."

Grant stared intently at the profound, dark Water Curtain around Anton, his brow furrowed slightly.

He had fought the Azure Abyss Dragons of the Dragon Court not a hundred times, but at least seventy or eighty, and was all too familiar with Water Elemental Power.

The Water Curtain Anton had just conjured certainly bore a resemblance to Water Elemental Power, but it wasn't exactly the same.

If he had to describe it, it wasn't as pure and carried a faint, profound quality that even he couldn't see through.

Alicia also wore a pensive expression.

She had never seen a similar power either.

On the battlefield, everyone was dumbfounded.

A water elemental spirit on the verge of the Legendary Tier was gone, just like that?

The moment the water elemental spirit was engulfed by the Beiming True Water, the teardrop-shaped Gemstone on Aurion's neck shattered with a CRACK.

A bone-chilling cold shot up his spine and spread through his entire body.

The instant he saw Anton appear, an incredible thought had faintly surfaced in the depths of Aurion's mind, but he had been clinging to a sliver of hope.

But now, that last sliver of hope had been mercilessly crushed.

A Legend!

The Anton before him had clearly advanced to the Legendary Tier.

Back when Anton was at the Golden Peak, he could already contend with the City Lord head-on.

Now that his Law had manifested and he had stepped into the Legendary Tier, to what degree had his strength skyrocketed?

Aurion didn't dare to think, nor did he want to.

He only knew that today, Dragon City had utterly lost the war.

Lost completely, with no chance of a comeback.

The other magistrates were just as ashen-faced, their vertical pupils filled with despair and terror.

The fear of death was like an invisible hand, gripping their hearts so tightly they felt they were suffocating.

But despite the despair, the instinct for survival took over.

The four magistrates glanced at each other, reached a tacit understanding almost instantly, and bolted in different directions.

They frantically channeled their Magic Power, not daring to hold anything back. Their figures transformed into streaks of light, shooting into the distance at the fastest speed they had ever achieved in their lives.

However, the sword light was faster.

The moment they heard the whistling sound of something tearing through the air, the four magistrates sensed a sharp presence behind them, like the Grim Reaper's fingertips gently stroking the backs of their necks.

But before they could react, they were torn to shreds by the incomparably sharp sword light, reduced to a sky full of blood mist.

Before the blood mist could even dissipate, it was devoured and absorbed by a soul-devouring power within the sword light, becoming nourishment for the Sword Pill.

The four beams of sword light then flickered and abruptly multiplied into sixty-four, streaking out in all directions like an inescapable net of death, enveloping every member of the Dragon Race on the battlefield.

TSS! TSS! TSS!

The sword light weaved like a shuttle, crisscrossing through the dense formations of the Dragon Race.

One by one, members of the Dragon Race were helplessly shredded into a crimson mist by the sword light, only to be mercilessly devoured and absorbed immediately after.

The dull, dense sound of blood mist blooming in succession was like a silent downpour on parched earth.

A dozen breaths later, when the last beam of sword light returned to Anton's side and all the beams merged back into one, not a single member of the Dragon Race was left standing on the battlefield.

The four magistrates, hundreds of Pure-blooded Dragon Race officers, and several thousand Dragon Race soldiers had all been annihilated, not even a bone left behind.

The Elves and the members of the Fallen Dragon Association stared blankly at the scene, unable to process it for a long time.

'So many of the Dragon Race... gone, just like that?'

From the moment Anton attacked to the end of the battle, no more than a dozen breaths had passed, and at least five or six thousand members of the Dragon Race had been completely wiped out.

Such terrifying power was simply unheard of!

'Is this the power of a Legendary Sword Saint?'

On the ridge, Grant's eyes lit up.

He too was a master of Swordsmanship, proficient in many schools of swordsmanship and sword techniques.

But he had never seen Swordsmanship like Anton's.

It wasn't simply fast, nor was it simply sharp.

It was a Sword Dao that perfectly fused speed, sharpness, agility, and some deeper power.

Each beam of sword light seemed to have its own consciousness, coordinating flawlessly with the others, advancing and retreating with measure, all to cut, shred, and devour the enemy in one smooth, continuous motion.

It was as fluid as moving clouds and flowing water, a pleasure to behold.

"Superb Swordsmanship."

Grant praised in a low voice, his eyes filled with admiration.

Just being able to witness such sharp and unique Swordsmanship made him feel the trip was worthwhile.

Anton's gaze swept over the battlefield, falling on the Vassal Army soldiers who were frozen in terror. He didn't attack again, but simply spoke in a clear voice that carried across the entire battlefield.

"Surrender and live."

The Vassal Army soldiers, who were already scared out of their wits by Anton's brutal methods and had lost all will to fight, heard his words as if granted amnesty. They threw down their weapons and knelt in surrender.

The clatter of metal hitting the ground rose up in a continuous wave.

Seeing this, Anton finally recalled his Sword Pill.

Unlike the Dragon Race, who could serve as nourishment for his Sword Pill, there was no benefit in killing the Vassal Army. It was better to use them as slaves.

Whether it was for mining in the Dark Nether Realm or other forms of hard labor, a large workforce was needed.

These Vassal Army soldiers would be perfect for the job.

Anton slowly descended from the sky, his robes billowing slightly in the wind.

"Anton, you're finally back!" Romance was the first to rush over, her face full of irrepressible curiosity. "What was that just now? A Divine Technique?"

Following behind, Eleanor also showed a curious expression upon hearing this.

She remembered Anton saying that he could start cultivating Divine Techniques after breaking through to the Golden Core Stage.

'Could that profound, dark Water Curtain have been one?'

"Something like that."

Anton smiled without further explanation and turned to look at the three approaching Elders.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting."

"Not at all." The Great Elder's face was filled with unconcealable joy and relief. "All that matters is that you broke through."

The Second Elder and Third Elder were also beaming with joy.

From this day forward, their Clan finally had a new Legendary Powerhouse.

Sieg walked over at this moment, followed by Summers, Scott, and the others.

He congratulated Anton, "Congratulations on your promotion to Legend."

"Thank you." Anton gave a slight nod to Sieg and the others. "Thank you for your help during this time."

"We were all just looking out for our own interests." Sieg shook his head and smiled. "Besides, you're a member of the Fallen Dragon Association, so it's only right that we help our own."

Anton gave a faint smile and changed the subject. "I'll leave things here to you. I'm going to Dragon City now."

As soon as he said this, the surroundings fell silent.

Everyone's gaze fell upon Anton, their expressions varied.

The Great Elder was silent for a moment before saying with a grave expression, "Be careful."

Anton smiled slightly. "I will."

The moment his voice fell, he had already transformed into a streak of light, soaring into the sky and streaking toward the north.