The Arrival of the Sword Immortal
Leon descended.
Then, with a light step, he landed directly on the Supreme Demon Sword.
His foot touched the tip of the ancient blade.
The sword immediately hung straight downward beneath him.
Leon stood there with his hands behind his back.
His posture was relaxed.
Elegant.
Untouched by the chaos below.
He looked like an immortal who had descended into the mortal world simply because he had grown bored of watching from afar.
His gaze swept across the battlefield.
There was a faint smile at the corner of his lips.
"Haha, there's still time…"
His chuckle was quiet.
Almost playful.
He looked at the scene before him casually, as though the terrifying battle that had nearly destroyed the surrounding land was nothing more than a minor disturbance.
It had to be said that the Sky Sovereign Golden Eagle Scared agile Scripture was incredibly fast.
Leon had calculated the distance before leaving.
