Grand Return System

"Forbidden technique?" Leon was stunned.

His fingers lightly tapped the armrest once.

There was indeed such a forbidden technique within Celestis Academy.

Blood Rage.

A method that forcefully elevated one’s cultivation by burning blood and Mana together.

Extreme.

The Seven Division masters had long reached a quiet consensus not to let their students cultivate this secret technique. Not because it was formally banned in the academy laws—ironically, it wasn’t written anywhere—but because everyone understood its cost.

Broken meridians.

A cultivator might win one battle... and lose the path of a lifetime.

Especially for gifted heirs.

Leon’s gaze deepened.

Above the arena, Mike’s expression remained unreadable.

After all...

If the boy ruined himself willingly, what did it have to do with others?

Softly.

"Haha, interesting... Forbidden technique?"

"Hmm, it seems like it’s nothing much."

She turned sharply.

Her blue eyes widened in disbelief.

But Leon’s expression did not change.

If this had been any other realm, perhaps Blood Rage would have been troublesome.

Shan stood in the awkward threshold between Astral Realm and GrandMaster Realm.

No laws.

No true transformation.

And Blood Rage could amplify strength—

It could not help one touch laws.

Could not create a true breakthrough.

Not wiser.

"What do you mean by that?" she demanded.

"I really don’t know if you’re truly confident... or just pretending."

Said nothing.

That smile made Maya even more frustrated.

a small part of her relaxed.

Below—

Selena had already noticed Shan’s change.

The violent instability.

She had originally prepared to unleash Moonlight Flicker Strike.

But suddenly—

The sword technique in her hand dissolved.

Then a faint smile touched her lips.

she whispered to herself,

The realization struck her like lightning.

she thought of Leon.

Of his strange insistence.

His preparation.

A thought stirred in her heart.

Was that why he taught me Moonlight Flicker Strike?

There—

stood that white figure she admired.

Midnight robes touched by amethyst thread.

Calm as ever.

something warm flickered in Selena’s chest.

Pride.

Her Teacher had prepared a path for her.

A cold snort escaped her.

Her voice sharpened.

The Amethyst Mist Sword turned in her hand—

An odd movement.

Yet it made every elder’s pupils contract.

everything changed.

An even colder blood energy erupted.

Soul-piercing cold.

Murderous.

White frost...

Heaven and underworld interwoven.

Clouds above twisted.

something monstrous seemed to form in the sky.

Gigantic.

As if a Demon from the netherworld had opened its jaws.

It was felt.

Inside the soul.

No one breathed.

Even the wind seemed dead.

His fists clenched so hard his knuckles whitened.

"What sword technique is this?"

Because what he sensed...

Mike stood.

Shera stood.

No one could remain seated.

The Demon from Nine Nether was roaring.

that ancient shield—

Ripples spread across it.

An elder gasped,

Another whispered,

Shera’s face finally lost color.

Not this.

And then—

Her silver hair swept like moonlight.

Voice cold as judgment.

No—

With a sharp cry she drew.

The world split.

Devouring.

Sword intent became apocalypse.

but annihilation.

And all blood left his face.

Pure fear.

He had been arrogant.

Confident in brute strength.

he was at a loss.

His thoughts collapsed.

Compared to this—

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Creator of Grand Return System