"They... are gone." One of the hooded high order members who had been lucky enough to survive spoke in disbelief, his voice trembling as he stared at the empty battlefield.

There were no corpses. No lingering fluctuations of energy. Not even residual killing intent.

It was as if those people had never existed in the first place.

"But where did they go?" Lin Fang could not help but speak up. His eyes swept across the shattered terrain, his scalp tingling. Even with his perception fully released, he could not sense a single trace of the attackers, as though reality itself had been wiped clean.

Just then, a translucent blue screen flickered to life before Lin Fang's eyes, its light briefly illuminating his calm expression.

[Sword Intent detected.]

[Sword Intent. Host, he knows Sword Intent. He used pure intent to erase them.]

The system's voice carried a rare hint of urgency.

[Sword Intent at that level does not require a physical sword. Once intent reaches perfection, it becomes a law unto itself.]

Lin Fang felt his breathing grow heavy. Sword Intent was something he had only heard about in legends, an abstract realm spoken of by higher ranking evolvers who stood far above ordinary people like him.

The Law of Sword was not something one could simply comprehend through hard work or talent alone. It required an absolute alignment between will, soul, and belief. Countless geniuses had died without even touching its threshold.

Yet this man, who looked no older than him, was using it so casually.

Using it as if it were natural.

Lin Fang's mouth opened slightly, but no words came out. His fists clenched unconsciously, nails biting into his palms as bitterness surged in his chest. Envy, fear, and despair tangled together until his thoughts became chaotic.

'You damned system, you wanted me to fight this thing? Are you insane? I knew it. I knew you were trying to kill me off!' Lin Fang began cursing wildly in his mind, his emotions finally breaking through.

[It's a misunderstanding, host!]

[There was a calculation error on the system's end!]

[Otherwise, how could I possibly initiate a quest to eliminate him?]

The words only made things worse.

"You liar!" Lin Fang shouted, his voice cracking with barely restrained anger. His eyes burned with frustration and helplessness.

[The system is not lying.]

[If the host insists on calling the system a liar, disciplinary punishment will be enforced.]

Lin Fang's body stiffened instantly. A chill ran down his spine as those cold words echoed in his mind. He instinctively pulled his little brother closer, shielding him behind his own frail body as if that could protect him from fate itself.

He swallowed hard and fell silent.

A moment later, another message appeared.

[But the system is indeed telling the truth, host.]

[The method by which the system issues quests is through probability calculations and projected future outcomes.]

[However, those probabilities and outcomes are currently being severely disrupted.]

Lin Fang frowned deeply.

"What do you mean?" he asked, his voice low and cautious, as if afraid the answer itself would crush him.

[It means the future is no longer stable.]

[Someone, or something, is interfering with the flow of fate.]

[The interference is being done in a natural manner, not through forced reversal or direct tampering.]

[The individual responsible is not aware that they are altering the future.]

[If the change were intentional or controlled, such a drastic deviation would never have occurred.]

Lin Fang's pupils shrank.

'Someone is changing the future?'

Lin Fang could not help but glance at Grey for a split second, but he swiftly shook his head.

How could that be possible?

It could not be him changing the future, right?

Yeah. It could not be.

From what he had seen so far, Grey's actions did not seem to directly affect the world itself, nor did they appear to interfere with the fateholder. At least, not in a way Lin Fang could clearly understand.

Still, his understanding of what it meant to "affect the world" was vague at best.

He simply would not know for sure.

Just then, the Abyssal Mistress spoke.

"Sword Intent at your age," she remarked indifferently. "Impressive."

Her lips curved slightly, her gaze filled with disdain.

"However, that kind of power only works on weak nobodies."

"That means it should work on you," Grey replied, a faint smile forming on his face.

At this moment, thousands had already fallen to a single strike.

Naturally.

He was using Sword Intent.

Sword Intent, when unleashed against those weaker than the user, was nearly impossible to resist. It was not merely an attack, but a suppression of will itself.

The greater the gap in strength, the more absolute its effect.

These high order members were mostly in the early and middle stages, with only a handful barely reaching the late stage. The true top ranking experts had already retreated into the air, unwilling to face him head on.

The only things supporting the remaining forces were their sheer numbers and the formation array laid beneath them.

But even with an array, they could not touch him.

Grey possessed countless methods of elimination. The only reason he had never used them to their fullest was because he had never been given the chance.

Now, that restraint no longer mattered.

He could finally unleash his power at full capacity.

And Sword Intent was every bit as destructive as he had imagined.

His gaze sharpened as he locked onto the Abyssal Mistress.

"Weak?" the Abyssal Mistress chuckled coldly. "We will find out who is stronger in just a moment."

This time, she no longer held anything back.

The battle for battlefield dominance through pure energy had long passed its critical point. Subtle probing and suppression were meaningless now.

There was only one move left.

Eliminate Grey Lockhart.

Despite her earlier mockery, she was fully aware of the truth. He was dangerous. Terrifyingly so. All it took was a single glance for him to erase thousands from existence.

Against an enemy like this, hesitation meant death.

She moved.

But Grey was one step faster.

The instant she made her move, he reacted without the slightest delay.

His Saint's Eyes flared to life and his figure twisted violently as draconic light surged outward. In a blink, his human form collapsed inward, replaced by a colossal dragon wreathed in silver purple radiance.

The next second, he shot forward.

Space warped as the distance between them collapsed. His massive draconic form lunged straight for her head.

Six seconds of time stood frozen.

In that frozen world, who could possibly stop him?

Yet, in the very next instant, Grey's pupils contracted sharply.

His eyes widened.

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