Genius Noble With System-Chapter 462: Attacking Sovereign (Part-2)

The terrifying attack of combined swords was unimaginably terrifying; it easily surpassed the third order and has reached the supreme level.

Sword energy roared through the Sword Tomb like a raging dragon, carrying the will of millions of swords as it lunged toward the Shadow Sovereign.

For the first time since entering, the Shadow Sovereign felt the terror of sword energy up close.

It was sharp enough to sever laws.

Heavy enough to crush existence.

Relentless enough to erase even a Sovereign who stood in its path.

His expression was still as a sovereign; even injured, he wouldn’t be intimidated by such an attack.

Shadows surged violently around his body, wrapping over him layer by layer until they solidified into a terrifying black armour that covered him completely from head to toe.

"Shadow king armour."

Boom!

The annihilating sword energy of millions of swords crashed on him like cosmic waves, crushing matter and annihilating space.

The collision shook the secret realm to its very foundation.

As the space storm disappeared the figure of shadow sovereign remained standing as the dark armour around continued to radiate dark aura without showing any sign of damage.

"Snort." As he was about to move forward and destroy these swords a terrifying pressure seemed to descend upon him.

"What!" His expression chance as the pressure was completely different from suppressing outside every abyss invader was facing. It was like the world was specially targeting him.

His strength already weakened by burning his foundation seemed to be suppressed even more to a terrifying degree, changing his expression. He might be proud, but he wasn’t an idiot; he felt something was wrong.

But as such thoughts appeared in Shadow Sovereign’s mind, the countless swords within the Sword Tomb trembled violently. Millions of swords rose into the air, floating one after another as they began to arrange themselves into an immense, awe-inspiring formation.

Their aura changed; the previous mostly scattered sword energy seemed to merge perfectly.

This time it wasn’t like loose countless swords; rather, they combined and seemed to turn into an ancient sword terrifying enough to destroy worlds.

The combined sword energy shrank, compressing into a small, unassuming sword. Yet that miniature sword carried a power so absolute it seemed capable of cutting through anything in its path—space, laws, even destiny itself.

The Shadow Sovereign’s expression darkened.

His Shadow King Armour trembled violently under the world’s pressure, its once-absolute defence now showing signs of instability. And now, faced with that terrifying sword energy hovering before him, he finally realised—

His situation had turned dire.

"Damm it."

He felt anger and frustation as being sovereign he almost forgot this kind of feeling.

Boom!

The small energy sword, formed from millions of swords and their united will, tore through the void and slashed toward him.

All of that terrifying sword energy was compressed into a single point—its tip. Essence, laws, and will converged there, colliding against the Shadow Sovereign’s armour at one precise location.

Crack Crack...

There wasn’t a shocking explosion or world-destroying phenomenon. Only the quiet, merciless sound of something absolute breaking.

The Shadow King Armour fractured—then shattered completely—as the blade pierced through the Shadow Sovereign’s defence.

"No..."

Shatter...

The void annihilated the sword that made contact with the Shadow sovereign. The entire sword tomb like a glass shattered. Space collapsed, and even time seemed to be distorted by the terrifying power of this single attack.

Then—slowly—the distortion faded. Space repaired itself, seams knitting together as silence returned.

Within the ruined sword tomb, a hazy figure emerged.

The Shadow Sovereign.

He was no longer standing.

He knelt in the void, one knee pressed into shattered space. The Shadow King armour had vanished completely, erased without a trace. His once-grand shadowy form now flickered violently, unstable and incomplete—nearly half of his figure had been obliterated.

The aura of a sovereign still lingered... but it was broken, trembling on the edge of collapse.

"Show yourself... How dare you... who dares to scheme against me?" He after all this he knew he was targeted. He the great Shadow sovereign, was targeted by some hidden rat.

He can guess it had to be controlled; otherwise, this couldn’t happen.

"Come out!"

As Shadow sovereign roared space trembled by his loud roar. After that the remaining ruins of the sword tomb seemed to remain silent.

An oppressive, suffocating silence.

Then—

The void quivered.

A calm ripple appeared, starkly different from the violent distortions before. From within that ripple, a figure stepped forward as though walking through an invisible door.

Apollo.

He emerged from the void and descended lightly, his feet touching fractured space as if it were solid ground. His posture was relaxed, his expression composed—almost indifferent.

The ancient sword rested in his grasp, its faint silver radiance illuminating the ruins.

He stood there, unshaken, calmly facing the kneeling Shadow Sovereign.

Apollo calmly looked Shadow Sovereign who was in utterly weakened state. While the Shadow Sovereign was finally seeing Apollo, he was shocked, as he clearly felt the aura on Apollo didn’t even reach the transcendent level.

An Eternal God.

Nothing more.

In his prime, such an existence could have been erased with a single breath—no, even a stray thought. And yet... it was this very ’ant’ who had forced him into his current, miserable state.

The realisation gnawed at him, poisoning his pride.

Apollo noticed the flicker of disbelief and contempt in the Sovereign’s eyes. The corner of his lips slowly curled upward.

"Tch."

He tilted his head slightly, gaze calm yet cutting, as though examining a broken tool.

"A so-called legendary sovereign..." Apollo said lightly, his voice dripping with mockery. "...and you’re already this weak?"

The words fell like a blade.

Not loud. Not explosive.

However, it was far more lethal than any other attack.

The Shadow Sovereign’s trembling form stiffened—his remaining dignity screaming in fury at the humiliation.

"You ant!!!" He roared; it seemed he was letting go of everything. His weakened aura seemed to burn with his anger and hate. His pride was shattered today; not just Sword Sovereign, but now even ants dare to mock him.