Genius Noble With System-Chapter 463: Attacking Sovereign (Final)

Shadow sovereign aura flared like a flame that was going to burst for the last time before disappearing completely. His aura quickly reached the peak of supreme and even seems to surpass that level of power.

Space around him shattered like fragile glass.

Heaven and earth were swallowed by a terrifying, boundless shadow, as if darkness itself had descended to devour everything in existence. The entire Sword Tomb was engulfed in gloom, an oppressive, nightmarish aura spreading outward like an endless abyss.

For the first time since its awakening, even the sword energy of millions of swords trembled.

The overwhelming darkness pressed down mercilessly, forcefully pushing back the raging sword energy.

Apollo’s expression changed a bit, but he quickly calmed down, as he knew Sovereign wasn’t easy to defeat even if he was wounded heavily.

He expected this bit of an outburst.

He smiled and looked at the menacing shadow sovereign. "You shouldn’t be so angry," Apollo said calmly. "I only stated the truth. Besides... you need to pay attention to someone else."

Boom!

As his words fell, a sword ray carrying pure, absolute sword aura descended from above, slicing through the void and crashing directly toward the Shadow Sovereign.

The terrifying force slammed into him, forcing his body violently backward. His expression twisted in shock as a familiar aura washed over him—one he knew all too well.

The figure riding a sword tearing through space calmly appeared, changing the shadow sovereign’s expression.

The Shadow Sovereign’s pupils shrank.

"Sword Sovereign!"

The figure was none other than Sword Sovereign, but he quickly noticed the difference and understood it was just a spirit projection; knowing this, he calmed down a bit.

"It’s just a spirit projection," Shadow Sovereign snorted.

"But that’s enough for you." Apollo replied with a smile. And immediately spirit projection of Sword sovereign attacked without wasting a moment as it didn’t have much time before it disappeared.

In an instant, the Sword Sovereign’s projection slashed forward.

Dozens of sword-energy arcs burst forth, each one infused with pure sword rules, ripping through space as they descended. The terrifying sword light tore apart the layers of shadow that had swallowed the entire Sword Tomb, cleaving darkness as if it were paper.

The Shadow Sovereign’s expression finally turned solemn.

He knew better than to underestimate this opponent. Even as a mere spirit projection, the Sword Sovereign was still a nightmare existence.

Without delay, the Shadow Sovereign counterattacked, shadows surging violently around him as he met the incoming sword slashes head-on.

Spirit projections could not last long—this was their greatest weakness.

As long as he could withstand the attacks for some time and force the projection to expend its power, victory would inevitably tilt back in his favour.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Sword Sovereign and Shadow Sovereign began their battle with full throttle. The Sword Sovereign focuses on fast and terrifying attacks, while the Shadow Sovereign seems to be more focused on defence, trying to wear it down.

But then—

The millions of swords scattered throughout the Sword Tomb trembled once more.

And instantly turned into a sea of sword energy resonating with the sword sovereign’s sword rules. The entire place turned into special domain of swords.

The momentum of the battle flipped in an instant.

Empowered by the domain, the spirit projection of the Sword Sovereign grew brighter, its aura rising sharply. Each slash now carried amplified authority, and every strike forced the Shadow Sovereign further backward.

Step by step, he was driven into a corner.

"Damn it." Shadow Sovereign couldn’t help but curse as he one after another, put in a tough spot. He seemed to have landed in traps one after another. He didn’t expect this place to have such terrifying means.

"No, the Spirit projection of sword sovereign wouldn’t last long. I still will emerge victorious and kill the ant who mocked him." As he thought that to calm his mind he looked around but didn’t saw Apollo or felt his presence.

Confusion flickered across his expression.

Then suddenly—

A chill ran through his body.

A terrifying sense of danger surged from deep within his soul, so intense that even his spirit trembled. It was not fear without cause — as a Sovereign, his instincts were never wrong. If such a warning arose, it meant a real threat was already upon him.

Something was coming.

But he was still late; suddenly a terrifying aura descends on him. The power was ethereal and mysterious even for a sovereign like him.

Space-time of the entire Empyrean sword realm seemed to stop; billions of lives within the realm halted in their place like a statue.

Even the Shadow Sovereign was locked in place.

The only difference was that he could still see and sense everything around him — his awareness remained intact, though his body would not respond.

Then he saw it.

Apollo stood high in the sky, holding a sword that radiated a brilliant, many-coloured aura, its light flowing like liquid starlight across the frozen world.

Apollo’s aura was calm, like he seemed to merge with the world. But this didn’t make Shadow Sovereign feel better; instead, he felt fear.

A fear he felt from a ant like being of eternal god. He cannot believe what was happening, but the mysterious grasp of space-time was terrifying. Maybe if he wasn’t injured before and was in peak condition, he could move, but in the current situation, it seems hopeless.

"Shadow Sovereign, this is the end," Apollo said calmly, looking down at him, knowing he could still hear.

He slowly raised the ancient sword that contained the origin power of the universe.

Sss—

The blade moved with quiet inevitability, gliding toward the Shadow Sovereign’s neck.

Inside, the Shadow Sovereign roared in fury and terror. He felt death closing in. He tried to move — commanded every shred of remaining power — but the frozen space-time of the realm held him in absolute stillness.

Slash.

"Nooooo—!"

The cut was clean and effortless.

Space-time resumed its flow the next instant — but it was already too late. The Shadow Sovereign’s severed head slowly fell, his remaining aura dispersing into the void.