Chapter 438
The Trinity Strike Technique was Leander’s evolution of the “Devourer’s Ninefold Path,” condensing the Nine Forces in his body into three ultimate moves.
The first move was Soulbreaker. Second was Devourer. Up until now, Leander had only ever used the first two, but today, he unleashed the third.
It wasn’t that he hadn’t wanted to. The third strike was just too devastating. Before he perfected his Devourer Form, his body couldn’t handle it. But now? Now his Devourer Form was complete, and with his cultivation reaching the Transcendent Realm, delivering this strike was effortless.
The third move was Earthshaker. At the right level of power, Leander was confident he could punch through the void itself, even if the universe were standing in front of him. That was the raw might of the final move in the Trinity Strike Technique.
When he struck, the sky beside the Dual Meridian Sect’s Hidden Haven split with jagged lines of energy. The blood-red aura beneath Fergus shattered instantly under the punch’s overwhelming force.
A torrent of violent, potent energy surged, completely swallowing Fergus.
Above, all that met the eye was a dazzling blue light, radiant and mysterious. Leander stood in the middle of it, like a war god bathed in divine brilliance, proud and unyielding, his feet planted on heaven and earth alike.
Below, every gaze froze. People couldn’t move. They couldn’t speak.
Leander’s punch was too terrifying. The sheer power poured down like a storm, crushing everything in its path. Even from below, they could feel every inch of that sky saturated with raw, primeval energy. If even one martial arts master had touched it, they would have been shredded in an instant.
“What a terrifying punch… so utterly domineering!” Wyatt stood there, shaking.
Had that strike landed on the Dual Meridian Sect itself, Hidden Haven would have been reduced to dust. A single punch capable of leveling mountains-that was the kind of power they were witnessing.
The blue light lingered for what felt like tens of seconds before gradually fading. There, in the sky, Leander stood alone. Smoke rose slowly from the spot where Fergus had stood moments before.
“One punch… turned the Son of Judgment to ash?” Wyatt gasped, staring at the curling smoke, caught in his throat. Even knowing the destructive force in theory, seeing it firsthand was another level of shock.
“Iron Sovereign?” Elara murmured softly, and her eyes flickered. She had always thought of herself as top-tier among the young generation, proud that she had reached the Martial Sovereign Realm at just eighteen. But now she finally understood what it meant to be truly outclassed.
While she was quietly congratulating herself for entering the Martial Sovereign Realm, Leander had already stomped across the heavens, challenging the strongest factions. Even the likes of the Arbitration Office or War God Sanctum had been defeated by him.
While she was scheming to reach the Transcendent Realm, Leander had already dominated it. More than fifteen transcendent cultivators had died at his hands. That was the difference.
Daphne’s eyes twinkled. She smiled, breathtaking and proud. This was her man. No matter how fierce the battle, he always stood in the end.
The Clarkes’ siblings exchanged stunned looks, still struggling to process the overwhelming impact. It was hard to believe that this world-shaking Iron Sovereign had once been the quiet youth who rowed boats for them. If they told anyone, ten out of ten people wouldn’t believe it.
“Son of Judgment?” Leander clenched his fist lightly, lips curling with disdain.
He could feel that Fergus’s power had exceeded the Infernal Crown Transcendent. Even Galen and Reid together wouldn’t have matched him. But in the end, Fergus fell to Leander.
Watching the smoke rise, Leander’s eyes were indifferent. Then he noticed it.
A tiny red speck of light flickered at the spot where Fergus had died.
And then, a voice boomed from the red light. “Who dares kill the Arbitration Office’s Son of Judgment p>
The sound was like a storm mixed with thunder, shaking the heavens. The surrounding kilometers trembled violently. Whoever this voice belonged to had to be terrifyingly strong.
Leander narrowed his eyes as the red light exploded into a figure.
It looked like a middle-aged man, handsome, hands behind his back, robes flowing elegantly. Yet the single horn on his forehead added an unsettling, mysterious edge.
“Spirit Avatar?” Leander’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.
To manipulate a divine or spiritual presence into a split form required cultivation far beyond the ordinary This level of mastery was needed to surpass even Origin Leander himself couldn’t do it. Within the Arbitration Office, only the sixteen Supreme Arbiters-who had never revealed themselves-were capable of such a feat.
Wyatt below let out a terrified scream. His face was frozen in pure panic.
“You killed Fergus?” The Spirit Avatar scanned the crowd before locking eyes with Leander.
“I did,” Leander said calmly, regaining his composure.
“The Arbitration Office sending him
to hunt me was clever,” he continued, a slight smile tugging at his lips. “Killing me removed your biggest threat, displayed your might to the world, and made Fergus famous in one strike Get three things done at once. Brant strategy p>
Leander folded his hands behind him, shaking his head lightly. “He really was at the peak of the Transcendent Realm, nearly invincible. But he ran into me p>
The blood-red spirit raised its brows slightly, as if to memorize Leander’s face. “So it’s you… Jeff Ashcroft. In just over a year, you’ve cut down countless Arbitration Office elites, earning our attention. Yet I’ve never seen your true form until now p>
The anger in the spirit’s voice vanished, replaced with calm. “Jeff Ashcroft, we underestimated you. Even Fergus couldn’t touch you. But don’t think this means the Arbitration Office is helpless Our strength is far beyond your imagining. Even the Dragon Emperor of your Astria was crushed by all sixteen of us. You’re nowhere near that level yet. Not even close to warranting our full attention p>
Leander laughed lightly, flicking his fingers. “If the real you were here saying that, it’d carry weight. But a Spirit Avatar alone? Not enough p>
The blood-red spirit remained expressionless. “Jeff Ashcroft, just know this. In the long river of human civilization, anyone opposing the Arbitration Office meets only destruction. Next time… it’ll be your death p>
Leander rubbed his nose, clearly annoyed. “You talk too much p>
With that, he swung his right fist, shattering the spirit into nothingness.
As the shadow dissolved, its rage and disbelief were clear. It hadn’t expected Leander to act so decisively.
Leander didn’t pause. He moved like a streak of light, landing before Wyatt. “Sovereign Ashcroft, you… You just destroyed a Supreme Arbiter’s avatar Leander waved them off. “Don’t worry about that. My deal with the Dual Meridian Sect is done. Now it’s time you pay up. Take me to Dragon Gate p>