Chapter 492

One thought, and his spiritual strength swept three thousand miles. This was Leander’s spiritual strength at its peak.
He had once told Daphne that his divine sense could cover a ten-mile radius. That was modest.
Since breaking through to the Origin Realm, this was the first time he unleashed his spiritual strength at full force. Layer upon layer, vast as a rolling tide, it left no corner of Highcliffe hidden. Nothing escaped his perception.
He could see the whole city at a glance. Seal the sky and earth with a single thought.
Christopher, Jimmy, and Celia felt it. Leander’s spiritual strength blazed like the cosmos. Their faces drained of color.
Every martial artist in Highcliffe at Martial Sovereign rank or above sensed it instantly. In a heartbeat, the city stirred in alarm.
“Is this spiritual strength?”
Reginald was at home guiding Ethan when both froze.
Reginald’s shock ran deep. He had never felt a spiritual strength so vast, so terrifying.
“With power like this, could it be the Shadow Division King?” he murmured, then shook his head.
The Shadow Division King, the original founder of the division, was a martial artist. His spiritual strength rose with cultivation, but it could never cover the city like this.
Ethan kept silent. Having just returned from Highcliffe University and learned Leander was back, he suspected this was his doing.
“Leander… Did you level up again?”
He glanced at himself, still pushing toward the Transcendent Realm, and let out a bitter laugh.
The shock extended beyond the elite families. Hidden assassins scattered across the city felt it too. Their skills varied widely, from the deadliest Slayer-tier to the Absolute-tier at the lower end. Leander’s bounty was enormous, and everyone wanted to sneak into the capital for a shot at fortune.
Assassins live on reputation. One strike against Leander could elevate them to legendary status.
After Leander fought the Blood Demon at Swallow Hill, many had sensed the Blood Demon’s aura collapse. Those lurking for an ambush had scattered like a receding tide.
Now, with his spiritual strength sweeping the city, tension gripped every hidden hand.
On Chillcall’s club strip, crowds filled the streets. A young man in a baseball cap weaved through the people.
The moment Leander’s spiritual strength pressed down, his face changed. He sprinted into a dark alley, vaulted a wall, and launched skyward.
On Maple Street North, a hunched old beggar woman limped along, bowl extended. Kind strangers dropped coins.
In the next instant, she blurred into motion, faster than any world-record sprinter, vanishing at the street’s end. Bystanders gawked, stunned.
In a nightclub, a pale young man held two hostesses. The top hostess feigned a stumble, falling toward his chest He twisted his face, shoved her aside and barreled into a wall like a tank.
The half-meter-thick soundproof wall shattered. The man didn’t slow, disappearing into the night. The women screamed, convinced they’d seen a ghost.
Scenes like this unfolded across Highcliffe. In moments, the city erupted in chaos.
At Swallow Hill, Leander hovered, his spiritual strength locking onto every foreign infiltrator.
“I figured ten would be enough. Didn’t expect nearly a hundred. The Netherweb really is paying me special attention,” he said with a faint smile, warmth absent.
“In that case, I’ll return the favor.”
He raised a palm. Dragonfire bloomed from nothing, forming a blazing dragon that tore across the clouds.
“Dragonfire Soulchaser-Spirit Strike.”
The dragon shattered into a
thousand sparks, linking into flaming arrow-feathers. With a thought, they shot in all directions. The sky was streaked with nearly a hundred fiery trails, like a meteor storm.
On the streets, late-night revelers craned their necks. Couples pointed, assuming it
was a special fireworks display.
Each arrow flew like it had a lock. Faster than sound, piercing the night.
The baseball-capped man felt sudden heat. An arrow drilled through his chest, exploding him into a fiery bloom.
The sprinting beggar woman had an arrow drop from above, striking her through the crown. Flames erupted.
The nightclub runner barely cleared a hundred feet before an arrow caught him midair, detonating him.
This scene repeated across Highcliffe. Bright explosions painted the night sky. People cheered, unaware that each blast marked a life snuffed out.
Jimmy and Christopher stood horrified.
Leander didn’t just blanket the city with his spiritual strength. He tagged
nearly a hundred elite
targets martial artists sorcerers, metahumans-and eliminated them.
instantly.

Such a feat was beyond human—worthy of gods or demons. Even the leaders of
the Shadow Division couldn’t help but shiver.
Celia’s eyes shone. She had never doubted her choice to rely on Leander. She
watched the hundred fiery blooms and felt their weight.
“Almost a hundred assassins gone. The Netherweb cannot absorb such losses. The old monsters hiding in the shadows won’t stay idle.”