Genius Noble With System
Chapter 303: Shattering Julius Pride

Chapter 303: Shattering Julius Pride

Boom!

Julius vanished. No sound, no movement—just pure killing intent erupted like a volcano. His entire body turned into a blurry afterimage as his sword came slashing toward Apollo’s neck with such speed that space cracked in its wake.

But Apollo didn’t move. His eyes remained calm as the sword approached.

Shing!

The moment the blade was about to touch his neck, he burst out with a powerful aura like countless swords were awakened, and for an instant, the killing and bloody aura around Julius seemed to disappear.

"What...?" Julius’s pupils shrank. His sword was fast—impossibly fast, and he used his killing aura to catch Apollo off guard, yet not only could he not catch him, but he dissolved his attack like nothing.

Julious’s mind roared in disbelief. His killing sword art, honed through endless massacres, was something that not even the Eternal Gods dared to face directly—yet this man, without even lifting his sword, crushed his aura like crumpling paper.

It wasn’t raw power that defeated his attack. It was something far more terrifying—absolute sword supremacy.

It felt like his sword—his very essence of slaughter—was rendered powerless before Apollo’s Eternal Sword’s rule.

"Tsk." Julius gritted his teeth and instantly withdrew, his body flickering like a shadow as he slashed from another angle, aiming for his waist.

Shing!

The sword strike that could tear through divine space effortlessly approached Apollo’s body—but once again, a ripple of invisible sword law emanated from Apollo.

Boom!

The moment Julious’s sword approached his waist, the killing energy fuelling his sword strike shattered—like glass crumbling upon touching an invisible barrier. His sword was forcibly stopped midair, unable to move further.

Julious’s eyes widened in horror. "What the hell...?"

His own sword—the one that killed an Eternal God—had been completely suppressed, not by divine energy or defensive art, but by pure sword rule alone.

And then, Apollo spoke. His voice was light, almost indifferent. "Killing intent means nothing before eternal supremacy."

As his words fell, his aura finally stirred. The space around him twisted unnaturally, as if all the swords ruled around him had simultaneously submitted to him.

It was then Julius realised—Apollo’s sword was not targeting him. It was targeting his sword itself.

His entire concept of ’slaughter swordsmanship’ was being suppressed.

"Damn it!" Julious’s body blurred once again as he slashed faster, stronger—hundreds of strikes per breath, all aimed directly at Apollo from every direction. The entire 201st step seemed to tremble as they felt countless aura-killing that seemed to make everything a living hell.

Every sword strike was filled with the sword rule of killing and could easily shatter a small star, and yet right at the moment, hundreds of such sword strikes were aiming for him.

But Apollo didn’t even flinch. His eyes remained cold, and his sword stayed sheathed. His entire being exuded an air of absolute indifference as if he didn’t even regard the incoming strikes as a threat.

The space around him twisted. The moment the countless gigantic sword strikes bigger than fifty-story buildings were about to land on him—

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

A terrifying scene unfolded. Every single sword strike that approached him was forcibly stopped mid-air, unable to advance an inch further. It was as if some unseen force had completely frozen the attacks in place.

The space around him shattered, and countless tears of space around him like it was some world-ending. Yet he remained standing as the eternal sword rule seemed to control everything.

Julius’s pupils shrank to the size of a needle.

He finally moved.

He took a single step forward—and the hundreds of suspended sword strikes shattered like brittle glass.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The aftermath of their collapse erupted in a wave of devastating shockwaves, tearing apart the space around them. However, none of the energy dared touch him. Every fragment of the sword strikes disintegrated upon reaching within a meter of his body.

But he didn’t stop as he swung his sword which seemed to appear simple. But the moment he finished, the entire 201st step of the Celestial sword trembled. Everyone within it felt horrified as they seemed to lose their strength.

A simple sword cut appeared in the space that instantly seemed to split the entire dimension into two separate parts.

"What! Julius was horrified as the moment he came to his senses, along with the dimension, his left arm was also severed cleanly.

Julius’s pupils constricted to the size of a needle as a delayed surge of pain exploded from his severed arm. His body instinctively recoiled, but his mind was too overwhelmed to process what had just happened.

How!?

He had already fortified his body to the absolute limit, using the slaughter sword rule to enhance his divine defences. His very physique was strong enough to take head-on blows from most eternal gods—and yet, with a single swing, Apollo severed his arm without resistance.

He quickly retreated, clutching his shoulder, his divine energy surging to stop the bleeding.

However, he didn’t even have the time to stabilise his breath when—

Shing!

Another sword light flashed. This time, it was even simpler—a downward vertical slash, void of any fancy techniques, divine energy, or killing intent. Yet Julius’s soul instantly felt suffocated. His instincts screamed death.

"No!" He roared, pushing his killing sword rule to the extreme as he crossed his sword to defend himself. The terrifying killing aura he exuded erupted, condensing into a thick, blood-red barrier of sword energy to block the incoming strike.

Boom!

The sword light landed.

And just like before, the result was devastating.

Crack!

The entire blood-red barrier shattered like fragile glass. Julius’s sword—already weakened from earlier—disintegrated under the pure dominance of Apollo’s sword. The light passed through his defences as if they never existed.

Splurt!

Blood gushed out from Julius’s chest as a terrifying gash appeared, splitting his entire torso apart. His divine body, which should have been impenetrable, now looked like it was made of paper. His face turned ghastly pale.

How can his sword be so strong!?

He didn’t answer that; instead, he looked at him calmly, "You lost."

Julius’s breath hitched as his entire body trembled. His mind refused to accept reality, yet the searing pain and the sight of his own blood spilling across the 201st step made denial impossible.

His sword—his invincible sword, honed through countless battles and refined through endless slaughter—had been shattered like a brittle twig.

"You lost."

Apollo’s voice was calm, devoid of arrogance or pity. It was simply a statement of fact.

Julius’s eyes shook. His pride, his power, his entire existence as a swordsman—had all been crushed with just two sword swings.

No... He gritted his teeth, staggering backwards as divine energy surged to mend his broken body. He refused to accept it. He couldn’t accept it.

"You..." His voice was hoarse, filled with disbelief. "What kind of sword is that?"

His gaze remained steady. "A sword that is eternal."

Julius’s breath stilled. His mind struggled to comprehend the meaning behind those words, yet deep inside, he knew—his entire being screamed the truth.

Apollo’s sword wasn’t just strong. It wasn’t just fast. It wasn’t just deadly.

It was absolute.