Protagonist?Antagonist? I Reject Both

Chapter 284 284:Ice Crystal Sect

A chilly breeze blew and a plane transverse through the sky tearing the clouds.

As the plane descended towards Frost Heaven, Leon stood near the open door, feeling the icy wind whip through his hair.

The snow-covered landscape stretched out beneath him, a blanket of white covered as far as the eye could see. He took a deep breath, relishing the chill in the air, the anticipation of what lay ahead.

He dropped Sophia home and informed everyone that he was coming here.

Thankfully no one asked for his reason. Though they were shocked the old hag kept them quiet however her smile was troublesome.

Shaking his head, and turning to the pilot, he shouted over the roar of the wind, "This is where I get off. Thanks for the ride."

The pilot nodded, his expression a mix of awe and apprehension. "Are you sure about this, sir? It's a long way down."

"Even if you have a parachute, with this weather accidents may happen. It's crazy to jump down from here."

Leon grinned, the thrill of adventure coursing through his veins. "I've done crazier things. Just make sure to circle back and pick me up later."

With a salute, the pilot wished him luck, and Leon stepped to the edge of the open door. The cold air bit at his skin, but he paid it no mind as he leaped out into the void.

For a moment, he was weightless, suspended in mid-air as the ground rushed up to meet him.

[Awake]

Then, with a flick of his wrist, he summoned Griffith, the majestic creature materializing in a flash of light beneath him.

"KHHKKKKMM!"

A roar transmitted across the sky.

With a triumphant shout, Leon landed gracefully on the back of the blackish beast, the wind whipping past them as they soared through the sky. The snow stung his face, but he welcomed the sensation, the adrenaline pumping through his veins.

SWISH!

Tearing through the veil of mist and fog while emitting a roar, one man and a beast traveled across.

Soon, the fog was cleared and his vision was occupied by a huge palace of Ice crystal standing over icy land that stretched for several miles like an entire city.

Looking down, Leon saw a huge crowd traveling below.

A stair descended from Ice Crystal Palace from which people walked in barefooted with a frown.

The griffin flying around suddenly halted in his movements and screeched in anger.

The beastly pair of eyes brunt fiercer.

"What's going on?"

Leon tumbled a bit, almost falling, and swayed his body to regain the balance.

As confusion etched on Leon's face, Avelin's voice came from beside him.

[My Liege, there is something that is disrupting from flying. Also, there is a barrier that we can't break through.]

"So how are people going in?"

[You need to have an invitation to enter or pass that test.]

"You investigated a lot, Nice work Avelin."

[All for My Liege]

A gleeful voice flashed in Leon's ears

Hearing this Leon rubbed his chin.

'Should I just attack and break the barrier.'

Leon looked down at the crowds and then at the huge city walls.

'I don't know if the three Martial Saints can break the barrier. Secondly, it's a waste of energy. Let us enter inside.'

Concluding his next action, Leon jumped off the Griffith and with a blast landed on the ground blowing away the snow.

The beast has already attracted a great deal of attention and now Leon's landing alerted many.

Ignoring their gaze Leon sped through the air leaving a blur.

As Leon landed on the snowy ground, the crowd below began to murmur and whisper amongst themselves, their eyes wide with awe and curiosity. But amidst the crowd, a few individuals stood out, their smug expressions and arrogant demeanor catching Leon's attention.

"Hey, stop!"

"Stop him...Don't let him cross."

A barrage of people appeared out of nowhere surrounding him.

"Who are you?" he demanded, his voice firm and commanding.

The individuals, taken aback by Leon's sudden appearance, exchanged nervous glances before one of them stepped forward, a smirk playing on his lips. "We are the chosen ones," he declared pompously, puffing out his chest with false pride.

Leon's eyes narrowed, his patience wearing thin. "Chosen for what?" he pressed, his voice tinged with skepticism.

The man's smirk widened as he looked down his nose at Leon. "To enter the Ice Crystal Palace, of course. Only the elite are granted access to such a prestigious place,"

He boasted, his tone dripping with arrogance.

Leon's lip curled in disdain at the man's arrogance, but he remained composed, refusing to stoop to their level.

"Stand in line like everyone else," The group shouted.

"Of course, you can cut the lines if you donate something to the poor."

Leon tilted his head, "As per as I know there are no rules of line and other things. If you don't have a pass you can climb the stairs."

"Hey, you are talking so much. Is this your first time here? Do you see what is written here?"

The group of people shouted and puffed their chests.

Leon noticed a symbol on the white robes of their chest.

[Ice Crystal Palace.]

"We are the inner disciple of the palace. We manage things here. So if you want to cut the line you have to go through us."

Leon's gaze landed on the stairs. It was huge and wide. Even though the people walking on it were staggering still there were gaps.

However, from the place he stood to the stairs, people were passing in line.

And Leon could see a shortcut for the rich ones on the other side.

"I don't want to."

The group of individuals scoffed and sneered at Leon's words, their superiority complex evident in their disdainful expressions.

"Then you can't g.."

Before the leading person could even finish his sentence, something slammed into him.

BOOOM!

The group of people standing were blown away like bowling pins being slammed by a ball.

Leon did not even punch, he just simply dashed with a speed invisible to their eyes, slammed his body, and disappeared leaving a chain reaction.

Leaving them, bewildered Leon climbed the steps while others gawked at him.

As he ascended the steps, the icy wind bite at his skin, the shoe got torn, and as Leon's bare skin touched the stairs. A tingling cold sensation pierced his foot as if he stepped on many needles at once.

"I see…"