Chapter 1349
A sharp sound rang out as the elder’s sword collided with the Malevolent Sword.
The elder, a fifth-rank grandmaster, felt a fearsome force sweep toward him the moment their swords
collided. Immediately afterward, his body was flung away by the shock and he fell to the ground,
spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Several disciples rushed over to help him up.
Jackson looked at the events unfold with furrowed brows and his lips tightened into a thin line.
The strength of the Celestial Sect’s leader had exceeded his expectations.
“Are you really doing this for the benefit of Sol’s martial world?” Jackson looked doubtfully at Thea, who
was wearing a mask.
“Yes.”
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Thea parted her lips and said inly, “I’m sure you have an idea of the threat that looms over Sol’s
martial world. The Capital’s affairs are like a muddy quagmire, and the situation at Orient Commerce is
also chaotic. Meanwhile, the Gu Sect is lying in wait for an opportunity. To add to all this, the election is
soon upon us. If we martial artists don’t take the initiative to prevent hell from breaking loose, a great
catastrophe will befall Sol.”
“Dad, you can’t trust her,” Diney whispered nervously.
Jackson was not so naive as to simply believe Thea’s words. He was trying to get more information out
of her.
“What if I refuse,” asked Jackson as he raised his eyebrows.
“You’ll leave us with no choice but to force you to submit then,” Thea replied with a veiled threat.
“ording to the martial world’s rules, Mount Thunder Sect shall send a martial artist to challenge me.
If you win, I’ll leave with Celestial Sect’s disciples immediately and never step foot into Mount Thunder
Sect again. Likewise, if I’m the victor, Mount Thunder Sect willply with the demands of Celestial
Sect and obey our orders.”
Thea’s voice echoed through the area and was clearly heard by all of Mount Thunder Sect’s martial
artists.
“I’ve heard Mount Thunder Sect’s signature martial skill, Ice Sword Art, was supposed to be peerless.
Today, I’d like to experience it for myself. Go ahead. I’ll let you make the first move.” Thea pointed the
Malevolent Sword at them.
“Step back.”
Jackson gently raised his hand.
The elders and disciples of Mount Thunder Sect retreated further behind their leader.
Jackson drew the Frost Sword, which had a crystal-clear de and hilt as if actually made of ice. He
slowly raised his hand and pointed his sword toward his opponent. Suddenly, a mist began to coalesce
around the sword.
He was Mount Thunder Sect’s leader and was less than 50 years old.
His cultivation rank was either too high or too low.
When he fought James before the New Year, his cultivation base was at the peak of the sixth rank, and
he was one step short of entering the seventh rank.
During the Mount Thunder Conference, he witnessed the martial artists y the Spirit Turtle and
gained some insight from his observations.
While Mount Thunder Sect was rebuilding, he used the opportunity to meditate in seclusion and had
now entered the seventh rank.
His mastery of the Ice Sword Art also improved.
“Your move.” Jackson allowed his opponent to make the first move.
“I don’t want to hear anyints about an unfair fight. You should be the one to make the first
move.” Thea kept her fighting stance and continued eyeing Jackson.
Jackson narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice, “Draw your sword.”
“Ha!” Thea sneered.
“Mr. Cabral, you think too highly of yourself. I don’t need my sword to defeat you.”
“Haha…” Jacksonughed in response.
Mount Thunder Sect had alwaysmanded everyone’s respect for thousands of years in the ancient
martial world. No one had ever dared to spout such arrogant words to members of Mount Thunder
Sect.
After hisughter rang through the peak, he swiftly lunged at Thea.
His movements were as fast as lighting, and he had reached her in a mere instant.
As this happened, Thea disappeared from his sight.
Suddenly, his heart was gripped in fear.
Before he could react, he felt something sharp pressing against his back.
“Is that all you have?” A disdainful voice came from behind.
“Mr. Cabral, you’re too slow.”
Jackson’s forehead beaded over with sweat.
What was this strength? His opponent was overwhelmingly powerful. Moreso than him.
The speed of the Celestial Sect’s leader had surpassed his expectation and blindsided him. His
opponent vanished without a trace. Before he could react, she had reappeared behind him and her
sword was already pressed against his back.
If Celestial Sect’s leader had intended to finish this, he would already be a corpse on the ground.