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.”

Thea parted her lips and said plainly, “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,” Delainey 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.

“According 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 will comply 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 blade 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 slay 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 any complaints 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…” Jackson laughed in response.

Mount Thunder Sect had always commanded 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 his laughter 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.