Chapter 1399

“Did you not?” Furrowing his eyebrows, James took Delilah’s photo out and tossed it to Archbishop

Polaris, saying, “Take a good look at this.”

Archbishop Polaris caught the photo and scrutinized Delilah’s appearance, shaking his head. “I’ve

never seen her.”

“Impossible,” James argued. “The Archbishop of St. Anne’s Castle told me that you were the one who

took them away.

He even specifically mentioned that it was Archbishop Polaris, ranked third on the Elysian Ranking,

who took them away.”

“I am Archbishop Polaris, alright. I’m also ranked third on the Elysian Ranking. However, I have no idea

what you’re talking about.”

“You have no idea?”

James’ face darkened, and he clenched the Blade of Justice, saying coldly, “Maybe you’ll be reminded

of something when you’re beaten to a pulp?”

“Hahaha…”

Archbishop Polaris burst into a peal of laughter.

“How insolent of you, young man! No one has dared speak to me like that in a hundred years. Beat me

to a pulp?

How impudent! If you can defeat me, I’ll help you find the person you’re searching for.”

A crowd formed around them. Everyone looked at James puzzledly.

“That Solean ancient martial artist seems to be searching for someone.”

“Looks like it… The person he’s looking for seemed to be taken away by Archbishop Polaris.”

“No way… I heard that the Archbishop had been in closed-door meditation for the past few years. I

don’t think he’s gone outside at all.”

Many conversed in whispers.

Koehler watched the two intently.

At that moment, his gaze was fixed on James.

He had heard of James. After all, it was because of James’ arrival in Durandal that he organized the

International Martial Arts Conference to settle the score from a century ago.

He did not believe that James stood a chance against Archbishop Polaris. James was at most thirty

years of age.

Even if he had begun cultivating in his mother’s womb, he had only cultivated for three decades. How

would he stand a chance against the Archbishop, who was already a renowned martial artist a century

ago?

Over the course of a century, Archbishop Polaris had been in closed-door meditation and researching

martial arts. He was one of the most powerful individuals in the world.

“James, go somewhere else if you’re looking for someone. Don’t make trouble for me.” Looking at

James, Koehler chastised him.

James, however, brandished the Blade of Justice. Pointing the sword at Archbishop Polaris, he uttered

word by word, “I’m curious to see what you’ve got. Come at me.”

“Does he have a death wish?”

“Doesn’t he know that Archbishop Polaris is ranked third on the Elysian Ranking?”

“Where does he get that confidence from?”

Many watched in anticipation. Only a single person wore a grim expression-Lucjan Owen.

He knew of James’ strength. Though he was only a seventh-rank grandmaster at the Mount Thunder

Conference, he had managed to defeat and kill Yaakov Johnston, an eighth-rank martial artist. Now

that months have passed, he was unsure of James’ strength.

“Has he crossed into the eighth rank? If so, he’s a freak who’s even more terrifying than Callan from a

hundred years ago.”

Lucjan murmured. At that moment, he had the desire to kill James. He could not allow him to leave

Mount Olympus alive. Otherwise, there would be endless trouble.

In the distance, Thea, who was wearing a mask, watched the situation unfold silently. She knew that

James had crossed into the eighth rank and had cultivated the Invincible Body Siddhi.

Hence, she did not act recklessly. Instead, she focused all of her efforts on healing her injuries. Based

on her current condition, she could completely recover in another day.

Then, glancing at Lucjan, her face darkened. She planned to use this opportunity to exterminate Lucjan

once and for all.