Roar of the Supreme Warrior novel 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.