The Almighty Dragon General

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.

leave us with no choice but to force you to submit then,” Thea

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

was clearly heard

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

“Step back.”

raised his hand.

of Mount Thunder Sect retreated further

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

was Mount Thunder Sect’s leader and was less than 50 years

either too high or too low.

fought James before the New Year, his cultivation base was at the peak of the sixth

Mount Thunder Conference, he witnessed the martial artists slay the Spirit Turtle and

to meditate in seclusion

Ice Sword Art also

opponent

one to

said in a low voice, “Draw your

“Ha!” Thea sneered.

I don’t need my sword