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.