James and Jackson escaped the Mount Thunder Sect.
There was an army stationed in the distance. Tanks, artilleries, and many soldiers armed with heavy weaponry were gathered.
Seeing this, James frowned.
Meanwhile, the army had recognized James through its drones. Thus, they did not act recklessly but instead awaited orders from their higher–ups.
James walked toward the army and stopped approximately a hundred meters away from them. Then, catalyzing True Energy, he roared, “I demand to see your person in charge!”
However, no one responded.
The combat aircraft were still bombarding the area.
The martial artists who were gravely injured could no longer escape.
“Damn it!” came a furious roar.
Then, a figure soared into the sky. With the Frost Sword in hand, he slashed. Sword Energy struck a combat aircraft, which instantly disintegrated and crashed to the ground.
It was Simon Cabral, an eighth–rank martial artist who stood on top of the power pyramid. When an eighth- rank martial artist roared, even the earth shook.
The moment Simon appeared in mid–air, countless combat aircraft opened fire, and millions of bullets burst forth. In an instant, Simon disappeared only to reappear below in the mountains. Then, he was gone. The other martial artists had only begun retaliating.
From below, powerful True Energy struck the combat aircraft circling the sky.
Soon, many were shot down.
“The enemy has shot down a few of our aircraft!”
Hearing this, Gloom’s face darkened, and he said coldly, “Launch Air Force One Missile and flatten the entire region. There’s no way they can survive this.”
“A–Air Force One Missile?”
The soldiers froze.
“Quick, we’re running out of time.”
“Sir, Air Force One Missile possesses terrifying destructive power. Please reconsider your decision. By the way, the Dragon King wishes to meet you. He’s now confronting the main force.”
“I’ll go have a look.”
Soon, Gloom appeared. Upon seeing him, James was not surprised in the slightest.
“What are you doing, Gloom?” he asked coldly.
Walking over to James, Gloom glanced at him. “Executing an order.”
“Whose order?” James‘ expression was solemn. “Do you know what you’re doing? Mount Thunder Sect is
full of some of Sol’s most powerful martial artists. How could you do such a thing?”
Gloom said coldly, “They should have been dead long ago. This is an era of peace. Their existence has negatively affected the construction of the nation and the decision–making process of the higher–ups. Only by exterminating them all can the nation develop.”
“Cut the cr*p. Retreat at once.”
“It’s too late.” Gloom’s face darkened. “We now have a blood feud between us. No one can bear the consequences if they survive and retaliate against us. They have to die. I’m even prepared to launch Air Force One Missile.”
“You dare?” James‘ face darkened. “Launching such a destructive weapon requires the unanimous approval of all parties. Who gave you the authority to do so? Retreat at once.”
“James, I won’t stop you if you wish to leave. However, the King has given the order to exterminate everyone inside. There’s no turning back.”
Gloom’s expression hardened.
They had crossed all the martial artists in Sol.
If they retreated now and offered them breathing room, the consequences would be dire.
James‘ face darkened. Then, in the blink of an eye, he appeared before Gloom. Before Gloom could even react, his acupuncture points were struck.