Above The Sky
Chapter 825 - 825 46 Sacramental Saint Seal 5400_2

825: Chapter 46: Sacramental Saint Seal (5400)_2 825: Chapter 46: Sacramental Saint Seal (5400)_2 But Elder Mantle did not have the inheritance to assist him; once the advancement failed and death ensued, it would not only mean that the Mountain People had lost a respected Elder with the Dragon God inheritance, but also a loss for the Dragon Worship Cult.

The second point is that the Iron Wing Dragon Flock has been wooed by Fiery Flame Land precisely because of the actions of the Dragon Worship Cult on Abassalom’s side.

Continuing this confrontation will only intensify the internal contradictions within the Cult.

——What are you saying, isn’t this just taking sides with Fiery Flame Land?

Ian’s mind was as clear as a mirror.

Fiery Flame Land had orchestrated the grain disaster in South Ridge, causing the Mountain People to rebel and even dispatched the Dragon Group to suppress the upper echelons of South Ridge, with the King of the Mountain himself confronting the King of the Ironwing Dragon.

It was imperative for the Southern Ridge Worship Dragon Sect to cooperate with The Empire to stabilize the situation; otherwise, all of South Ridge would fall into decay, and Elder Mantle would no longer be able to unite the Mountain People within his lifetime and return to wholeness.

Thus, Ian saw Elder Mantle nodding with a smile on the surface, but in reality, he was impervious to both soft and hard tactics, repudiating all of Mojian’s requests for neutrality.

In fact, Ian himself was one of the reasons Elder Mantle had tactfully refused Mojian before—he had stated that Ian was a high-ranking member of the Southern Ridge Worship Dragon Sect, and without Ian present, he could make no decisions.

But with Ian present, he made no decisions just the same, which made the black-haired Swordsman’s face quite unsightly.

“Mantle, if this continues, the rumors within the Cult are not going to be flattering.”

Mojian was not known for his patience, and towards the end, his words carried a veiled threat: “I came here with sincere intentions, only to be treated with perfunctory responses—if you truly are unwilling, then I suppose we’ll have to meet on the battlefield.”

Elder Mantle’s brow furrowed slightly; clearly, he also felt this exchange was pointless, but just as he was about to speak, Ian shook his head.

He took a step forward.

With that step, a wave of white cold air spread from his feet, creating ripples that moved towards Mojian’s feet—the moisture in the air rapidly froze, turning into sharp ice blades that blossomed on the ground like flowers of ice, aiming to completely pierce the Fiery Flame Land’s Dragon Worship Cult Emissary from foot to head!

Mojian’s expression changed slightly; he hadn’t expected Ian to make a move so directly…

but even so, he inwardly looked down on Ian.

After all, how could a forced-upgrade genius, no matter how talented in Essence Manipulation or combat skills, hope to beat someone as battle-hardened as him?

——Interesting, let me give you a lesson.

Not angry but amused, Mojian’s body lit up with a layer of crimson light, this firelight coalescing into three bladeless flame swords in midair.

This was the ‘Sentry Flame Guard’ Second Energy Level’s enhanced ability, derived from the power of the Spiritual Volcanic Beast ‘Lava Worm’.

It was originally meant to gather several ‘Blazing Bugs’ that could emit searing beams for sentry duty, but Mojian had transformed it into several flame swords that could slice and pierce at will according to his thoughts.

“You have such a pretty face, but I wonder if your strength matches up.”

He drew his sword, ready to step forward and let Ian shed some blood.

But as Mojian began to step forward, he felt something was wrong.

The ice blades Ian had concentrated on the ground did not melt with the heat as he had imagined.

Instead, they had just become slightly wetter, thus even more slippery and sharp.

With one step, although his body was not pierced, his shoe was torn through, causing him to lose his balance.

——What kind of Essence Quality is this?!

Even with Dragonization Organ enhancement, it shouldn’t be so solid, right?!

Is this really just an advancement to the Second Energy Level?

Shocked, but nonetheless, Mojian did not give up his attack—three flame swords drew three beautiful crimson arcs, slashing towards Ian from different angles.

This was a sword technique that one person alone could not block no matter what, even a master of swordsmanship would have to take a hit.

But Ian was not at all perturbed.

He drew his sword to block one flame sword, and with his other hand, he concentrated frost to stop another, and as for the last flame sword that slashed towards his waist from a downward angle and couldn’t be blocked…

Green Tide Sword Technique.

A flash of sword light, a streak of aqua luminescence swept out, knocking the last flame sword away.

Thud thud thud—Mojian stumbled back three steps, his breathing became rapid, and he almost lost his balance and fell.

“You?!”

The Swordsman looked furiously at Ian; he turned to Elder Mantle, who also showed a hint of surprise, “Mantle, is this how you treat your guests?

Do you intend to incite internal conflict within the Cult…”

Before he could finish, Ian took another step forward.

His Iron Pattern Sword cut through the air, drawing a bright cyan sword light with a sudden rush of wind pressure aimed at Mojian’s throat, forcing Mojian to raise his sword to block and interrupt his words.

Clang!

Ian’s sword seemed light, but in reality, it was heavy and powerful, forcing Mojian to step back again.

“What exactly are you trying to do?”

After regaining his footing, the Swordsman roared, and once again he gathered three flame swords around him—this time, he wasn’t thinking of ‘giving Ian a lesson’ but ‘this won’t end until one of us is dead’.

But the calm of a Swordsman told Mojian that if they really started fighting…

facing this young man whose strength far exceeded his expectations, he probably couldn’t even escape.

Because Elder Mantle, after thoughtfully glancing at Ian, subtly positioned himself to block Mojian’s escape route.

——It’s a trap!

Mojian’s heart sank like it had fallen into an icy crevasse.

“I just don’t want to listen to a fool talk.”

Seeing that Mojian seemed to realize the situation at hand, Ian shook his head and sighed, “Hearing you spout nonsense, I couldn’t help but want to make you shut up.”