There was a pause.
Jackson Luther continued, "In this world, there is cause and effect for everything. What you sow, that shall you also reap.
Over the years, Ten Thousands of Swords Gate, with their high-handed oppression and evil acts, have already incited dissatisfaction among many sects.
Now, the Ten Thousands of Swords Gate is simply reaping what it has sown.
If we were to offer them any assistance, wouldn’t we be just as crooked as them?"
Master Maloney Kernot put his hands together and asked, "Elder Louise, what if Lionel Yeager and his group attack other sects without reason or justice, leading to more chaos in the Ancient Martial World?"
Jackson Luther spoke loudly, "If Mr. Yeager and his companions attack other sects indiscriminately and cause turmoil in the Ancient Martial World, it’s obvious that our Martial Mount will stand against it!
Everyone, please leave."
After speaking, Jackson Luther turned around and walked into the Great Hall.
The Martial Mount’s Sect Leader and elders all followed him in.
Only the people of the other sects were left standing on the square, looking at each other in confusion.
Jonas Franklin looked at Cyril Malone, Ronald Dormer, and Elaine Maxwell, and said sarcastically, "Sect Leader Malone, Sect Leader Dormer, Sect Leader Maxwell, seems like your hopes of using the strength of our major sects to eliminate Mr. Yeager and his group have been dashed!
Oh, no, not only have they been dashed, but rather the people from your Three Great Sects are badly injured. I’m afraid it’s going to take quite some time to recover, right?"
"You..."
Cyril Malone pointed at Jonas Franklin, so angry that he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Jonas Franklin quickly stepped back a few steps, flicked off his sleeve, and had a look of disgust on his face.
Ronald Dormer gritted his teeth and said, "Jonas Franklin, don’t feel too pleased with yourself. Can you guarantee that Lionel Yeager and his group won’t attack your Kun Lin Sect in the future?"
Elaine Maxwell also clenched her teeth and said, "Don’t count on us for help then!"
Jonas Franklin said with a chuckle, "Mr. Yeager and I have neither grudges nor grievances against each other. In fact, we have a very good relationship, and have even fought side by side.
Also, our Kun Lin Sect did not take any actions against Mr. Yeager and his group today.
Why would Mr. Yeager attack our Kun Lin Sect?
On the contrary, you have offended Mr. Yeager so much today, you had better be careful!"
"You..."
"I..."
Ronald Dormer and Elaine Maxwell were both seething with anger, each of them spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Jonas Franklin clucked his tongue and said, "Oh dear, just speak nicely. Why get so heated that you spit blood?"
Matt Goodwin said, "Elder Franklin, say no more. Let’s go!"
Jonas Franklin nodded and said, "Alright, let’s go. Perhaps we could still catch up with Mr. Yeager and his group."
After that, Jonas Franklin, Matt Goodwin, and the rest of the people from the Kun Lin Sect hurriedly left the place.
At this time.
Lionel Yeager and his group had already stepped out of the Martial Mount territory.
No disciple of Martial Mount dared to stop them along the way.
No one could help it, these people were too terrifying.
The leaders, elders, and law protectors of the seven major sects joined forces but couldn’t suppress these people. Instead, they were all injured by them.
Who would dare to stop such ruthless people?
Upon leaving the Martial Mount territory.
Reginald Weston glanced at Lionel Yeager’s right hand and asked, "Brother Yeager, you okay?"
"I’m fine, my aura is just a little disturbed."
Lionel Yeager shook his head, then said, "It’s no wonder that Martial Mount is the top sect in the Ancient Martial World today. Just their Fourth Elder alone had such terrifying strength. Truly impressive."
Bardon Bard smacked his lips and said, "The foundation of Martial Mount is indeed profound, especially those three old monsters who have yet to appear - their strength is even more terrifying.
Especially the Grand Elder of Martial Mount, who has allegedly stepped into the realm of Martial Saint, even surpassing our Shaolin’s Grand Elder."
Lionel Yeager asked, "How does Master Logan Trevino compare to Martial Mount’s Grand Elder in terms of strength?"
"Not sure about that."
Bardon Bard shook his head, "After all, I don’t know how strong my master really is."
Lionel Yeager sighed, "It seems the Ancient Martial World is not simple at all, there are quite a few old monsters living in seclusion.
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