Abyss

Ming De Hall.

Jing Hongchen stood amid shattered walls and rubble. His once-bright, lavish clothes had long since become tattered and ruined. He tightly gripped a massive broken sword in his hand. It was a Class 6 Soul Tool he had personally crafted, but it was clearly on the verge of being scrapped.

The scene before him could only be described as horrifying.

Ming De Hall, one of the sturdiest fortresses on the Douluo Continent, was no less secure than Shrek Academy's Sea God's Pavilion.

Yet such a place had now been reduced to ruins. The uppermost section of the entire base had completely collapsed, countless people had been killed or injured, and most crucially, no one knew what had become of those highly restricted secret areas.

"Body Sect, Du Busi, I will never rest until this is settled!" Jing Hongchen's eyes burned with fury. His voice was slightly hoarse as he forced out each word through his throat.

That was right. Though he did not know their purpose, the ones who had just attacked Ming De Hall had definitely been the Body Sect.

Since its founding, Ming De Hall had never suffered such a devastating blow. Leaving aside those extremely expensive Soul Tool Experiment Tables, the destruction of the main structure alone made Jing Hongchen's heart cramp in pain.

This was a massive base located five hundred meters underground, with a total area of over five thousand square meters!

When it had been built, it had consumed enormous manpower and resources. The funds alone had amounted to at least several hundred million Gold Soul Coins.

Now that something had happened, and with the imperial family turmoil occurring at just the wrong time, if he wanted to restore it to its former scale, Jing Hongchen might have to pay out