The Power of a Single Strike

Deep underground in the southwest corner of Ming De Hall, the archive room.

Jing Hongchen looked at the utter devastation before him and spat out a mouthful of blood. His body swayed slightly. The man who had always appeared lofty and imposing before others now seemed several years older.

To him, even if the uppermost levels of Ming De Hall were completely destroyed, this place absolutely could not fall.

For the former, he would at most receive some punishment. Given his status as the master of Ming De Hall and the sudden nature of the incident, it would not amount to much. At worst, he would have to pay for the losses out of his own pocket.

But if it was the latter, his entire clan could very well be implicated. Even Xiao Hongchen and his sister, far away at Shrek Academy, would not be spared!

There was one thing Ye Chen had guessed correctly. This place was the culmination of the Sun Moon Empire's Soul Tool research over tens of thousands of years. Of all known Soul Tools, nearly fifty percent of their blueprints were stored here.

What pained him was not the blueprints themselves. As long as the Soul Masters above Level 8 had not been lost, redrawing them would only be a matter of time.

But if those blueprints fell into the hands of the Body Sect or the three Douluo native empires, the consequences would be far beyond what he could bear.

The Sun Moon Empire had always held the other three nations in check precisely because of its Soul Tools. If that gap were greatly narrowed, the war might even be postponed indefinitely.

How was he, the master of Ming De Hall, supposed to explain that to the imperial family?

As for resisting?

Even with