A Strike's Power

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

Jing Hongchen looked at the utter devastation before him and spat out a mouthful of blood. His body swayed slightly. Once imposing and towering before others, he now seemed to have aged several years.

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 suddenness of the incident, it would not be anything serious. At worst, he would have to pay for the losses out of his own pocket.

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

Ye Chen had guessed one thing correctly. This place contained the essence of the Sun Moon Empire's Soul Tool research over tens of thousands of years. Nearly fifty percent of the blueprints for all known Soul Tools were stored here.

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

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

The Sun Moon Empire had always held an advantage over the other three nations because of Soul Tools. If that gap was greatly narrowed, the war might even be postponed indefinitely.

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

As for resisting?

Even with the strength of a Rank 9