Kong Deming and Jing Hongchen exchanged a glance. Deep in their eyes, each saw the other's undisguised shock and helplessness!
They had thought that Light Ye Xishui, who claimed to be the pope of Spirit Hall, would appear out of nowhere and offer the Sun Moon Empire a glimmer of hope amid this calamity!
But who could have guessed that instead of bringing hope, her arrival would be like a spark thrown into a pan of hot oil, instantly setting the situation ablaze and dragging the entire Sun Moon Empire into the abyss of destruction ahead of time!
Seeing that the two made no move, Mu Xuan's infuriatingly calm voice rang out once again. He didn't even look at Kong Deming and Jing Hongchen; his gaze remained fixed on the sea of golden holy flames.
"I understand."
"If you won't do it, then there's no point in keeping the Sun Moon Empire around..."
He was sentencing the entire Sun Moon Empire to death!
But even with Mu Xuan saying that, Kong Deming and Jing Hongchen wouldn't do it. They could never fire a Level Nine Soul Missile at their own country. That was their bottom line.
"Silence!"
Jing Hongchen could no longer keep his composure. He roared as Soul Power and the light of his Soul Tools flared at once.
"We'll never attack our own home! Mu Xuan! We're your opponents!"
"Exactly!"
Kong Deming also stepped forward, his expression solemn. Several core Soul Tools quietly appeared around him, radiating menace.
"We'll fight you together, you madman!"
Fighting spirit surged from the two men. Their powerful Soul Guidance Ray cannons began charging, ready to join this battle between gods!
But the response they received was Light Ye Xishui's cold, disdainful voice.
"Get lost! Stop getting in the way!"
"Do you really