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Missiles whistled through the air like meteors in the dark, slicing through the night sky with a menacing aura that instilled fear in everyone.
Inside the palace, faces turned ashen as they watched the missiles closing in, a wave of despair washing over them.
They stared helplessly at the incoming missiles, as if they were already witnessing their own demise.
"What is happening?"
The experts from the Shui Clan soared into the sky, bewildered.
With a grave expression, the sect leader explained, "We're in trouble. Xu Tiannan implanted a trigger inside himself. If it detects his death, soul-guided missiles are automatically launched in this direction!"
"This is bad," muttered one of the Shui Clan experts.
"That Xu Tiannan, he even had a contingency plan!" Another Shui Clan expert furrowed his brow.
Within the palace, several titled Douluos of the Sun-Moon Empire noticed the drastic change and hurriedly took to the sky.
They were stunned, paralyzed with shock as they watched the missiles hurtling toward the palace, utterly at a loss.
"Why are the missiles targeting the palace!?"
"Could something have gone wrong inside the palace?"
At the same time, within Mingjing Hall, Jing Hongchen looked toward the palace, astonished.
"Could this be… the extinction plan activated?"
"Has the Emperor already…"
Jing Hongchen's voice trembled slightly, his face turning pale.
"It's over!"
The sky was filled with missiles, on the verge of leveling the palace. The people below were overwhelmed, powerless in the face of this sudden disaster.
"Hurry! Protect the palace!"
Inside the palace, several titled Douluos of the Sun-Moon Empire recognized the imminent danger. They sprang into action, doing everything they could to intercept the incoming soul-guided missiles.
Each of them unleashed their formidable abilities, using their bodies to withstand the deadly missiles. Explosions echoed through the sky, flames and smoke blending into a terrifying scene.
Despite their desperate efforts, more missiles continued to rain down, threatening the palace's very existence.
At this critical moment, two figures suddenly appeared at the forefront: the Holy Spirit Sect leader Zhongli Wu and a top-tier expert from the Shui Clan!
The Shui Clan expert and Zhongli Wu stood before the palace, their presence as formidable as a mountain.
Then, both acted simultaneously!
With a wave of his hand, the Shui Clan expert summoned a powerful blue barrier of soul power out of thin air, like an impenetrable wall, shielding the palace from the missiles.
As each missile approached, he swiftly struck, knocking them away with incredible speed.
Meanwhile, Zhongli Wu used a mysterious soul technique, condensing the air into a phantom-like barrier of light. As the missiles approached, this barrier moved like a shifting wall, keeping the missiles outside the palace.
The Shui Clan's top expert and Zhongli Wu displayed astonishing soul techniques, deflecting the missiles one by one.
The other Shui Clan experts focused on intercepting the scattered debris, ensuring the palace suffered no significant damage.
"Who are these two powerful figures!?"
The titled Douluos of the Sun-Moon Empire were filled with amazement at the sight of these mysterious and powerful beings.
But in the face of the crisis before them, they had no time to dwell on their questions. They had to work together with all their might to protect the palace.
The titled Douluos of the Sun-Moon Empire, under the leadership of the Shui Clan expert and Sect Leader Zhongli Wu, worked in close coordination to intercept the scattered missiles that had been deflected.
As the sky lit up with the continuous barrage of artillery, a figure swiftly approached—it was Jing Hongchen, the Master of Mingjing Hall, who had hurried to the palace.
Upon his arrival, he was immediately surrounded by royal attendants and ministers.
"Master Jing, what on earth is happening?"
"Why are missiles suddenly attacking the palace?"
"Jing Hongchen, how could this happen?" one of the royal attendants asked anxiously.
With a solemn expression, Jing Hongchen slowly explained, "This is the nation's highest-level secret—the Extinction Plan. A chip was implanted in the Emperor's body, and if the Emperor dies, soul-guided missiles are launched across the nation as a final means of mutual destruction."
"Extinction Plan! Mutual destruction?"
The ministers were shocked beyond belief, and a wave of unrest swept through them.
Does this mean the Emperor is already dead?
This revelation hit them like a thunderbolt.
Immediately, one of the ministers hurriedly reported to Jing Hongchen, "Master Jing, the Emperor's death was likely caused by those two mysterious figures in the sky! You must apprehend them!"
However, other ministers quickly countered, "Apprehend them? Are you mad? Those two mysterious figures are the only ones stopping the missiles! Without them, what would we do?"
The room erupted in debate, and the atmosphere grew increasingly chaotic.
Amid the heated arguments, a minister shouted angrily, "So what if those two mysterious figures killed the Emperor? That wretched Emperor Xu Tiannan deserved to die long ago!"
"Yes! That tyrant lost his mind! Even in death, he seeks to drag us and the innocent citizens of the capital down with him. He won't let anyone rest in peace, even in death!"
Several other bold ministers echoed these sentiments, condemning Xu Tiannan as a despicable tyrant.
Their long-held resentment toward Xu Tiannan finally found an outlet.
As the discussion continued, the tension in the room escalated.
Meanwhile, a royal attendant urgently asked Jing Hongchen, "Master Jing, when will this Extinction Plan end? When will the missile strikes stop?"
"I don't know," Jing Hongchen replied, shaking his head bitterly, his voice heavy with despair. "But one thing is certain: the attacks won't cease until the Sun-Moon Empire is completely annihilated."
"The purpose of the Extinction Plan is absolute destruction. All of our nation's missiles will be launched without hesitation. Even those that cannot reach the palace due to distance will strike other cities. Even if we manage to save the palace, the entire country will be reduced to ruins."
"What!?"
Everyone was stunned by his words.
Some ministers, having given up hope, prepared to flee with their families, seeking safety beyond the borders.
More ministers cursed Xu Tiannan, denouncing him as a shameless tyrant, dragging the entire populace into the depths of death—a truly despicable act.
Boom!
On the outskirts of a small border town, a missile descended from the sky, striking the edge of the city with a deafening explosion that shook the entire town.
"Oh no, it's a missile!"
"Run! We have to escape!"
Panic-stricken, people screamed and fled in all directions as if the apocalypse had arrived.
In such a small town, where the strongest were only Soul Saints, there was no way to withstand this calamity.
Meanwhile, across the Sun-Moon Empire, missiles rained down like a torrential storm.
Seeing this, the titled Douluos of the Sun-Moon Empire felt utterly helpless.
"What can we do?"
"We can't possibly withstand this kind of attack!"
"It seems we have no choice but to flee."
Realizing that the devastation seemed endless, they began to contemplate abandoning the palace.
Just as the situation reached its most critical point—
Above the imperial city, a mysterious vortex suddenly appeared out of thin air!
(End of Chapter)