Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 601 - 602 Mingtang

Master Sanjian's experience in the Mortal World was far richer than that of Qiu Yidao and the others.

He surveyed his surroundings.

The big rascals and bodyguards who had escaped were either dead or injured.

Morale had plumted to an all-ti low.

These seventeen or eighteen people could dominate their own turf dostically,

but on Dragon Island, they were rely a group of defeated and wounded soldiers.

Moreover, the most important thing was that the soul of the group, Yang Fei, had disappeared again, which was a massive blow to everyone's fighting spirit.

Master Sanjian could be certain.

Should another wave of Dragon Fortress Guards co, these people would completely break down ntally and utterly fail.

Thinking of this, he sighed.

"Staying here, there's no way we won't die. Now our only option is to take a gamble."

Yan Wuxin and Qiu Yidao both widened their eyes, "Gamble on what?"

Master Sanjian sighed and turned around.

"Gamble with our lives!"

Master Sanjian apologetically smiled at the three Mingtang Disciples.

"I apologize for any offense caused just now."

"However, whether or not to et up with Master Ye, we need to discuss this. Please give a few minutes."

After he spoke, he gestured to Yan Wuxin and Qiu Yidao, and they released the restrained Mingtang Disciples.

The leading Mingtang Disciple appeared troubled.

"The situation is urgent. I hope Master Sanjian can make a decision quickly."

"Otherwise, if the Dragon Fortress Guards discover us, we'll be in trouble."

Master Sanjian nodded, "Don't worry, I will be quick."

Then, Master Sanjian gathered the leading big rascals and chief bodyguards, and briefly explained the situation.

The surviving big rascals and bodyguards were at a loss.

After hearing Master Sanjian's words, they all expressed their willingness to take the risk.

Just then, Mad Blade and Fan Yi, who had been searching for Yang Fei, returned.

Mad Blade adamantly disagreed with retreating and insisted on defending Chaotic Reef, waiting for Yang Fei to return.

Fan Yi, however, didn't want too many people staying hidden among the reefs.

He asked Master Sanjian to lead the others away.

He and Mad Blade would stay behind and continue searching for Yang Fei.

Unable to persuade them otherwise, Master Sanjian reluctantly agreed.

Thus, Master Sanjian led a group of desperados who had narrowly escaped death.

Under the leadership of the three Mingtang Disciples, they moved stealthily towards the island where Mingtang was located.

Mad Blade and Fan Yi stayed behind, continuing the search in the nearby seas.

Three hours later, Master Sanjian and the others arrived at the Mingtang headquarters.

Briefly put, the Mingtang on Dragon Island is the island's school.

However, what this school teaches is not astronomy or geography,

but the true National Arts, as well as essential skills in shooting, close combat, and other jungle warfare tactics.

The Mingtang Disciples mainly co from various countries, mostly orphaned and holess children.

Majority of these disciples are from Asia.

The largest group among the Mingtang Disciples

was a group of refugee children brought back by Lord Dragon King from a small war-torn country in Eastern Europe.

They are staunch followers of Lord Dragon King.

Another portion consisted of the children of native residents of Dragon Island.

This group of Mingtang Disciples also remained deeply loyal to Lord Dragon King.

Loyalty to Lord Dragon King, fighting to the death for him, had almost beco their lifelong belief.

This group constituted one-third of all the Mingtang Disciples.

These Mingtang Disciples ca from countless native families on Dragon Island, involving the stability of the people's hearts on the island.

Chen Yu, no matter how bold, dared not attack Mingtang at this ti.

Otherwise, if Mingtang were thrown into chaos, the entire Dragon Island would follow.

As Master Sanjian and others followed the three Mingtang Disciples escaping back to Mingtang,

he had essentially figured out the situation in Mingtang.

Although Master Sanjian and the others were ntally prepared,

But when everyone saw Mingtang, they were still shocked.

The tall buildings, spacious and brightly lit classrooms, computer rooms, and military sand table simulation rooms.

The National Arts gym, the sports hall, and a military outdoor training base that covered three square kiloters.

Flowers were blooming everywhere, trees provided plentiful shade, fountains and artificial hills, the environnt was extrely beautiful.

At the main gate of Mingtang, stood a sentry as straight as a javelin.

Fully ard, with a disciplined military posture.

Moreover, on top of the high walls of Mingtang, there were electric nets, infrared surveillance probes, the defense was extrely strict.

Mad Blade suddenly understood why Chen Yu did not attack Mingtang.

Under such strong military defense,

even if Chen Yu conquered Mingtang, the losses would be heavy, where would he get the capability to conquer Holy Island?

At this mont, at the main gate of Mingtang, a guard stood fully ard.

And around Mingtang, at strategic traffic points, defenses had been built up with explosives stacked on suspension bridges.

Inside and outside Mingtang, pedestrians hurried along.

The expressions on nearly everyone's face beca extrely serious.

In the air lingered the sll of burning gunpowder.

A great battle was about to break out!

Master Sanjian and the others watched, each person's heart filled with unease.

Master Ye t Master Sanjian and the others in the grand hall of Mingtang.

When Master Sanjian saw Ye, he could hardly believe his eyes.

Ye wore only a pair of military trousers and thick-soled, knee-high leather boots.

His upper body, however, was tightly wrapped with bandages, carrying the pungent sll of traditional dicine.

The golden hair on Ye's forehead shimred, yet his face was gaunt beyond asure.

His cheeks were deeply sunken, his eye sockets hollowed out, and his chin sported scruffy, dark beard stubble.

Ye had transford from a refined and handso young man into the appearance of a man in his thirties overnight.

While a Core Formation to Divine Communication martial artist cannot maintain their youthful appearance forever,

the powerful Essence Qi can slow aging and maintain skin elasticity.

So powerful warriors, even at a hundred years old, might only appear to be in their fifties.

However, to have withered so much, and beco so weak in just one night, Ye's internal injuries must be severe.

Yet, Ye's eyes, though full of bloodshot threads, still shone as bright and dazzling as stars and diamonds.

His scholarly temperant now bore a hard, robust sense of masculinity.

Master Sanjian and over ten strong martial warriors took their seats.

Ye said indifferently, "Master Sanjian, I have already learned of Yang Fei's disappearance."

"Originally, I wanted Yang Fei to take charge of the situation in Mingtang."

"But this ti, you will have to take charge."

Master Sanjian shook his head.

"I am just a warrior, I have never fought in wars, I cannot handle this task."

Ye looked at him calmly, fatigue evident in his eyes.

"If you back down now, the lives of these one thousand Mingtang disciples and all of you Great Owls will be lost by your hand."

He shifted his gaze, looking out the hall window at the clouds that drifted leisurely by.

"I will persuade Mad Blade and Fan Yi to join and take charge of the situation together."

"As soon as Yang Fei cos back, you will step down imdiately, how's that?"

Master Sanjian furrowed his brows.

"Master Ye, I don't understand why you don't personally command the Mingtang Disciples?"

Ye gave a bitter smile.

Without speaking further, he slowly unwound the bandages on his back, then turned around.

Just one look at Ye's back made everyone present lose their composure and cry out in shock.

A deep palm print was embedded in Ye's back.

The flesh in the center of the palm print was charred black.

His stark white spine and ribs were fractured.

With every bending movent Ye made, the broken bones rubbed continuously.

Such an injury, such pain, and Ye acted as if nothing were wrong?