<h4>Chapter 2442: Chapter 2442: Bronze Coffins</h4>


    "Are you crazy?" ck Dragon hurriedly stopped Dragon Dance, ring, "What good does this do for us? Besides plunging us into danger and prematurely exposing our strength, what other meaning does it have?"


    "Can’t you hear me?" Dragon Dance’s face was ashen as she stared at the group of ck-armored men in front of her, along with Mr. Springs and Trent Marsh, exuding a chilling killing intent.


    "Go, release them!" Dragon Dance turned around,manding in an undeniable tone, "Execute my orders!"


    "Sorry, I can’t do it." ck Dragon took a deep breath, gently pressed his hands downward, "Control yourself, don’t act crazily, okay? You know they have a great deal of uncertainty, you know we haven’t fully mastered them yet."


    "Be cautious." ck Dragon, almost pleading, said, "Empress, calm down."


    "But they are already blocking the door. Do you expect me to give up resistance and surrender?"


    Dragon Dance shook her head, "That’s impossible, I’d rather die."


    "Trent Marsh, did you say that as long as we leave, you won’t attack us?" ck Dragon shouted towards Trent Marsh, who was not far away.


    "Correct, I can give you a chance. But the opportunity is one time only." Trent Marsh gripped his sword with his right hand, his tone as chilling as Kunlun’s snow and wind.


    The ck-armored men behind him remained silent, expressionless.


    Like statues, they exuded a heavy oppressive atmosphere.


    "Empress, a wise ruler knows when to retreat to fight another day." ck Dragon spoke in a deliberately low, serious voice, "We obviously have the strength, but the most crucial point hasn’t been unlocked yet. Why take the risk? Once our people are tamed, will we fear them?"


    "Empress! Don’t act on impulse!" ck Dragon pleaded once more.


    "Fine." Dragon Dance closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, "I’ll go."


    "Very well." Trent Marsh sheathed his sword.


    The ck-armored men behind him also sheathed their swords.


    "Give me a few hours, I’ll leave Boulevard." Dragon Dance’s eyes glinted with coldness.


    "I believe you." Trent Marsh turned around, striding off into the snowy ins.


    "Maiden." Mr. Springs called out.


    "What?" Dragon Dance’s face remained cold with a full body of killing intent. Though furious, she restrained herself.


    ck Dragon was right; they had considerable power, but the timing was not right.


    They had no choice but to endure.


    "I’ll give you a piece of advice." Mr. Springs gestured deliberately at his neck, "Silvio Reed wants to kill you."


    After speaking, he followed behind Trent Marsh, trekking across the snowyndscape.


    Gradually disappearing from view.


    Once everyone had left, Dragon Dance swung her Longsword forward!


    Whoosh!


    Snow filled the sky!


    Sword Qi poured out onto the snow in with her fury.


    "Move out." Dragon Dance turned around, walked into the base.


    "Empress."


    Inside the base, Dragon n members who had already begun gathering called out to her.


    However, Dragon Dance had no mood to pay attention to them and went straight inside.


    "Open them all up, I want to see." Dragon Dance arrived at the base’s lower level and instructed ck Dragon beside her.


    Her phoenix robe fluttered in the wind, showing how fast Dragon Dance was walking.


    "Alright."


    ck Dragon took several steps to the innermost area, grasping a copper ring with his right hand, and pulled fiercely!


    Whoosh!


    Coffins were dragged out from the walls.


    These coffins were all made of bronze with carved crosses on them.


    The coffins werepletely covered by the crosses.


    The wide side had nine dragons intertwined.


    The narrow side had a snake sculpted on it!


    The dragons were not ordinary; they were flood dragons.


    With mouths agape, they roared viciously, and just seeing their fangs made one instinctively fearful.


    The snake too was coiled up, eyes narrowed, tongue flicking, as if ready to spring out.


    These fierce coffins clearly pointed to something inside that was unlikely to be anything good.


    Especially the crosses, shockingly scarlet!


    As if blood had been sshed on the coffin.


    "Open it." Dragon Dance’s eyes fixed on the coffin, pupils slightly constricted, "I need to know how the progress is. ck Dragon, we’re running out of time."


    "Some things are fated to be imperfect." ck Dragon ced his hand on the edge of a coffin, gently pushing it open, "Just like ck Dragon. Could have been stronger, but was forced out early."


    "Sometimes, Empress, we have to believe in fate, don’t we?"


    He gave a faint smile, pushing open a coffin.


    Insidey a disfigured person.


    Seemingly sensing the coffin opening, the person awakened, sitting up rapidly!


    Hands reaching for Dragon Dance’s face!


    Dragon Dance did not dodge, gazing directly at the disfigured person.


    The person’s hands stopped a centimeter from Dragon Dance’s face and could no longer move.


    Chains bound his neck, wrapping around his body as well.


    These chains were all dark green, carved with crosses.


    No matter how the person inside the coffin struggled, they could not escape the chains’ control.


    "Still far too insufficient." Dragon Dance extended her hand, pressing on the bloodied face, and the disfigured person instantaneously quieted.


    Soon enough, the person inside fell back down.


    As if asleep.


    "At this rate, we need too much time." Dragon Dance shook her head, expression grim.


    "We might even miss the best opportunity. Silvio Reed indeed left his regiment, and Trent Marsh’s power poses a huge threat to us."


    Whoosh.


    The bronze coffin was shut.


    Inside were killing machines created from the Dragon n’s remnants after ck Dragon emerged.


    This method was referred to as witchcraft.


    Back when the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance unified, martial arts were divided into east and west factions.


    The eastern faction was true martial arts, mixed with some formations.


    Yet the western faction focused on witchcraft.


    Spiritual telekinesis practitioners like Jesse River were typical examples of this.


    These individuals excelled not in physical force but in spiritual attacks or using puppets.


    "Father, I’m curious whether your God is capable?" Dragon Dance opened another coffin.


    Insidey a blue-eyed, golden-haired old man.


    The old man opened his eyes and chuckled, "You may doubt yourself, but never God."


    He wore a red robe with a cross on the chest.


    Enveloped inyer uponyer of gold.


    "I need this quickly." Dragon Dance gestured, and ck Dragon approached with a box of gold, pouring the gold into the coffin.


    "God needs wealth, as do I." The blue-eyed, golden-haired old man pushed aside the gold, withdrew a roll of cloth, and somersaulted out.


    With a crash, he kicked open the coffin.


    Before the disfigured ancestors of the Dragon n could react, he hammered a cross into their forehead, the cloth wrapped around.


    "Look, it’s done." He snapped, and the disfigured Dragon n ancestor was pulled out.


    The cloth instantly turned blood red.


    "God, show these Easterners your might!" The old man drew Dragon Dance’s Longsword from her waist and shed fiercely!


    ng!


    The sword broke.


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