The Peerless Emperor

Halfway up in the air, Lin Qian nodded in acknowledgement, and a group of scholars and artisans turned around and flew towards the Sword Peak, preparing to busy themselves with their tasks.

What they needed to do was to set up the Destruction Impact Soul Cannon.

The Destruction Impact Soul Cannon couldn't be used directly, of course, as the parts had to be pre-forged and assembled on site.

This location was chosen because an hour later, Green Star would face the two planets occupied by the Ghost King Army.

The choice of this Sword Peak was because the recoil when the Destruction Impact Soul Cannon fires is terrifying, requiring the entire Green Star as a base to support it.

The transformation of Sword Peak is to use the earth as a base to bear its weight and shoot upwards into the sky.

It should be known that the artisans and scholars of the Huaxia Empire also possess cultivation in their realm, only they are not skilled in combat.

After they were summoned by Lin Qian, they quickly flew to the Sword Peak and began their mission.

They took out small soul crystals one after another and started arranging arrays.

These arrays were meant to reinforce the ground around Sword Peak to prevent the terrifying recoil of the Destruction Impact Soul Cannon from causing the earth to collapse and thereby offsetting the range.

The actions of the Huaxia Empire scholars in arranging arrays were awe-inspiring to onlookers.

Arrays arose and chains floated, instantly forming the structures of the arrays, pleasing to the eye and making people unwilling to shift their gaze, staring fixedly at the scene ahead.

Among those present, Liu Shimin was considered knowledgeable about arrays and naturally understood how remarkable these scholars' skills were.

"These must be the Prime Minister's men, amazing!" Witnessing the array setup scene ahead, Liu Shimin was full of admiration, taking deep breaths, hands trembling, unsure of what to say.

Having studied arrays alongside Zhuge Ming for a long time, Liu Shimin had a bit of pride, considering his talent remarkable and his learning speed quick.

However, compared to these Qi Refining Realm scholars, he found himself far behind; their proficiency in arrays greatly surpassed his own.

At least, for now, he couldn't match their realm.

Seeing this scene, Liu Shiming suppressed his previously proud thoughts, no longer as restless as before.

Watching the actions of the array ahead, scenes from his past studying of arrays appeared before him, and after a while, he seemed to have a realization.

Past unclear aspects also surfaced in his mind, as if his mind suddenly opened up, suddenly understanding.

Returning to his senses, Liu Shimin smiled, knowing he gained greatly at this moment.

Then, he felt deeply moved, being by Lin Qian's side indeed allowed for unexpected events, and such insights in arrays were rare opportunities he happened to encounter.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Next, the sound of hammering emanated continuously from Sword Peak as artisans began transforming it.

Not only did they start chiseling, but they also continuously used artifact refining techniques to temper the entire mountain.

This scene left Yan Jiu and Lei Jun dumbfounded.

What a joke, this was just a regular mountain, and it could actually be tempered using artifact refining techniques.

They could even see the artisans merging various soul ores into Sword Peak, making the mountain sturdier and more powerful.

Immediately after, these artisans took out the parts of the Destruction Impact Soul Cannon from their storage spaces and began assembling them.

Their actions were swift, and the prototype of the Destruction Impact Soul Cannon gradually emerged.

Two soaring metal conduits appeared on both sides of Sword Peak, while base-like structures started attaching to the mountain, emitting a deep metallic chill.

On the other side, the scholars also gathered around the artisans to assist, assembling the parts together, growing ever more robust.

While helping, the scholars continuously condensed arrays, merging them into the parts, integrating into the assembly of the Destruction Impact Soul Cannon.

Despite the Destruction Impact Soul Cannon not yet complete, and lacking any aura, resembling a dead object.

Yet, for some reason, Liu Shimin and Yan Jiu, Lei Jun, felt an ominous dread.

The three of them, having considerable proficiency in arrays and artifact refining, knew deeply how astonishing the arrays and refining techniques within the assembly of the Destruction Impact Soul Cannon were, and how incredibly complex.

Just from afar, they felt their heads throb.

At this moment, they believed that once the Destruction Impact Soul Cannon was completely assembled, blasting the planets occupied by the Ghost King Army would be effortless.

While the Destruction Impact Soul Cannon was being assembled, deep within the Green Star camp occupied by the Ghost King Army.

A city originally belonging to the Green Clan had been entirely seized by the Evil Ghost Clan.

In the former City Lord Mansion, an Evil Ghost Clan member sat boldly in the main seat, propping his head and feigning sleep.

In front of him was a large dark iron pot, in which hot soup bubbled, emitting a fragrant aroma.

However, inside the iron pot floated corpses of the Green Clan, boiled into a mush.

Clearly, these Green Clan members were food for this Evil Ghost Clan.

"Master, something terrible has happened." At this moment, an Evil Ghost Clan member rushed in from outside the camp, flustered and panicked.

Upon entering the camp, he immediately knelt, lowering his head, fearful.

The Evil Ghost Clan member in the main seat didn't open his eyes, only speaking indifferently: "What is it?"

"Ahead, we've been inexplicably attacked by other races, and the Green Clan receiving aid led to our defeat." The messenger's words caused the real leader of the Ghost King Army to open his eyes, displeased and puzzled, "Other races?"

"That's right, there's also another matter." The messenger hesitated, seemingly afraid to speak.

Seeing the messenger's demeanor, the Ghost King Army leader frowned, slowly standing and walking towards the messenger.

Every step seemed like a tremor of a mountain, making the messenger feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his entire body trembling.

"Speak!"

"The young master is dead, along with all the clansmen who followed him being slaughtered."

As the messenger's words fell, the leader grabbed him and shoved him into the iron pot, simultaneously snapping his neck.

The leader's eyes were gloomy, even though his entire hand was submerged in the boiling pot, he seemed unaware of the searing heat.

"Dare to kill my son, seeking death!"