In the Secret Realm, Pei Zongti suddenly felt a chill.
Meanwhile, inside the Imperial Ancestral Temple hall, a magician abruptly raised his hand and smashed the sacrificial artifact onto the ground, then leapt out and struck towards Pei Zongti's head with his palm.
"Xiao Bojin, what are you doing?!"
The magicians around were instantly anxious.
Yet the Royal Mage, at this moment, was full of killing intent in his eyes, not listening to their nonsense.
Swish!
At this moment, from the darkness of the hall, a figure like a phantom appeared, seemingly arriving in a puff of smoke.
It was Zhao Wujiong, Director of the Imperial Secretariat, Chief Eunuch.
His eyes cold, he moved later but arrived first, raising his hand to shield Pei Zongti's head, then twisted his wrist.
Crack!
The crisp sound of bones breaking rang out, and the Royal Mage's arm was directly torn off.
Without waiting for him to speak, Zhao Wujiong already pressed down on his head.
Bang!
