The dark sky's clouds were torn open.
The unmanned Ancestor Divine Weapon's surface flowed with a faint crimson, accompanied by a deep and sharp whistling, rushing straight toward the Royal Mansion.
"Father, be careful!" The Princely Heir Xu Jinglong was aghast, instinctively grabbing Prince Jing's sleeve, yet the latter's legs seemed nailed to the ground, unable to move.
However, this "flying sword" did not come to take Prince Jing's head, but under the gaze of father and son, it thunderously pierced into the tower before them.
Inside the building.
The elderly Magician, who had just completed a seven-day curse killing, rose to his feet, only to have his heart pierced by the Taia Sword that pierced through the dark secret room.
He lowered his head in astonishment, glanced at the treasured sword embedded in his chest, then slowly raised his head, following the line of sight toward the breach in the dark secret room.
