San Zha exited the courtyard and, under Nezha's lead, went straight to the secret chamber where the sacrificial ritual to the Evil God was being held.
The moment the secret chamber was breached, the face of Wealthy Zhao, who had been exchanging pleasantries with Li Jing, turned pale, and his voice became hoarse.
"General Li, do you even know who you've offended?"
Li Jing drew his treasure sword and said, "The Li Family has long received the favor of the Great King. How could we allow vile demons and Outer Dao heretics like you to harm the people? Men, seize him!"
The already-prepared armored soldiers charged directly into the hall. Wealthy Zhao sneered coldly, "The power of Lord Sea Emperor is beyond the imagination of mortals."
With those words, he began chanting under his breath. A pale blue mucus started to spray from his body, and tiny scales began growing on his skin.
