The Great Zhou Capital.
The Imperial Palace, The Imperial Library.
"Daoist Friend, hold on!"
At this moment, the newcomer, seeing the fireball floating in midair, started to panic, his scalp tingling.
But as these words left his mouth, his tension eased, the hidden master seemed willing to speak with him, which offered some hope for his survival.
"Who are you?"
He was about to ask this question, but before he could speak, the next moment, a bursting Spirit Light abruptly appeared, carrying an overpowering force. He didn't even have time to react before his consciousness plunged into darkness.
Then, his head hit the ground, severed from his body. The blood only began to spray out in the next moment, and the fireball floating in the air instantly extinguished.
Even Emperor Wu of Zhou, a decisive person, couldn't help staring in disbelief. When the Ancestor spoke, he thought the Ancestor intended to delay time with a conversation.
