"Aaaargh..."
With another hoarse cry, an aura erupted from Sang Zhi's body, surging toward the heavens.
CRASH!
The secret chamber was instantly blown apart. The aura scattered in all directions, immediately drawing the attention of the nearby Hidden Guards.
"Cough, cough, cough... Dammit..." the old man cursed under his breath. He dragged his body out of the ruined secret chamber. Before leaving, he glanced back at Sang Zhi, who was convulsing ceaselessly on the ground. It looked like he wouldn't last another hour.
'What a pity...'
"Over here!"
A clamor of voices came from the distance.
The old man averted his gaze and fled the scene.
"It's the Eighth Prince!"
"No, wait. This aura... There's a powerful surge of Inner Strength rampaging through the Eighth Prince's body."
"Quick, get him back to the Imperial Palace! If the Eighth Prince dies here, we'll all pay with our lives!"
The Hidden Guards rushed in and carried him back to the Imperial Palace.
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