After leaving the archives, Ren Ye scurried toward the Secret Chamber with the mincing steps of a eunuch.
The wicked prince was eager. He wanted to witness a grand spectacle firsthand.
Before long, just as he reached the vicinity of the Secret Chamber, he saw a crowd of Earth Dragon Personal Guards gathered around, more than three hundred in all.
In addition, a general responsible for the defenses of Immortality Mountain Manor and Wu Yuanjun's personal steward had both arrived.
Meanwhile, outside the side room leading into the Secret Chamber, Big Fat Dragon, Hundred-Flower Immortal, and Poison Wine Flask stood looking utterly bewildered, talking in low voices.
Amid the crowd, Ghost-Headed Saber had already been arrested. Four Personal Guards had bound him with Mystical Ability Ropes and were roughly holding him down.
"Why are you arresting me? What law have I broken?" Ghost-Headed Saber shouted, his expression angry and aggrieved. "Why are you treating me like this?!"
Keep acting. Make it a little more convincing, and I'll ram two hundred million straight into you with one shot. Ren Ye's eyes were cold as he muttered inwardly, feeling thoroughly vindicated.
Crack!
A whip unfurled in midair and lashed viciously across Ghost-Headed Saber's skull, splitting his skin and sending blood streaming down on the spot.
Not far away, the general held a horsewhip and stared coldly at Ghost-Headed Saber as he cursed, "Keep shouting, and I'll cut out your tongue."
"I want to see the Witch Lord! The Witch Lord!" Ghost-Headed Saber roared stubbornly.
"Take him away." After giving that quiet order, the general turned to the steward. "Please inform the Witch Lord that Ghost-Headed Saber has been apprehended. I will proceed with the interrogation."
"Very well. Thank you for your efforts, General Feng. I will return and report to the Witch