"Zhang Xuan? Why are you here? Impossible, you, weren't you..."
Zhang Yan looked as though he had seen a ghost, his eyes wide with shock.
The Zhang Family lackeys around him were equally stunned, fear and unease filling their hearts.
They had participated in beating him back then. Now that Zhang Xuan was so powerful, wouldn't they be...
"I wasn't dead, right?" Zhang Xuan sneered.
Lin Tian and Lin Xi'er frowned beside him.
"Surprised? Sorry to disappoint you, but I, Zhang Xuan, was tough enough to survive."
"For everything that happened before, I'll make each and every one of you pay it back bit by bit."
"You? You?"
Zhang Yan kept backing away, preparing to flee.
If he did not run now, he would lose his life here today. Without his life, he would have nothing.
He had not enjoyed himself enough yet. A bright future still awaited him. He absolutely could not die here.
"You, you can't kill me. My, my Master is..."
Whoosh! An attack shot from Zhang Xuan's fingertips, heading straight for Zhang Yan.
Zhang Yan turned and ran for his life, shouting, "Don't kill me!"
But how could he possibly escape a strike from a Great Yi Mysterious Immortal?
The spell pierced through Zhang Yan's chest. Then, with a bang, Zhang Yan exploded into a cloud of blood mist.
A Spirit Soul floated within the blood mist, trembling as it looked upon everything before it.
Zhang Yan's floating Spirit Soul tried to flee and seek a chance at revival, but Zhang Xuan was an Immortal. How could it possibly escape?
With a wave of his hand, a giant phantom palm seized Zhang Yan's Spirit Soul and bound it tightly.
"Want to revive? How could I possibly let you have your way?"
Just as Zhang Xuan was