Zhang Liuyuan laughed softly. As he laughed, his voice grew increasingly shrill and desolate.
He seized his sword, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at Zhang Liuzhen. "You are not fit to be the Celestial Master. If the Zhang Family falls into your hands, you will ruin our Zhang Family's thousand-year legacy. Zhang Liuzhen, you will be the sinner of the Zhang Family!"
He swept his gaze around and said gravely, "You chose the wrong person. In his heart, the interests of the nation, the common people, and other cultivators all rank above those of the Zhang Family! You will regret this. You will definitely regret this!"
With that, he held the sword across his throat and slashed fiercely. Blood sprayed out. His sword fell, and he collapsed to the ground, yet his eyes remained fixed on Zhang Liuzhen. With a smile that was not a smile, he murmured, "I'll wait for you to regret it..."
With Zhang Zhengchang and his grandson dead, the second branch no longer had the will to resist.
Though the two ancestors remained seated, they did not interfere with Zhang Liuzhen's handling of the matter.
They merely watched, intending to speak up and stop him if he went too far.
Yet Zhang Liuzhen gave them no such opportunity. He handled everything exceptionally well.
He did not hold the disciples who had followed the second branch in rebellion accountable. Instead, he released both groups sitting opposite each other on the platform, allowing them to go treat their injuries. He also declared that since the ringleaders, Zhang Zhengchang and his grandson, were dead, he would not pursue the others.
Only after Zhang Liuzhen had soothed everyone did he look at the pale-faced Pan Yun. "What's wrong with you?"
Pan Yun shot him a glare. The dizziness had