Taking Stock of the Spoils

After finishing all this, Ye Yun immediately picked up the Second Elder's corpse and hurried toward where Zhang Wentian had fallen.

In mere moments, he arrived beside the barely breathing Zhang Wentian.

Seeing Ye Yun approach while carrying the Second Elder's corpse, a flash of hatred passed through Zhang Wentian's eyes.

Struggling, he said to Ye Yun, "Ye Yun, one day, the Core Elixir Realm elders of my Zhang Lineage will definitely tear you into ten thousand pieces!"

Faced with Zhang Wentian's dying threat, Ye Yun said unconcernedly, "You had better pray that the Core Elixir Realm elders of your Zhang Lineage do not come looking for revenge.

Otherwise, if they all die at my hands, your Zhang Lineage will not even need me to act before hostile forces swallow it whole.

When that time comes, the vast Zhang Lineage will be ruined by you and your son. Even in death, you probably will not be able to rest in peace!"

As Ye Yun's words fell, Zhang Wentian, who had still wanted to threaten him, instantly had his pupils contract.

At that moment, a powerful sense of unease surged up in his heart.

If matters truly developed in the direction Ye Yun described, then the final outcome might indeed be exactly as Ye Yun had judged.

That outcome filled Zhang Wentian with terror.

He could not imagine the Zhang Lineage ultimately being destroyed because of him and his son.

For a moment, he sank into a frenzied spiral of self-doubt, muttering repeatedly, "This is absolutely possible! This is absolutely impossible..."

Seeing this, Ye Yun did not waste any more words. He raised his hand and struck Zhang Wentian squarely in the chest with a palm.

In an instant, Zhang Wentian, already barely clinging to life, died as his heart meridians