In just a quarter of an hour, Ye Zhen transformed from a spirited Nascent Soul Eighth Layer powerhouse into a frail old man teetering on the edge of death. Without his cultivation to support him, his spirit vein had almost completely withered, his physical body was deteriorating rapidly, and he could no longer even stand upright.
Looking at Ye Zhen, collapsed on the ground and gasping for breath, Lu Chuan clicked his tongue.
"Truly pitiable. But perhaps it's for the best—dying this way can be considered atonement. You brought so much trouble to the Ye Family and even tried to kill your own elder brother. If this isn't karmic retribution, then what is?"
Saying this, Lu Chuan casually struck out with a stream of spiritual power, pinning Ye Zhen to the ground permanently. He then stepped around Ye Zhen and headed deeper into the dragon vein.
