This is not a good thing.
However, Zhang Yun didn't have time to think too much. He simply said softly to Ye Qianzhi, "He is at the Heavenly Gang Realm. You are no match for him."
"But he actually hurt Sister Xinyan like this, young master, how could you..." Looking at the injured area on Zhang Yun's calf, Ye Qianzhi was so anxious that she was about to cry.
Was it her who harmed the young master?
"It's alright. I've already marked him. No matter where he runs, he'll never escape my grasp."
As he spoke, Zhang Yun turned to look at Zhuo Xinyan, who was enduring excruciating pain, covered in cold sweat, and listless. His voice was filled with icy killing intent.
"Anyone who dares to harm my disciple, Zhang Yun, will be crushed to dust!"
"Sister Xinyan, how are you?"
Seeing that Zhuo Xinyan was about to lose her balance, Ye Qianzhi quickly stepped forward to support her, her voice already choked with sobs, and said with immense self-blame, "It's all my fault, it's all my fault for being useless and failing to protect the young master and sister."
"Qianzhi, this isn't your fault." Zhang Yun stared at Zhuo Xinyan's wound, a sharp glint in his eyes, before quickly concealing his emotions deep within them.
"Xinyan, if you want to scream, just scream. Don't hold it in."
"Master...Master, I...I'm alright." Zhuo Xinyan's face was as pale as paper, devoid of any color.
Clearly, this is an extremely potent poison!
From the moment she was poisoned, Zhuo Xinyan instantly felt a burning pain on her shoulder.
If that black aura were compared to fire, it would be an extremely eerie fire. Even Zhang Yun found it a bit unbearable to experience such an intense burning sensation.
However, fearing that it would affect Zhang Yun's performance, Zhuo Xinyan gritted her teeth and remained silent throughout.
As soon as she finished speaking, a mournful, low, and hoarse voice finally escaped her lips.
The hoarse voice gradually turned into a heart-wrenching, shrill cry.
Cold sweat had already soaked her clothes.
"Xinyan, don't worry, I will definitely find a way to detoxify."
Zhang Yun gently comforted him, but he himself was not sure.
The methods used by the masked man in black were too bizarre, unlike anything he had ever seen in his life. He wondered if those guys in the Medicine God Realm could find a way to cure this poison.
"hehe."
With two of the three people, including Zhang Yun, poisoned, Zhang Tianlun's anxiety subsided.
Judging from Zhuo Xinyan's reaction and her listless, pale expression, anyone could tell that she was seriously poisoned.
Zhang Yun's cultivation level was much higher than Zhuo Xinyan's, so it was normal for the poison to take effect a little later.
"Zhang Yun, it seems you've forgotten something, haven't you?" Zhang Tianlun sneered, as if the situation had returned to his control.
"I have indeed forgotten about you ants."
Despite Zhang Yun's seemingly unchanged expression, he was just as furious as Ye Qianzhi.
Just when he was looking for a way to vent his frustrations, Zhang Tianlun actually came to him seeking abuse, so he couldn't be blamed.
His cold, sword-like black eyes swept over Zhang Tianlun and his group in an instant, and then his hand shot forward, unleashing the Nine Dragons Thunderfire!
Zhang Tianlun and other Tianyuan Realm experts didn't even have time to scream before they were burned to ashes by the powerful Nine Dragons Thunderfire. With a gust of cool wind, they disappeared without a trace.
"Um?"
After personally dealing with a group of ants, Zhang Yun clearly felt a change in his feet.
The wound is slightly itchy; this means it's healing!
"It actually fixed itself?"
It can be said that Zhang Yun, who "tested the poison on himself", roughly understood how poisonous the black-clad masked man's poison was. If there was no way to counteract it, even he would die within three days!
"This must be someone in my inner world who has made a contract with me and has a constitution that makes them immune to all poisons."
Upon realizing this, Zhang Yun's eyes suddenly lit up, and he immediately walked to Zhuo Xinyan's side: "Xinyan, don't move, let me try to see if I can help you detoxify."
"Mmm." The weak Zhuo Xinyan responded softly, her voice barely a whisper, but she trusted Zhang Yun and obediently remained motionless.
He placed his palm on Zhuo Xinyan's shoulder, and a wisp of spiritual energy quietly seeped in, making Zhuo Xinyan gradually feel warm and gentle energy, as if it were cleansing her internal organs.
After a short while, Zhuo Xinyan's face gradually regained some color, which made Ye Qianzhi breathe a long sigh of relief and gradually smile.
"I knew the young master would have a way!"
"Master, I feel much better. Thank you, Master." A smile appeared on Zhuo Xinyan's lips.
She did feel better, but only less pain than before.
Zhang Yun frowned, his expression gradually becoming serious.
He discovered that his spiritual power could only alleviate the toxins in Zhuo Xinyan's body and slow down the spread of the poison throughout her body; it was a temporary fix, not a cure.
Of course, he didn't say these words in front of Ye Qianzhi and Zhuo Xinyan.
"Xinyan, believe me, I will definitely remove the poison from your body completely, but I need a little more time," Zhang Yun said slowly. As long as there was a glimmer of hope, he would never give up on his disciple, Zhuo Xinyan.
Even setting aside their master-disciple relationship, Zhang Yun could not stand by and watch someone die.