Before his death, the monk's heart was filled with unwillingness and resentment.
Although Yunjin Temple would definitely find out how he and the other monk died, it did not matter to him at the moment. After all, he would be dead.
Yunjin Temple had also gained a powerful enemy. Now that Ye Xuan was aware of Yunjin Temple, he would naturally stay vigilant. It would be difficult to kill then.
Furthermore, if they could not kill this peerless genius, Yunjin Temple would definitely suffer a great calamity in the future.
Still, he would not live to see that future. When the fist landed, his body and soul were instantly torn apart.
Even the divine elements in his body were turned into ashes.
Then, Ye Xuan reached out his hand in the direction where the monk had fallen, following which five streaks of light burst forth and landed in Ye Xuan's palm.
These were the monk's Buddhist beads.