117: Chapter 117 Negotiation? Hopefully... it's just torment you!

Feeling tremors akin to an earthquake, the Middle-aged Leader silently quickened his pace.

He didn't dare get too close to a battle at the Sky-Surpassing Level.

Even if this battle was likely a one-sided crush, the death throes of a Sky-Walking Grandmaster were something one had to be wary of.

His gaze shifted to Instructor Mu Cheng, who had vaguely moved a step ahead of him, and a sound of deep dissatisfaction immediately erupted from his nostrils.

"Hmph——!?"

Right now, he realized belatedly that he had become a tool for this guy to disgust Lu Qingyun, inadvertently offending a Sky-Walking Grandmaster in the process!

If it weren't for his immature mind, actively running over here, he feared that one day in the future, he would be settled accounts with without even knowing why. At that time, he probably wouldn't even know who he had offended until he died.

Upon hearing the Middle-aged Leader's clearly dissatisfied sound, Instructor Mu Cheng's heart tightened.

He realized that due to his nervousness, he had unknowingly overtaken the Middle-aged Leader.

Such behavior, failing to respect the hierarchy, was a major taboo!

He immediately slowed his pace.

Then, seeing the meaningful expression on the Middle-aged Leader's face, his heart suddenly sank.

He certainly didn't think anyone who could climb to a high position in the official organization was a fool.

Previously, he just felt that no matter how monstrous Lu Qingyun was, he was merely a martial artist who had just entered the Xiantian realm.

For someone at the Middle-aged Leader's level, a martial artist of this caliber was completely unworthy of attention.

Even if he knew, he wouldn't say anything. Because his actions really did help his nephew; it was just a Xiantian-level martial artist, so offending him was no big deal.

But who could have imagined that in such a short time, Lu Qingyun would leap directly to become a Sky-Walking Grandmaster!

An existence at this level was far beyond what the Middle-aged Leader could control!

In reality, as long as he was willing to go through normal channels, an eighteen-year-old Sky-Walking Grandmaster explaining the situation to the authorities would immediately attract attention!

With just a little time, he could definitely get the ranking he deserved back.

But fortunately, he chose to deal with it in the most extreme way, which gave them a reason to kill him!

Once the label of a cult organization was attached, the person killed, and everything would be fine!

How wonderful!

The vibrations ceased.

The entire Tianjiao Camp seemed to fall silent all at once.

Instructor Mu Cheng felt a surge of joy, thinking that Lu Qingyun had already been killed by the two Sky-Walking Grandmasters.

After all, how could a newly promoted grandmaster withstand the joint offensive of two veteran grandmasters!

Holding the thought of wanting to see how Lu Qingyun died, he subconsciously turned his head back.

His footsteps paused at that moment.

And a figure floating in the air, ghost-like, who knew how long it had been silently following them, filled his pupils!

Patter——!

The footsteps behind him sounded again, maintaining the same frequency as before.

The Middle-aged Leader asked: "How did it go?"

His pace gradually slowed, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

"Mm, it's all resolved."

A voice sounded from behind.

It caused the Middle-aged Leader to stop instantly, a chill rising from the soles of his feet up his spine to the top of his head!

Because this voice was very young.

It did not come from Instructor Mu Cheng, but from... Lu Qingyun.

Lu Qingyun walked forward a few steps, standing side-by-side with him.

Then, he handed over the head he had just removed—Instructor Mu Cheng's—to the Middle-aged Leader like a gift.

Instinctively, the Middle-aged Leader reached out with both hands to take it, his hands trembling violently!

Because Instructor Mu Cheng's eyes were wide open, staring fixedly at him, filled with despair, shock, and resentment.

"Hiss——!!"

The Middle-aged Leader took a deep breath, then threw the head of Instructor Mu Cheng in his hand to the side.

Trembling, he took out a pack of special supply cigarettes from his pocket.

He took one out and clamped it in his mouth.

He struck the lighter several times, but because his hands were shaking uncontrollably, he failed to light it.

Fortunately, he still had plenty of time left.

It finally lit.

He took a deep drag, and the taste of nicotine allowed his tense nerves to gradually calm down.

"You... cannot kill me."

"Otherwise, trespassing in Tianjiao Camp and killing a high-ranking official will completely cement your label as a cultist."

The Middle-aged Leader spoke, maintaining his composure even at this moment.

He attempted to negotiate from a perspective that would be most favorable to Lu Qingyun.

The effect of the negotiation was quite good.

Lu Qingyun was very satisfied.

So, even though he had only said those two sentences, he directly sent him a Fireball.

Flames surged, instantly burning his right leg into charcoal!

"Ahhhhh——!!!"

The Middle-aged Leader lost his support and collapsed onto the ground.

He wanted to touch his right leg, but when his hand reached out, it touched only charred white bone!

"Continue."

Lu Qingyun crouched beside him, expressionless, and said in a calm tone.

"I will temporarily suppress the news of those two Sky-Walking Grandmasters' deaths. Later, we can arrange a cult assassination so that their deaths will have absolutely nothing to do with you!"

The Middle-aged Leader gritted his teeth and continued.

Snap——!!

A Fireball appeared again, landing precisely on his left leg.

"Continue."

It was the same sentence again; at this moment, Lu Qingyun seemed to have turned into a broken record.

"There's more... there's more..."

"Although the list has already been submitted, I can use some favors to change the rankings. You can still be in the top ten... No! As long as you want, you can be number one!!"

The Middle-aged Leader thought he had found Lu Qingyun's true point of need and shouted loudly.

However...

Snap——!!

Another Fireball went down!

His right hand vanished again, the intense burning sensation keeping him in extreme pain every moment.

He could no longer bear it.

Before Lu Qingyun could say the word "continue," he roared,

"What... what exactly do you want!!?"

Hearing this, Lu Qingyun added another Fireball, roasting his remaining arm as well.

Then, he looked at the Middle-aged Leader with clear eyes and said very seriously:

"Oh, I just want to torture you. Listening to your wails in extreme pain, while you still hold onto a sliver of hope and keep begging me for mercy, makes me feel it's very interesting."