79: Chapter 79 A shrewd man, late-stage Innate Realm! Two strikes!

"N-not necessarily, right?"

Gang Leader Qian Wanjun spoke up hurriedly, though in his heart he was already cursing that member of the Jin Family who had made the move.

Had they never used their family martial arts in their life? Why did they have to use it now, leaving behind such specific traces, and then just happen to get caught!

However, this really couldn't be blamed on them.

After all, who could have guessed that Lu Qingyun would be this outrageous!

Just because someone he had met once, someone he wasn't even very familiar with, but who merely looked like they were on his side, got injured, he went completely insane and wanted to avenge them!

He was even willing to slaughter an entire family for it!

From this moment on, Gang Leader Qian Wanjun finally understood that this youth, who looked so young and naive, was, in his bones, a complete madman!

He didn't play by the rules at all!

He could only try his best to dissuade him, even forcing himself to endure his severe pain and stand up from his wheelchair.

He was one step away from jumping up and down to show he was perfectly fine.

But in the end... he was forcibly pushed back down by Lu Qingyun!

"Ming Cheng, let's go."

"Target: the location of the Jin Family in the Outer City."

"We are going to take revenge for the only person who was injured because of us, Gang Leader Qian Wanjun!!"

Lu Qingyun didn't even glance at Gang Leader Qian Wanjun.

He spoke in front of everyone, his voice extremely loud, his emotions running high!

This straightforward intent to kill made the audience at the Beast Arena, who already loved seeking thrills, completely boil over!

They didn't dare to follow Lu Qingyun, but that didn't stop them from treating this as dinner table conversation after tonight, even feeling honored by it!

...

Outer City, location of the Jin Family.

"Young Master, the future of the Ning Family is already set, and this suddenly appearing Lu Qingyun is of no consequence. Why did you have to go through all this extra trouble, Young Master?"

A mature middle-aged man stood beside Young Master Jin Mingren, looking somewhat puzzled.

Young Master Jin Mingren's eyes shifted, a flash of shrewdness crossing them.

He wore a faint smile, as if he were a wise man who saw through everything.

"Uncle Cheng, this is not extra trouble, but something that must be done."

"Although the Ning Family is destined to go downhill, a starving camel is still bigger than a horse, especially with the existence of that Sky-Walking Grandmaster, Ning Xuanzhou. Even if the Ning Family declines, they won't be weak. The benefits split from them, like a whale fall, can allow all the major forces to have a full meal."

"But the problem is, in this process, who knows if they might suddenly go crazy and choose one family to take with them."

"This is why everyone else has been holding back. It was only when Ning Xuanzhou tried to reach into the Outer City to divide the benefits that they acted together to restrict him. This also signaled something—a signal that everyone understands in their hearts, but cannot say out loud."

"Therefore, to be safer, planting someone inside is the most appropriate move. Even if it is finally decided to divide the Ning Family's benefits, this knife we have inserted will be enough to help us more easily cut off a larger piece!"

The smile on Young Master Jin Mingren's face remained unchanged.

He liked his name very much, which often made him feel that he was a truly shrewd man.

Not far away, the voices of several members of the Jin Family's branch lineage were noisy, seemingly arguing about something.

"Obviously, my Golden Spring Force deals the most damage. By turning my force into the sharpest metal, even the body of a Xiantian Martial Artist can be easily pierced by me!"

"Bullshit! With your martial arts that haven't even reached proficiency, what skills could you possibly have! If you haven't reached the Xiantian realm, you will never know how powerful a Xiantian Martial Artist is. Even if I just used my pure physical body to hit him, the damage caused would be much higher than yours!"

"Both of you, stop talking. Let me be the objective mediator—I am actually the one who contributed the most!"

Young Master Jin Mingren heard these words and glanced at Uncle Cheng, who was beside him as if he had heard nothing.

He then put on an angry expression, walked straight out the door, and harshly reprimanded those branch disciples!

And halfway through the scolding...

Boom!!

With a bang, the door opened!

"Young Master."

Uncle Cheng stood in front of Young Master Jin Mingren, shielding him behind his back.

Outside the door, Gang Leader Qian Wanjun, looking utterly hopeless and unable to resist, was pushed in.

Beside him, Lu Qingyun stood straight and tall.

His gaze swept across everyone present, pausing for a moment when it passed over Uncle Cheng.

For some reason, Young Master Jin Mingren did not see any wariness in Lu Qingyun's eyes, but instead... a kind of excitement!

This made him feel very strange.

And what made him even stranger was that he didn't know why Lu Qingyun had suddenly come looking for him!

According to his assumptions, the communication between him and Lu Qingyun should have been friendly.

Unless... the connecting link had a problem!

He looked at Gang Leader Qian Wanjun, who was lying in his wheelchair and frantically winking and signaling at him, feeling somewhat confused.

But the next moment, he understood.

Because Lu Qingyun had directly raised his blade and slashed it towards his forehead!

Bang!!

A huge clashing sound rang out, deafening!

Uncle Cheng, who was beside him, took this slash for him, his aura revealed—he was actually a Seventh-Layer Xiantian, a powerhouse who had reached the Xiantian Late Stage!

This made him relax slightly.

Fortunately, with a Xiantian Late Stage powerhouse protecting him, at least...

Hum!!

A flash of blade light passed by!

Before his eyes, the head on Uncle Cheng's body fell off silently...

(Damn it, the more I write, the sleepier I get. What on earth am I writing...)