"That's right. It is indeed very easy for me to kill Zhang Ruochen. Similarly, it is even easier for me to kill you," Hua Qingye said.
Upon seeing Hua Qingye's cold eyes, Zhang Tiangui felt an indescribable chill. Drops of cold sweat poured out of the center of his back. He stopped walking, not daring to move forward. He said, "Predecessor Hua... why do you say that?"
Hua Qingye grinned, showing a mouthful of yellow teeth. He said, with a smile, "Zhang Ruochen made a deal with me that if I could kill you, he would tell me his secret. Should I trust him? Hoho!"
Zhang Tiangui's whole body went stiff like he was falling into an ice hole. He hastily said, "Predecessor Hua, Zhang Ruochen is full of craft and cunning, you must never believe his words. It's best for you to kill him now. Then bring his head to the young master to take the credit. Young master will definitely give you a great reward."
Hua Qingye frowned, showing a contemplative expression.