Ronglin said speechlessly, "The last person who claimed not to fear threats was beaten to death by me."
As he spoke, Ronglin turned and searched the cell, but to his disappointment, he found nothing. Then he walked back.
"I'm not afraid of death!" Shiryu said with a cold laugh.
Ronglin slowly walked up to Shiryu, raised his right index finger, and gradually pointed it toward Shiryu's throat.
Though that pale finger carried no power at all, Shiryu somehow felt endless coldness wash over him, along with a terrifying aura that constantly devoured his life.
"I'm not afraid of killing either." Ronglin sneered. "Especially someone who isn't afraid of death. Killing people like that is the most satisfying. Trash like you think death can prove whatever merits you have, but you don't realize that living will always be more important than dying. There are still many things you can do while alive, but once you're dead, all you can prove is your own stupidity. It has no meaning at all!"
Sneak Attack—Target: the Four Emperors' Stronghold!
Ronglin's words exploded beside Shiryu's ears like a thunderclap, making his heart pound wildly. Shiryu had never considered the meaning behind those words. Only after Ronglin's speech did he receive such a tremendous shock.
But just as Shiryu reacted to Ronglin's words, he suddenly felt an icy chill in his throat. A terrifying stabbing pain followed, and in an instant, surging agony violently blasted through Shiryu's nerve center.
"Guh..." Shiryu felt heat and stabbing pain at his throat. He wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, no words came out. Instead, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his consciousness rapidly blurred.
Fear suddenly rose from the depths of Shiryu's heart. His entire body went limp and weak as pain surged