Saying it out loud would be a huge hassle. It didn't matter if the people at Night Raid knew; the Revolutionary Army they belonged to was simply beyond reach when it came to influencing the Imperial Capital. But if the local snakes here found out, who knew what kind of mess they might stir up for him!
"Do you think you can still leave in one piece after saying that in front of an Empire general?" Esdeath licked her lips. "Believe me—you'll be ushered into a brand-new life experience in the interrogation room.
"Oh!"
Esdeath's expression went completely cold. After all that, all she got was another indifferent "oh"!? Did he really think her threats were just for decoration? Or had he looked down on her from the very beginning!?
The killing intent amassed through countless slaughters burst forth without concealment. Yet Jiu Ming remained like a mountain ridge brushed by a breeze, utterly unmoved. He had rarely used killing intent to threaten people himself, but that did not mean he did not understand it.
Kazami Yuuka had once told him, while sparring and training with him, that other people's killing intent was accumulated from the outside in through slaughter. It could directly affect an opponent's mind, make them tremble, or even frighten them to death. His, however, had arisen from the inside out because he had "died" too many times. His killing intent could not only frighten people—it could frighten them to death—but its definition of killing by fear was different. The former literally scared someone to death alive; his made those unable to endure it sincerely experience "death." Either they resisted successfully, or they directly died once. It was akin to an instant-death strike, much like the spiritual "contamination" from that flower garden Kazami Yuuka had once created.