A Glare That Kills!? Truly Lives Up to the Name of Blood Butcher Yama!

Not... not dead...

Still alive!

It is Da Liangzao!

Fusu's eyes widened to their limit, his entire body tensing to the breaking point.

His heart, which had just plummeted into the deepest abyss, suddenly saw the light again.

Countless chaotic thoughts surged into Fusu's mind.

His legs were completely jelly, but he still drew a slow breath, forced himself to muster some strength, and retreated half a step.

Then, his body gave way; he tumbled over his chair and collapsed to the floor, gasping for air, his face as pale as paper.

"He... he..."

Fusu was somewhat incoherent, still staring in terror at the assassin, whose form remained locked in a state of extreme tension, frozen at the very moment before the kill.

Even though the assassin was motionless, that murderous intent still surged from the fluid lines of his robust physique.

Anyone who caught a glimpse of it would feel their heart skip a beat.

"He is dead."

Zhao Cheng's voice came, leaving Fusu's mind even more blank.

Dead!?

Fusu looked at the assassin in disbelief. No matter how he looked at it, this guy was still alive!

With that killing intent and that posture baring his lethal intent, how could he be dead?

Furthermore, just a moment ago, he hadn't noticed Zhao Cheng make any move; the two hadn't even made contact. How could the assassin be dead?

"Dead... why hasn't he fallen?"

Fusu tried hard to make his voice sound calm, but it still came out trembling.

Zhao Cheng pointed at the assassin. "Poke him and he'll fall, or give him a kick."

Fusu was terrified, his scalp tingling.

He wanted him to actively approach the assassin?

An assassin who had just nearly killed him and was still maintaining a killing stance?

He did not move.

Zhao