Lin Yan had just returned to his room. Before the lock had even clicked shut, that strange sensation descended.
It was neither a stirring breeze nor a sound.
It was a thick, icy sensation that acted directly on the deepest reaches of his senses, as though the once-flowing air had suddenly solidified into a deep sea filled with lead and mercury.
That deathly silent killing intent followed him like a shadow, instantly engulfing the cramped single cabin.
Lin Yan's pupils contracted slightly. He was all too familiar with this feeling, yet it was completely different from before.
If Hisoka's killing intent was a raging fire, filled with perverse pleasure and the excitement of toying with prey, inflicting a burning sting;
then the killing intent of the person outside was pure, efficient machinery, devoid of even the slightest human emotion.
It was like a precision killing machine, every turn of every gear serving a single purpose-to erase its target.
Illumi...
Lin Yan silently repeated the name.
The freak disguised as Gittarackur, his face covered in pins, had finally come knocking over Killua.
His heart clenched violently, and the dantian embryo inside him shuddered in response, frantically warning him of the immense, lethal threat outside the door.
His cultivation was still shallow. In this world teeming with Nen users, facing the Zoldyck Family's formidable eldest son was no different from a mayfly trying to shake a tree.
But he had no way out.
Instead of reaching for the door handle immediately, Lin Yan leaned against the wall and drew a deep breath.
He forced down his body's instinctive trembling, half-closed his eyes, and sank his awareness into his dantian sea of qi.
With a heart as clear as ice, remain unshaken even if the heavens fall...
As the verses of the Qingjing