The air had been sucked out of the hall.
Dead silence.
Dust and smoke still swirled in midair.
Chunks of broken concrete rained down from the ceiling.
Every gaze was fixed on Luo Ye.
Phinks lowered the arms he had raised to shield himself.
His browless face was dark as thunder.
His killing intent spilled out uncontrollably.
Feitan stepped out of the shadows.
His narrow eyes locked onto Luo Ye.
It was him.
Last night, out in the wilderness.
It had been this brat.
He had stopped them and let that chain user take Uvogin away.
"It's you."
Feitan's voice was hoarse, grating painfully against their eardrums.
The black umbrella turned in his hand.
The slender sword concealed in its handle was itching to be drawn.
Old grudges and fresh hatred.
They collided head-on in that instant.
Gon and Killua quickly moved together amid the chaos of the explosion.
Killua grabbed Gon off the floor.
They retreated several meters.
"Luo Ye!"
Gon called out in delighted surprise.
Killua, however, looked ashen.
He snarled at Luo Ye.
"Are you insane?"
"These guys are real monsters."
Luo Ye ignored him.
He took two steps forward.
He stood between the two boys and the Phantom Troupe.
Nobunaga finally exploded.
First, the prey he had taken a liking to had snubbed him.
Then someone had smashed through the wall to provoke him.
Since when had the Phantom Troupe become such an easy target?
"Brat."
Nobunaga gripped his sword with both hands.
Not a trace of emotion remained in his dead-fish eyes.
Only a savage urge to tear everything apart.
"I don't care who you are."
"You're getting minced today."
Bzzzt.
Cold, razor-sharp aura erupted from Nobunaga.
En.
A four-meter radius.
An invisible domain expanded.
It enveloped Luo Ye, Gon, and Killua.
Within this domain.