Illumi's voice was soft.
Flat.
But the words "you'll all die here" chilled everyone's blood.
His killing intent had changed.
It was no longer a faint, elusive pressure.
It had solidified into cold, tangible malice.
The temperature throughout the hall dropped several degrees.
The weaker examinees' legs were already buckling under that murderous intent.
They could barely stand.
"Hey, hey... you're joking, right?"
Leorio's teeth were chattering.
"Is he really going to kill someone here? Aren't the examiners going to stop him?"
"Something's wrong."
Kurapika's brows knitted tightly.
He stared fixedly at the center of the stage.
"His killing intent isn't aimed at Gon."
"It's aimed at... Killua."
He was right.
That terrifying killing intent had only one true target.
It wrapped relentlessly around a corner of the audience seats.
Around the silver-haired boy whose face was deathly pale, whose whole body shook violently.
Illumi was going to kill Gon.
But it was Killua he was passing judgment on.
Oh-ho. Now this is high-level play.
Luo Ye understood.
He wasn't nervous in the slightest.
Instead, he grew excited.
He shifted into a more comfortable position.
Kill the body, crush the spirit.
This guy Illumi is playing psychological warfare.
He doesn't really want to kill Gon.
At least, not yet.
Killing Gon gains him nothing. It'll only piss off a little brother with limitless potential.
The Zoldyck Family wouldn't make a deal like that.
His real goal is to snap that rebellious streak of Killua's before it can even take root.
To tell him in the cruelest way possible: look, the friends you make will only get you killed. Your friendship is worthless.
Tsk. The Zoldyck Family's parenting really is top-tier entertainment.
On the stage.
Gon stood at the very center of the storm of killing intent.
His body had frozen.