Silently and unnoticed, Bai Ziyue appeared at the edge of the window, touched the bamboo tube's opening lightly, and released his power.
Pa!
The young man, with his mouth covering the other end and ready to exhale the enchanting smoke, immediately widened his eyes as blood flowed from his mouth.
His mouth exploded.
Just as a scream was about to escape his throat, a thick cloud of enchanting smoke dispersed, causing him to feel dizzy, his vision darkened, and his wide-open mouth shut, seemingly suppressing the scream along with the smoke.
Then, a hand stretched through the torn paper of the window, grabbing his neck and applying slight pressure.
Crack!
The sound of a neck breaking resounded.
The young man died without any pain.
"Seeking death!"
With a voice like thunder, Zhang Zhen's voice emerged from a nearby room.
Closely followed by the sound of a blade slicing into flesh.
Other rooms also seemed to be filled with noises of commotion...
