The four assassins lay crushed against the rooftops, their bodies pressed flat by the overwhelming pressure radiating from Liam's presence. Their faces were twisted with humiliation and rage—emotions that warred against the primal terror flooding their nervous systems.
They had never imagined this outcome. The four of them were at least second-stage Golden Core realm cultivators, veteran who'd survived countless missions through skill and power. Each one had killed dozens of targets, some more powerful than themselves through careful planning and coordinated assault.
And yet here they were, utterly helpless before what appeared to be a teenager. A nameless kid who shouldn't have posed a threat to any one of them individually, much less all four working together.
What sort of monster was he? Where had he come from? What had they done to attract the attention of something like this?
