Still hidden within the pocket of his phantom steps, Shen Yu appeared just a few inches behind the guard's blind spot.
His gaze dropped to the man's awkward stance, a look of profound disdain crossing his face.
'Face him like a man?' he thought.
'Fucking disgusting,' he muttered under his breath.
Dropping his stealth at the absolute last second, Shen Yu lunged.
His fingers locked into a razor-sharp claw formation, tearing through the air with terrifying speed.
The Golden Core guard sensed the sudden, fatal spike in temperature and tried to frantically spin around, but it was already too late.
Shen Yu's hand struck like a lightning bolt, his fingers sinking deep into the guard's throat and cleanly ripping out his windpipe in a single, fluid motion.
Blood sprayed across the sandalwood carriage as the Golden Core powerhouse collapsed into the dirt, dead before he even hit the ground.
