As the dagger shot toward Han Leu, the cheers that had just erupted froze mid-air as if the entire world had suddenly forgotten how to breathe and move. Time itself seemed to break unnaturally, the rising noise collapsing into suffocating silence as countless eyes widened in horror.
Lin Xiaotian's expression changed instantly as a sharp chill ran down his spine, his instincts screaming danger as he tried to shout a warning before the attack landed. His lips parted, but no sound came out in time, and in that fleeting moment, he already understood the truth.
Too fast… There's no way he dodges that.
In that single breath of stillness, everyone present had already accepted the same conclusion and even hope itself seemed to falter under the weight of inevitability. The scene felt frozen in place, as if the world itself had paused to witness the moment of death.
