"Who's there?"
Without a second thought, Zhang Xuanfeng whipped his elbow back, striking at whatever was behind him.
He didn't know when the person had appeared, but he was the Little Madman, after all.
Arrogance and wild pride were etched into his very being.
How could he let himself be put on the back foot for no reason?
But his elbow struck nothing but air.
There was nothing behind him.
'Was that hand on my neck just a fleeting dream?'
He turned back to look at Wu Hui.
Wu Hui hadn't seen anyone either...
As the two stood there in confusion, the voice spoke again:
"That is not the answer I was looking for."
SQUELCH!
Without any warning, a hand suddenly burst through Zhang Xuanfeng's chest.
It gripped his still-beating heart, ripping it clean out of his chest cavity.
A spray of fresh blood spattered all over Wu Hui. His pupils contracted violently. With no time to think, he ducked and lunged, appearing at Zhang Xuanfeng's side in an instant.
