The man watched in terror as the sharp stone in his hand, like a streak of meteoric light, advanced toward his forehead. He closed his eyes, his body shaking uncontrollably. Everything happened too fast, too quickly for anyone to react.
It was only after a while that the man felt the movement in his hand stop, and he dared to open his eyes. To his shock, the sharp stone had stopped just about one centimeter from his forehead. Seeing this, he let out a long sigh of relief, but he was already drenched in cold sweat.
Looking into Tangyu's indifferent gaze, he felt as if he was being targeted by two razor-sharp blades, invoking an unprecedented sense of fear within him. It was a novel feeling, one he couldn't quite explain.
