The assassin's eyeballs bulged, bloodshot veins bursting like a spiderweb.
A rattling, gurgling sound rose from his throat as viscous bloody froth mixed with chunks of viscera gushed endlessly from the corners of his mouth.
That palm, wreathed in violent force and gleaming with the grayish-white luster of earth and stone, struck like a red-hot branding iron, sinking deep into his undefended chest!
Chapter 46