The silver needle struck him squarely between the eyebrows. His face froze in a mask of disbelief, his body instantly turning into a statue. His hands remained suspended in the air, his feet still locked in a retreating stance, yet he never moved again.
In that moment, the world fell into a deathly silence. The onlookers covered their mouths, forcefully suppressing their own breathing. A heartbeat later, the green-robed Old Master collapsed like a falling wall, his life extinguished.
"..."
Chapter 52