The three assassins' minds were reeling. This was impossible. They were all Golden Core realm experts. They are experienced killers who'd survived countless dangerous situations through skill and power. The three of them working together should have been more than capable of handling any single opponent below Nascent Soul realm.
And yet here they were, completely suppressed by a teenager. Not just suppressed—dominated so thoroughly they could barely breathe, let alone fight.
The one caught in that invisible grip was slowly strangling, and his companions couldn't do anything to help him. They couldn't even lift their heads to look Liam in the eye, their necks bowing under the weight of his presence as if facing an emperor rather than an enemy.
Liam waited several seconds for an answer that didn't come. His patience, already thin after seeing what they'd done to Master Han, ran out completely.
He tightened his telekinetic grip around the captured assassin's throat.
