C166 The End
Ye Xuan's grip on the Duke of Visions' hand was unyielding, like a vice of steel. No matter how much force the Duke exerted, he couldn't free himself from Ye Xuan's hold.
A look of horror flashed across his eyes as he felt the pressure on his palm intensify, his fist creaking under Ye Xuan's iron grasp. The Duke's face twisted in agony, his eyes bloodshot, breaths coming in ragged gasps