His wrist turned slightly, the bones crackling, clearly having just been in a fight, and his warm-up completed.
An enchanting face, with a faint light shining from the side, diffusing a glaze-like glow, which only made him appear more terrifying.
Like an Asura walking out of hell, who could easily take a life.
A mere glance could render one speechless with fear.
His noble presence, with each step forward, exuded a silent aura.
The bodyguards of the Selter family caught up from behind, but no one dared to lean forward rashly, all stopping dozens of meters away.
"Where is Duke?"
Diwu Zexuan's evil eyes narrowed, reflecting a trace of bloodthirsty light.
Not waiting for the butler to speak evasively, he took a step forward, reached out, and grabbed his throat, lifting him up.
