"Elder Vance, you..." Grand Duke Rexham's face was grim as he stared intently at the grey-robed elder, his eyes filled with deep gravity. Clearly, he had never expected Vance, that old fox, to personally take action and appear here. Although Rexham was reputed to be the third strongest in the Ashford Family—below only the legendary Prince and Elders Nemosin and Vance—he was well aware of the gap between himself and the other two.
So now, with Vance standing before him, blocking his way, he dared not make another move.
"Stay put, or don't blame me for taking action against you!" Elder Vance spoke, his tone calm yet chilling.
Grand Duke Rexham's expression turned cold. "Elder Vance, you had better remember that I, Rexham, am not your subordinate!" Even if he wasn't as strong as Vance, he still had his dignity. How could he not be enraged by such a warning?
Hearing this, Elder Vance simply retorted, his voice hoarse and cold, "Then try me."
