2074 Hand her over and the battle will cease. Refus and blood will purge the grounds.

The man was akin to an eternally frozen glacier, and his indescribable aura sent people shaking with fear.

Asura's reputation rang far and wide as one of Prison's three core factions, and everyone had heard of Lord Asura. However, the demonic Lord Asura today, who looked like he had just climbed out the deepest pits of hell, was a rare sight.

Although Asura was extremely notorious and was categorized as the same type of group as the Fearless Alliance, they were different from the Fearless Alliance and rarely stirred up trouble.

"I will say it again."

A penetratingly cold voice without a tinge of human emotion emitted from the man's lips.

Patriarch Nie coldly looked at Si Yehan and snorted. "Lord Asura, I have to agree that you're indeed very powerful in the Independent State… but I'm afraid you've mistaken something."

"Oh?" Si Yehan's apathetic gaze landed on Patriarch Nie. "For example?"