Humiliation
Abruptly, Nie Yang pulled back, shaken by the unsettling vision. "Illusions," he muttered under his breath, though the threat still lingered in his mind. "Do you think I won't kill you right here?" he growled, his voice filled with menace.
"You're smarter than your coward brother," Yan Jin replied coolly. "You won't do anything rash that could destroy all the years of work you've put into the tower."
Nie Yang's eyes narrowed. Yan Jin's unwavering calm was more provoking than any insult. In a flash, Nie Yang's aura shifted—vicious and deadly—and his hand shot out, gripping Yan Jin by the throat, lifting him effortlessly into the air.
"I may not be as despicable as Nie Li," Nie Yang sneered, tightening his grip, "but I am just as vicious. So tell me, will you give me what I want, or do I have to squeeze it out of you?"