Whoosh… The Harken’s Yin energy erupted, and so did another equally violent source of Yin energy. At once, both sources of energy clashed mightily in the air. Peter the Great interlocked his fingers and leaned back into his seat. His voice was soft, yet his attitude remained hard, “Don’t be so excited, Duke Harken, since you’ve already agreed to the terms of our proposal, what difference does it make if you spend an additional day here?”

BOOM!

As he spoke, the Harken slammed its paw onto the table, shattering it at once. The walls on all sides echoed with agonized wails due to the violent impact of Yin energy, so much so that cracks even began to appear slowly on the sides. The Harken sneered and stared at Peter the Great, “Our agreement is one thing, but doesn’t this reveal your distrust for us? This is the first time someone’s ever had the gall to imprison us Emissaries of Hell!”

“Don’t put it so bluntly.” Peter the great continued to downplay his actions. He finally got up to his feet, and the billowing Yin energy caused his exquisite clothes to flutter as wildly as a dragon. He, too, placed his hands on the table and locked eyes with the Harken, “This is only done to guarantee the safety of our two esteemed guests. After all, with only four hours left until the troops arrive, nobody can say for certain whether there would be any dangers or not.”

“Are you threatening me?” The Harken’s pupils narrowed.

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