Become My Disciple!

Tyrion indifferently responded. "Fuck off."

A mere genetic soldier wasn't worth anything in his eyes anymore.

Wade's expression stiffened, he couldn't believe the cowardly Tyrion dared to speak to him this way. He even doubted his hearing, and wondered if he had heard wrong.

Soon, it dawned on him and Wade's face flushed red from rage. "You motherfuck-"

"QUIET!"

An indifferent aged voice resounded as an immense pressure descended on everyone in the Archive.

Tyrion's body stiffened as he felt the pressure around him and Wade was even more drastic.

It was as though the pressure of an entire mountain weighing down in them.

Tyrion exerted his core strength, negating the pressure but Wade's body trembled and in just one minute, he was sweating profusely. Meanwhile, Tyrion remained calm and indifferent, standing with his hands in his pocket.