The town lord did not expect to be treated this way. Ignoring Aldrian's words, he tried to attack Aldrian.
"Bastard!" he roared.
His aura at middle emperor stage flared as he unleashed his palm technique. His palm exuded scorching flames that caused the room temperature to spike instantly, burning the surrounding furniture.
His target was Aldrian's face.
The town lord thought it would be a direct hit given how close they were. Moreover, both of Aldrian's hands were occupied. One was grabbing his head, while the other held a cup of tea.
But before his palm could touch Aldrian's face, it abruptly stopped. It was as if something was holding his wrist.
At that moment, Aldrian was using his spatial manipulation to grab the town lord's wrist.
The town lord kept pushing his palm, gritting his teeth, but it did not move even an inch. Seeing that Aldrian showed no disturbance despite the chaos only made the town lord more furious.
