Chapter 170 Old-World Combat vs. Yoga

• “Balan, kill him for me!” Chelson jabbed a finger at Lewis Snow and barked the order.
• Balan’s aura flipped in an instant—from sultry and stunning to razor-sharp, cold, aloof, relentless, like a sovereign standing above a sea of faces, ready to crush all defiance beneath her heel.
• Seeing that shift, Lewis felt battle-lust light up in him. His fingers itched. A worthy opponent—finally. He couldn’t help the surge. Every inch of him, down to every pore, buzzed with excitement.