C26 The Lord of the City of Fighters Request

Leh Feng's slender body stood upright on the stage. The bright light in his eyes rippled and turned into countless layers of spiritual pressure, akin to a peerless god's pupil, causing people to shiver.

The ghost mask was like an envoy from hell, its malevolent face had ripples of coldness that caused one's heart to palpitate, in an instant, it caused the entire dojo to become cold and gloomy