"A battle of life and death..."
Boss He chuckled softly, speaking indifferently. His disdainful gaze swept over Ye Xuan's body and then dismissively moved away.
"You are not worthy."
Boss He sneered.
"Oh really?"
Ye Xuan smiled coldly, his figure disappearing like a ghost.
"Buzz!"
The air trembled.
When Ye Xuan reappeared, he was already in the VIP section, standing upright in front of Boss He.
Boss He, however, remained unchanged in expression, his demeanor exceptionally cold, sipping a cup of buckwheat tea, the faint aroma wafting, refreshing and pleasant.
Even though Ye Xuan stood in front of him, he did not feel anything.
"Your opponent is me."
At this moment, a booming voice suddenly erupted from the stage.
The person stood on the stage, an icy gaze in his eyes.
On his face, there was a long, intimidating sword scar, making one feel a chill.
"Damn, that guy is the top fighter under Grizzly, Ghost Shadow! His power is said to have reached an unfathomable level."
