The Head Clan used her majestic gaze to look towards Miguel and the others, and finally, her gaze fixed on Miguel.
Suddenly, her beautiful eyes emitted a cold light, and she tried to impose a suppressing atmosphere on Miguel.
Miguel could feel the grasses on the ground underneath him, he felt like his legs were stuck to the ground due to this pressure.
But different to the Head Clan's expectations...
The corner of Miguel's mouth lightly curved, revealing an indescribable smile, while he generated his own imposing aura. As the immense pressure fought each other, the bluffing and domineering body language, Miguel had honed through his entire life circulated all over his body.
Chin up, shoulders relaxed but composed. opened feet—leveled but not too wide.
Without the slightest bit of weakness, looking ever so calm and confident, he looked face to face against the Clan Head.
