In the midst of a ruined mountain, the Lion Kite hovered above, overlooking the man who had tracked him here.
"Come and become my food!"
A mere Eighth Level of Body Refining, he didn't care at all. He was a Demon King of the Golden Lion Race, here for the Saint Son selection trial, aiming to kill a Ninth-layer Martial King powerhouse from the Demon Hunter Organization. This kind of Eighth Level Martial King wouldn't add any points to his score.
As a Peak Demon King, with his Blood Qi and origin intact, even the Holy Sect Saint Son was within his hunting range; his confidence was backed by strength and composure.
He didn't even bother to stand, casually swatting down a giant hand to crush the person who appeared before him.
"Eat this, then go on a hunt. It seems the aura just released was a bit too strong. Very few come here to die!"
The Lion Kite was still pondering these thoughts.
