Zhang Beixing looked down coldly at the kneeling Son of the Demon God, a playful smile playing on his lips.
"Mere ant, you dare act arrogant before me?"
His tone was scornful, his eyes filled with disdain and pride.
As if the once fearsome existence before him was merely fish on a chopping board.
At his mercy.
"Speak quickly, what is your purpose? How dare you trespass on my territory?"
Zhang Beixing stepped forward, exuding a kingly aura that dominated the world.
Each step seemed to trample on the Son of the Demon God's dignity.
"I... I really don't know..."
The skeleton trembled, speaking incoherently.
The pain brought by the Soul Devouring Power almost destroyed his consciousness.
He never imagined that a legitimate descendant of the Demon God would fall to this extent.
"Hmph, stop pretending."
Zhang Beixing snorted coldly, raising his right hand slightly.
Another sharp aura assaulted the Son of the Demon God.
