General Wang lifted his head, staring at the demon god phantom that pierced through the heavens.
The demon god phantom also lowered its head, expressionless, its eyes coldly fixed on him.
That gaze—pure disdain, the gaze of the strong toward the weak, of a master toward his servant, of an emperor toward his subordinate.
If it were only contempt in the eyes, it might not be so unbearable.
But this was terror born deep within his bloodline.
This was absolute suppression through the hierarchy of bloodlines.
Every vein, every drop of blood, seemed to freeze at this moment.
And it wasn't just General Wang who felt this way.
Everyone present felt it too!
Even Qi Wu and Qi Chuan, the two Princes—especially them!
How could this be possible?
They were the Kirin Clan!
The number one of the Four Great Beast Clans on the Demon Beast Continent!
They'd seen others whose bloodline level was equal, but someone who could exert such absolute suppression—they'd never met one until now!
