Zhang Jian's gaze once again fell upon the Cyan Lion before him, and with just a glance, he felt a bit astonished.
"It does look quite impressive!"
Zhang Jian secretly praised in his heart.
Under his vast Yin Spirit Divine Sense, this Golden Core Realm Great Demon had nowhere to hide.
It was a majestic cyan-maned lion, its fur sleek and shiny, enveloped in a dense and pure Demon Qi, hinting at some exotic lineage.
The bloodline within its body carried an ancient and distant aura of the Barbaric Region.
Perhaps its bloodline was relatively pure.
Feeling somewhat uneasy under Zhang Jian's gaze, the Cyan Lion couldn't help but feel a heaviness in its heart, speaking in a deep voice.
"Where does your esteemed self, a high master, come from, and why do you interfere in the private matters between this king and the Fox Race?"
He had already seen the many minions slain below.
His heart sank to the bottom, yet at this moment he became rather resolute.
