The king of the Andro Kingdom was faced with utter humiliation. There was nothing more disrespectful for a king than when his throne was used by someone else, especially in a leisure manner.
King Loewe tried to regain his composure against the youth that brazenly took his throne but the aura the former was permeating from within seemed to had no effect on the latter. Not even a hint of faze appeared on the youth's face.
(His cultivation has not touched the Godhood Realm yet, but the power he had shown was more promising than one) thought the king. He had seen young geniuses but not like the one in front of him.
(Lend me your body now!) said the entity inside of the king. The latter didn't even have time to refute before his gaze changed. His figure turned composed as he put his hands behind his back, however, Lyon noticed the cold sweat that was slowly producing on his forehead.
"Who are you?" asked 'King Loewe'.
