Braydon Neal needed no reason to end its life.
Dark clouds gathered, and thunder echoed through the air.
A force akin to a lightning pillar crashed down.
Raising his left hand, Braydon caught the descending lightning pillar on his palm, holding a thousand-meter-long bolt that made him appear god-like.
Just as Braydon prepared to unleash his lethal move, a distant roar shattered the silence.
Another lion?
This one carried the pressure of a ninth-level fierce beast.
Seemingly, the silver-maned lion had a powerful family and expert backing.
"Why do you hunt spirit beasts?" A distant, ethereal voice questioned gently. "As a noble descendant of a god, why do you engage in this?
"Gods govern the mortal world; all living beings are equal. Transcending the mortal realm, all living beings worship the gods!"
A girl in a white dress, veiled with eyes like autumn water, walked barefoot in the sky.
