By the window of the restaurant sat a black-robed young man. His skin was very fair, and he had an air of superiority and femininity around him. 

He was definitely the son of a wealthy family. Beside him stood two young and graceful maidservants serving him food and wine.  

He was the one who said that he could kill Demon God Lin as easily as slaughtering a chicken. 

“Friend, that’s too exaggerated. No matter what, Demon God Lin managed to kill Old Monster Mo Xi, a Life Death Stage King, so he can’t be an ordinary person,” someone disagreed.

The black-robed man sneered, “That’s because you don’t know what strong is. Also, although Old Monster Mo Xi is a king, he is a quasi-king because he has only been at the king stage for ten years. He can be called the weakest Life Death Stage King, so it’s not that surprising that he was killed.” He spoke very leisurely and his voice reeked of arrogance. 

Many people looked at him with disgust. “He is still a king. Even if he was the weakest king, not anyone can judge his strength. Moreover, if Demon God Lin was around, would you dare to...