Golden Saint Lion Bloodline

Qingfeng Li flicked his right index and middle fingers forward, sending out a plume of Golden Flames. With the grace of a dancing butterfly, but the speed of lightning, the flames drew an arc in the air and flew toward the Golden Lion Demon Monarch.

At this, the Demon Monarch's expression changed. His own Soul Power was formidable, and so he naturally felt the terrifying heat contained within the golden flame. He knew that this was a saint-level flame and that no matter how tough his body was, it could not withstand such a thing. 

The Golden Lion Demon Monarch channeled his demon essence and, kicking off the ground with his right foot, he took to the air. He was trying to escape into the Void. However, the golden flame was far too quick. Like a flash of lightning, it shot into the Demon Monarch's leg in an instant.