James locked his gaze on Lucifer.

Lucifer was too unusual. He was the son of the Demon Emperor. He was the sole descendant of the Demon Emperor. With such an identity, he would always be a blasphemous presence, no matter where he was.

“I saved you, and you want to kill me?” questioned James.

“No.”

Lucifer’s expression was calm. He said, “I never gave the order to kill you. The ones who want to kill you are the other members of my race, because the token in your hands belongs to the Azurean C