God King Qilin?!
A storm of shock surged through Xia Ming's heart.
He had long suspected that the source of the Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff's bloodline was at least a God King-level existence.
But he had never imagined that its origin was actually a Qilin!
In ancient legends, the Qilin Clan was a divine beast race standing alongside dragons and phoenixes.
Of course, within Douluo Continent's worldview, the Dragon Clan stood above the other two races.
But no matter what, as the progenitor of the Qilin Clan, the God King Qilin had to be at least a Peak God King. Otherwise, how could he contend with the other two races?
And now, such a God King had actually left behind a remnant soul on Douluo Continent?
If his God Position still remained...
Xia Ming's Adam's apple bobbed, his breathing uncontrollably quickening.
This was not merely a path to godhood, but a clear road leading straight to God Kinghood!
After becoming a god, he would at least no longer need to fear Tang San.
Just as his heart surged with excitement, the God King Qilin spoke again:
"Child, are you willing to inherit my God Position?"
Xia Ming's pupils contracted slightly, and he nearly blurted out, "Of course I am!"
"Don't be hasty." The God King Qilin shook his head slightly, a complicated trace of emotion flashing through his eyes.
"My God Position is not an easy road. You should first hear the conditions before making your decision."
Xia Ming took a deep breath, suppressing the boiling bloodline within him, and nodded solemnly. "Please enlighten me, Ancestor."
"First, there is a requirement if you wish to inherit my God Position. I want you to kill the Dragon God."
"Though he has concealed his aura, giving people the illusion that he is already