Chapter 1209 - 479: True Dragon Son of Heaven Displays Might (Part 2)

So vulnerable... incapable of withstanding a single blow!

"Hongjun, let the enmity between us end here."

Zhang Beixing spoke indifferently, not bothering to pay attention to Hongjun.

He stood with his hands behind his back, turned to Alina, and instructed:

"Transmit my command, ordering you to lead the three armies to continue sweeping the remnants of the Demon Race."

"In the shortest possible time, eliminate these vile creatures, root and branch!"

"If any dare to resist desperately..."

He slightly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a hint of coldness.

"Kill without mercy!"

"As you command, my lord!"

Alina responded to the order with vigor and determination.

With such a wise and brilliant lord, what is there to worry about?

"I shall proceed immediately, determined to uproot the Demon Race!"

With those words, she led the soldiers towards the battlefield.

Swearing to clear all obstacles for her lord!

And Zhang Beixing, leisurely left.

Walking through the air, his figure agile.

Rushing towards the distant horizon.

As if, in this world, no one could stop his brilliance.

Meanwhile, in the distant Zhongzhou Imperial Palace.

Richard was pacing anxiously, a face full of worry.

"Is there still no news of my lord?"

He looked at the guard beside him, his tone urgent.

"It has been several months since he set out for the East Sea."

"Completely without news, not knowing if it is fortune or misfortune..."

"Please rest assured, lord, the master possesses great divine skills and will surely return triumphantly."

The guard hastily comforted, his tone respectful.

"Moreover, now the world is settled, the Demon Race is weak."

"With the master in command, what cannot be achieved?"

Richard sighed deeply at the words.

"Alas, let us hope so."

He muttered to himself, his eyebrows furrowed tightly.

Although he understood the master’s immense strength, thinking of the dangers of war.

He could not help but feel uneasy in his heart.

After all... who can predict the various variables in this chaotic world?

Just as Richard was deeply worried, a rapid footsteps suddenly sounded outside the hall.

"Lord Richard! Something terrible has happened!"

The incoming person was panting, a face full of fear.

"Reporting to the lord, the Southwest Three Provinces have erupted in war again!"

"Bandits run rampant, the government army is retreating repeatedly..."

"If this matter is not quelled soon, I’m afraid..."

Before the words fell, Richard’s face changed dramatically.

"What?! Bandit disturbances, and the government army cannot quell them?"

He turned livid with rage, slamming the table.

"Come, immediately order the three armies to set out swiftly!"

"We must uproot those ruffians to calm the people’s hearts!"

"Yes, my lord!"

The person took the order and hurriedly retreated.

While Richard, his eyes were red with fury.

A blazing anger burned fiercely in his chest.

"Bastards, daring to openly challenge under the master’s rule!"

"Utterly ignorant of life and death, seeking their own demise!"

He secretly vowed to personally cut down those stubborn bandits.

To honor the master’s prestige!

Yet Richard had no idea.

This was merely the tip of the iceberg.

A greater storm was brewing...

...

Meanwhile, beyond the Nine Provinces, deep in the Demon Realm.

Countless demons were gathering in a pitch-black palace.

Leading them was another monarch of the Demon Race.

King Asura!

Sitting on the throne, surrounded by demonic qi.

His eyes, blood-red like a torch.

"Hongjun captured, Shaluo perished..."

"A mere Human Race youngster, daring to be so rampant!"

"Utterly outrageous, unforgivable!"

King Asura slapped the throne, changing his color in anger.

His words were filled with murderous intent.

"My beloved ministers, for the dignity of the Demon Race, we cannot let that brat go!"

"Indeed! A Human Race youngster, daring to humiliate our race like this!"

"This enmity must be avenged, or we are not human!"

"Wise king, we are willing to die for the king!"

For a moment, emotions ran high.

The demon lords clenched their teeth, their eyes filled with ferocity.

Longing to rush out immediately to tear that brat apart!

"Good, since you are all so indignant..."

King Asura let out a cold laugh, slowly stood up.

He stood with hands behind his back, showing contempt for all.

"Then this battle, let us fight it out well!"

"We must let that brat know the terror of our Demon Race!"

With those words, King Asura suddenly raised his hand.

With a wave of his sleeve, the world changed color.

Countless black clouds surged, thunder roared and lightning flashed.

Brewing a storm that would sweep the world!

...

Zhongzhou Imperial Palace, Richard’s sleeping quarters.

A figure was hurriedly approaching.

"Lord Richard, something terrible has happened!"

The person arrived, flustered, not daring to take a breath.

"The rebellion in the Southwest Three Provinces is actually backed by the Demon Race!"

"Our military soldiers are suffering heavy casualties..."

"If this continues, I’m afraid Great Zhou will be ravaged, desolate and battered!"

Hearing such ominous news, Richard’s face turned ashen.

"Damn it! The Demon Race must be eliminated for peace in the world!"

He slapped the table, furiously.

"Come, immediately dispatch scouts to search everywhere for the master’s whereabouts!"

"This matter must be reported to the master, asking him to rush back to aid!"

"Lord Richard... in my humble opinion..."

The guard hesitated repeatedly, still ventured to advise.

"The master’s current expedition, with no known direction."

"If we act rashly, we might alert the enemy..."

"Moreover, now the enemy is strong and we are weak..."

"If anything happens to the master, how can Great Zhou cope..."

Upon hearing these words, Richard’s pupils shrank.

His heart trembled, cold sweat pouring down.

Indeed, the master possesses vast divine skills, but ultimately he is only one person.

If he truly encounters an accident, how can the people of Great Zhou continue?

Thinking of this, Richard’s head ached fiercely.

In a moment, he was caught in a dilemma.

"My lord, I have a plan."

Just then, a voice sounded.

It was a strategist who appeared like a brain trust.

"Why don’t we temporarily stand down the troops and firmly defend Zhongzhou."