Chapter 1234 - 491: Subjugating the Demon King

Zhang Beixing let out a cold laugh, his eyes revealing a chilling confidence.

He disdainfully scanned the defeated remnants on the battlefield, as if everything was within his control.

"Hongjun, you think such petty tricks can stump me?"

"How utterly ridiculous!"

He stood with hands behind his back, emitting an awe-inspiring killing aura.

Golden light converged behind him, transforming into a pair of enormous Angel’s Wings.

Holy and majestic, inducing an involuntary sense of awe.

"Come, let me see what other tricks you can play!"

Zhang Beixing suddenly raised a finger, countless rays of golden light cascading forth.

Wherever they passed, the dark mass of the Demon Race army was instantly obliterated.

Reduced to ashes, leaving no trace.

The earth-shaking power left everyone dumbstruck.

"This... how is this possible..."

Hongjun’s expression drastically changed, eyes widening in disbelief.

He never expected that a mere junior could so easily break his lethal move!

This Zhang Beixing, isn’t he too much of a demon?

He has surpassed the realm of humans, akin to a Celestial God descending!

But he quickly calmed down, letting out a sinister laugh.

"Heh heh, not bad, you have some skills."

"But, do you think this is enough?"

With that, Hongjun leaped high, his form twisting bizarrely.

In the next second, dozens of Hongjun’s illusions suddenly appeared all over the battlefield.

Each one had a hideous face, emitting a terrifying aura.

"The Myriad Demons Illusion Technique, can you withstand it?"

All the Hongjuns laughed wildly in unison, their voices echoing through the heavens and earth.

Like the howl of vengeful ghosts, it sent chills down one’s spine.

"Such a petty act, you dare flaunt it?"

Zhang Beixing merely snorted disdainfully, not bothering to give him a glance.

With fingers slightly spread, a golden illusion of a sun appeared in his palm.

It was the manifestation of the Heavenly Dao Laws, containing immense Divine Skills.

In an instant, countless rays of golden light shot forth.

All the illusions were completely obliterated.

Even the original Hongjun was injured by the aftermath, repeatedly coughing up blood.

"Zhang... Zhang Beixing..."

He gnashed his teeth, eyes burning with raging anger.

A mere junior had beaten him into such a sorry state.

How could he swallow this humiliation?

"Hongjun, admit defeat."

Zhang Beixing looked down from above at the old man kneeling on the ground.

"Today I could have killed you, but considering your old age, I’ll spare your life for now."

His voice was cold and heartless, without a trace of warmth.

"You... you... this isn’t over between us!"

Hongjun gnashed his teeth, eyes filled with venomous hatred.

But facing Zhang Beixing’s domineering aura, he eventually retreated.

He fled in disgrace, not daring to look back.

"Hahaha, the Demon Race King, is just so!"

Zhang Beixing laughed heartily, flaunting his power.

The overwhelming aura that had just dominated the world hadn’t diminished in the slightest.

The demons were all shocked and terrified.

All knelt and begged for mercy, not daring to raise their heads.

Fearing that this fearsome deity, displeased, might take their lives.

"Get out, my time is not to be wasted on the likes of you."

Zhang Beixing coldly glanced at the demons and walked away with long strides.

Upon returning to the Capital City Imperial Palace, the ministers had long awaited outside the hall.

"Long live His Majesty, His Majesty is mighty!"

The ministers shouted in unison, their morale soaring.

Zhang Beixing strolled with hands behind his back, sitting on the dragon throne.

He looked around, finally fixing his gaze on Richard, who appeared anxious.

"Where is Alina?" he asked calmly, seemingly unfazed by the recent battle.

"Your... Your Majesty, I have failed to protect General Alina..."

Richard knelt on the ground, tears streaming down like rain.

The grief in his heart nearly suffocated him.

"I see."

Zhang Beixing nodded lightly, his gaze deep and inscrutable.

"You may withdraw, we will discuss your failures later."

Richard retreated trembling, the bloodstains on him were alarming.

The ministers exchanged glances, unsure what their Master intended.

At that moment, Zhang Beixing suddenly raised a finger into the void behind him.

"Come out, no need to hide anymore."

As the words fell, a graceful figure stepped out slowly.

Silver Armor and Crimson Robe, striking and valiant.

It was none other than the "sacrificed" Alina!

"Greetings, Your Majesty!"

She knelt on one knee, expression solemn.

As if the previous life-and-death struggle was just a game.

"What?!"

The ministers were all astonished, unable to believe their eyes.

What on earth is happening?

"Heh, you all underestimate me."

Zhang Beixing let out a cold laugh, explaining calmly.

"That so-called Alina was merely a puppet I conjured with my mind."

"The real Alina has been safe and sound here all along."

His words were calm yet carried an irrefutable authority.

"As for Hongjun, he was just a pawn."

"How could I be manipulated by a mere demon race?"

These words were firm and resolute.

Immediately commanding respect and awe from the entire court of civil and military officials.

"His Majesty’s strategies are brilliant, I am in admiration!"

The ministers all bowed, nearly touching their heads to the ground.

Their awe for this unparalleled monarch exceeded even that of the past.

[Host, your actions this time were flawless.]

The voice of the Persuasion System suddenly rang out, showing much satisfaction.

[Even I couldn’t spot any flaws, no wonder Hongjun fell into the trap.]

[You truly are a prodigious talent, adept at strategy.]

The system sincerely praised, elevating Zhang Beixing to great heights.

"Hahahaha—"

Zhang Beixing laughed up at the sky once more, full of pride and satisfaction.