Chapter 1276 - 510: Kingly Ambition (Part 2)

The door of the hall opened with a gesture, responding to a subtle point.

A man dressed in a black robe appeared at the doorway, his entrance unnoticed until now.

He stood there with his hands behind his back, inscrutable and profound.

An aura of dread surrounded him, chilling the very air.

"Heh, Zhang Beixing, I didn’t expect your wariness to be so high."

The newcomer sneered coldly, his tone full of amusement.

"I am Rakshasa, here to challenge you."

"Do you dare to accept?"

As his words fell, the entire hall plunged into silence.

Every eye was fixed on Zhang Beixing.

Anticipating his reaction, awaiting his decision.

Yet, at this moment, the young emperor’s lips curved slightly.

A smile playing at his lips, like an Asura emerging from Hell.

"Rakshasa? Heh, quite an interesting name."

Zhang Beixing rose leisurely from the throne, hands behind his back.

The black robe fluttered behind him, exuding grandeur.

As if he regarded the challenge with utter indifference.

"Alright, then let me see what skills this self-proclaimed ’Rakshasa’ possesses!"

Their gazes met, murderous intent overflowing.

The tension in the air was so thick it nearly froze the atmosphere.

Everyone knew a monumental battle was inevitable.

But which side would the scales of victory tip towards?

No one knew the answer.

Nor dared anyone speculate on the mysterious challenger’s origins.

The only certainty was that Zhang Beixing would not retreat.

For he was destined to reign supreme, unmatched by anyone.

"No matter, the Holy Hall’s space is limited, unsuitable for a fight."

Zhang Beixing said nonchalantly, strolling with ease.

"Why don’t we find another place to settle the score?"

"Heh, as you wish."

Rakshasa sneered coldly, offering no objection.

"As long as I defeat you, it doesn’t matter where."

"Very well, I hope you won’t disappoint me."

Suddenly, Zhang Beixing halted, glancing back.

His gaze sharp and unwavering.

"Everyone, wait here for the good news."

"I shall go and meet this uninvited guest!"

With that, he flicked his sleeve and turned away.

Resolute in departure, exuding a cold demeanor.

Without casting a single glance back at the subjects on the dragon throne.

The crowd’s expressions were complex, words unsaid.

Only able to watch helplessly as that silhouette disappeared into the distance.

Everyone knew Zhang Beixing’s venture would be fraught with danger.

But no one could halt his steps.

For that was his style.

Bold, courageous, and irresistibly domineering.

[Host, there’s something suspicious going on.]

The voice of the Persuasion System echoed once again in his mind.

[The origin of that Rakshasa is likely not that simple.]

[You must remain vigilant, and not take it lightly.]

"Rest assured."

Zhang Beixing’s lips curled slightly, his smile growing deeper.

"Whether he is immortal or a deity, in my eyes, they are nothing but ants."

"I’m curious to see what tricks this Rakshasa can play."

His words fell like a thunderclap.

Foretelling the beginning of a storm of blood.

On the boundless wasteland, the wind howled.

Two silhouettes faced each other from afar.

One standing with his hands behind his back, inscrutable.

The other exuding a cold demeanor, brimming with killing intent.

It was Zhang Beixing and Rakshasa!

"You certainly have great courage, daring to attend alone."

Rakshasa sneered, his eyes filled with scorn.

In his view, how strong could this young king truly be?

Merely a trivial insect, daring to flaunt skills before him.

"The strong do not need attendants to accompany them."

But Zhang Beixing merely smiled faintly, tranquil and carefree.

As if he had never regarded the enemy before him.

"With your strength, do you deserve my full effort?"

His words were full of disdain and contempt.

A blatant provocation.

"Arrogant!"

Rakshasa roared in anger, unable to maintain his composure any longer.

"Boy, do you truly believe you are invincible in the world?!"

"Today, I will show you how foolish it is to oppose a being beyond mortal bounds!"

With that, he suddenly struck.

A black palm wind swept forth.

As if to tear the void asunder, to bury everything.

"Is that all you’ve got?"

Zhang Beixing scoffed, not bothering to dodge.

He merely extended his right hand, casually receiving the earth-shattering blow.

In an instant, heaven and earth shattered.

The terrifying shockwaves erupted from the point of contact between the two.

Within a hundred-mile radius, not a blade of grass survived.

"This... how is this possible?!"

Rakshasa’s pupils shrank, staring in disbelief at the scene before him.

His full-force strike was effortlessly neutralized by the opponent?

It was simply beyond comprehension and imagination.

"I told you, you’re no match for me."

Zhang Beixing said calmly, his tone serene yet filled with a chilling hopelessness.

His five fingers slightly curled, firmly gripping Rakshasa’s right wrist.

Then he suddenly squeezed hard.

Crack!

A crisp sound of bone breaking echoed, making one’s teeth ache.

Immediately followed by a piercing scream that tore through the sky.

"Ahhh——!!!"

Rakshasa retreated repeatedly, clutching his bleeding severed arm.

His expression was hideous, suffering unbearable pain.

"You... you..."

He trembled as he stretched out his left hand, pointing at Zhang Beixing, his gaze filled with fear and disbelief.

"Who I am is not important."

Zhang Beixing spoke coldly, his face expressionless.

"What’s important is that today is your death day."

Before the words were out of his mouth, he suddenly struck.

A dazzling beam of light erupted from his palm.

A golden pillar of light, brilliant to the extreme, shot up to the sky.

Unstoppably, it pierced through Rakshasa’s body.

A deafening explosion resounded across the wasteland.

Rakshasa, just like that, turned to ashes in the golden light.

Not a trace was left behind.

The world fell silent in an instant.

As if mourning the fall of this mighty warrior.

"Master’s skills are truly worthy of our King!"

Alina and Richard arrived just in time and were astounded by what they saw.

The Master’s swift and decisive action, showing no mercy.

"Although Rakshasa’s origins are unknown, to make both the Holy See and the Demon Race bow to him shows his unfathomable strength."

Alina’s beautiful eyes showed a flicker of worry, but even more faith in Zhang Beixing.

"But in front of the Master, he’s nothing but an ant."

"However, why did the Holy See and the Demon Race join forces to send such a master to assassinate the Master?"

Richard pondered for a moment, his brows furrowed.

Unusual occurrences must herald some mishap, there must be something fishy.

"Heh, mere ants, trying to touch my throne?"

Zhang Beixing sneered disdainfully, not taking it seriously.

"Their conspiracies and tricks, I’ll expose them one by one."

"Now then..."

He gazed into the distance, a sharp glint flickering deep in his eyes.

As if he had already seen through everything.

"Since the Holy See and the Demon Race dare to challenge me, they shouldn’t blame me for being ruthless."

"Alina, issue the orders for the whole army to be ready for action!"

"Yes! Your command will be executed!"

The Vampire Princess nodded with determination, accepting the order without hesitation.

"Richard, notify the intelligence department to continue monitoring the movements of the Holy See and the Demon Race."

Zhang Beixing commanded, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

"Yes, Master! I will get on it right away."

The loyal assistant immediately left to carry out the order.

In an instant, the vast wasteland was left with only Zhang Beixing.

The fluttering black robe behind him rustled in the wind, his aura soaring high.

[Host, indeed, it’s an excellent opportunity right now.]

The Persuasion System’s voice echoed timely in his mind.

[However, I must remind you, the Holy See and the Demon Race are not to be underestimated.]

[Especially the Archbishop of the Holy See, and the Prince of the Demon Race.]

[Their strength probably surpasses yours.]

Zhang Beixing’s lips curled slightly, full of confidence.

"To unify the world, I must defeat them one by one."

"Only by completely crushing these obstacles can my hegemony be unstoppable."

"Moreover..."

A hint of amusement flashed in his eyes, his lips curling into a sinister smile.

"With you as a Heaven-Defying Level assistant, what’s impossible?"

The System, upon hearing this, remained silent.

Because it knew that this man was destined to write a legend.

A legend of the Dark Emperor.

...

Within the Dark Sacred Hall, Zhang Beixing sat on the throne.

Listening to his subordinates report on the battles across various regions, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"Master, the Demon Race’s army has already reached the borders and are crazily attacking our frontier cities!"

"The losses are heavy, and the situation is extremely critical!"

"Also, the Holy See seems to be colluding with the Demon Race, intending to carve up our spheres of influence."

"I’m afraid our army won’t be able to hold out much longer..."

The hall was in chaos, everyone on edge.

The situation was changing rapidly, like a boat caught in a storm.

Everyone knew that this battle might be doomed.

But...

"Everyone!"

At this moment, Zhang Beixing suddenly spoke up.