Chapter 1278 - 511: The Holy See’s Annihilation (Part 2)

"Armies? Guards?"

Zhang Beixing’s lips curled into a faint, disdainful smile.

"Just those small fries, trying to block my path?"

"How naive, Katherine."

After speaking, he strolled leisurely, exuding calm poise.

Although deep in enemy territory, he remained composed and calm.

As if the people before him were utterly insignificant.

"You... what exactly do you want?"

Katherine, holding onto her final shred of stubbornness, questioned him.

Although she had already vaguely guessed the answer.

"It’s very simple."

Zhang Beixing halted his steps, turning back with a cold laugh.

"I’m here to destroy you all."

"From today onwards, the Sacred Holy See will be a joke."

Boom!

A deafening explosion suddenly erupted.

Accompanied by miserable screams and the sound of bodies being shattered.

Blood spread across the ground.

Yet Zhang Beixing remained standing.

Unmoved, with an extraordinary demeanor.

It was as if all this killing had nothing to do with him.

"Now, it’s your turn."

He stood leisurely, his gaze falling upon Katherine.

A cruel smile curled at his lips.

It was the expression of a Hunter targeting prey.

"No... please don’t kill me..."

Katherine collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down her face.

The arrogance she once held vanished.

Replaced by profound fear.

"I can... serve you..."

"I have money, I have connections..."

"As long as you spare my life, I’m willing to do anything..."

She pleaded incessantly, tearfully.

Rather swallow her pride than face death.

"Hah, do you think I care about these external things?"

Zhang Beixing sneered continuously, utterly disdainful.

"You should have realized this when you clashed with me."

"It’s too late to beg for mercy now."

Zhang Beixing coldly looked at Katherine, who was kneeling and sobbing, his lips curling into a cruel smile.

He strolled forward slowly, each step seemingly trampled upon her dignity.

"Didn’t your Holy See always champion justice?"

"Laughable, so-called justice is just a wolf in sheep’s clothing."

Zhang Beixing looked down at Katherine, his gaze cold and grim.

"You colluded with the Demon Race, secretly sent assassins to kill me."

"Is this your so-called righteousness? Is this your nobility?"

His voice grew increasingly cold, each word as piercing as ice.

"When has Zhang Beixing ever feared anyone?"

"Merely the Holy See, daring to be arrogant before me?"

"Today, let me face you hypocrites and see who truly is the ruler of this era!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Beixing suddenly raised his finger.

Whoosh!

A dazzling beam of light instantly pierced through Katherine’s body.

Blood splattered as she let out a piercing scream.

The whole person crumpled to the ground like a puppet with cut strings.

"Ah—!!!"

Katherine curled up in pain, her expression contorted.

This strike clearly inflicted heavy damage on her.

"Master Bishop!"

Upon seeing this, the divine personnel in the hall cried out in shock.

Some were even so frightened their legs gave out, unable to stand.

"Someone! Come quickly! His Excellency the Bishop has been assassinated!"

In an instant, the hall was thrown into chaos.

Horses and people overturned, screams incessant.

However, amidst this chaos, Zhang Beixing remained a cold observer.

Detached, as if none of it concerned him.

"With this little capability, daring to challenge me?"

He laughed coldly, filled with disdain.

"The Holy See’s uselessness, nothing more."

After speaking, he waved his hand, a terrifying power surged out.

All divine personnel who dared to charge forward were instantly swept away.

Crashing heavily to the ground, dazed and dumbfounded.

No one dared to resist.

Just then, Zhang Beixing suddenly frowned.

Something seemed to catch his attention.

"This aura..."

His expression tightened, eyes sharp as electricity.

The next moment, a thunderous explosion came from outside the hall.

Boom!

When suddenly, a purple-robed elder came stepping through the air.

His hair and beard were white, expression stern.

Encircled by strange currents, faintly infused with thunderbolt force.

"Demon Race Elder, Thunderbolt?"

Zhang Beixing’s eyes lit up, lips curling slightly.

"Who would have thought, the esteemed Demon Race Elder, you would wade into these murky waters."

"Ha, it’s merely because I see your Holy See’s incompetence, that’s why I took action."

Thunderbolt snorted coldly, standing proudly.

Not putting Zhang Beixing in his eyes at all.

"Boy, though you’re quite capable, you’re also too arrogant."

"Do you know how severe the consequences will be for offending both the Demon Race and the Holy See?"

"Oh really? Then I’d like to see what you can do to me!"

Zhang Beixing sneered repeatedly, his aura surging suddenly.

The entire hall was enveloped by his pressure.

"Thunderbolt, today I will show you what it means that there’s always someone better and heights even greater!"

With that said, he suddenly leaped up.

Clasped his hands together, chanting a Divine Spell.

In the next moment, the Angel’s Wing behind him spread open abruptly.

Dazzling golden light instantly flooded the entire space.

"What? This... This is..."

Thunderbolt’s pupils contracted, horrified and changing color.

He had lived for over a thousand years, when had he ever witnessed such a spectacle?

A mere youngster could erupt with such terrifying power?

This had completely exceeded his understanding!

"See clearly, this is my true power!"

Zhang Beixing stood high above, overlooking all beings.

The skies dimmed in comparison, the sun and moon retreated in humility.

He slowly raised his hand, fingers curled like hooks.

Swish!

Several golden chains whizzed out.

Instantly, they tightly bound Thunderbolt, immobilizing him.

"Insolent! How dare you?!"

Thunderbolt flew into a rage, struggling desperately.

However, those chains seemed to grow into his bones and flesh.

The more he resisted, the stronger the binding became.

"Thunderbolt, you’re too naive."

Zhang Beixing spoke coldly, his tone calm yet filled with a despair-inducing chill.

"You think, relying on a mere Demon Race, you can contend with me?"

"Utterly ridiculous!"

Before the words were finished, Zhang Beixing suddenly clenched his fist.

The crisp sound of breaking bones echoed once more.

Thunderbolt’s limbs instantly twisted and deformed.

He let out a miserable scream, unable to bear the pain.

At this moment, the esteemed Demon Race Elder, had fallen to such a state.

Face disgraced, with no shred of dignity left.

"Stop, don’t..."

Katherine on the side moaned weakly.

Seeing her ally meet such a fate, her heart felt like it was being sliced.

But at this moment, what power did she have to oppose Zhang Beixing, this terrifying figure?

"You... you are all monsters..."

Katherine closed her eyes in despair, unwilling to witness anything before her.

"Monsters? Ha, say what you will."

Zhang Beixing’s face was expressionless, his tone icy to the core.

Before absolute power, everything else was just a joke.

"Alina, Richard."

He turned, summoning his most trusted aides.

"Yes, Master!"

The two responded in unison, kneeling on one knee.

Their eyes were filled with loyalty and awe.

"Sweep away the remnants of the Holy See and Demon Race."

"Leave none alive, kill without mercy!"

Zhang Beixing’s eyes were sharp, issuing the final command.

Alina and Richard accepted the order and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"As for you two..."

Zhang Beixing turned back, looking coldly at Katherine and Thunderbolt.

"I originally intended to give you a swift end."

"But I’ve changed my mind."

His mouth curved up, a sinister smile appearing.

"I want you to witness the moment the Holy See and Demon Race are annihilated."

"Then, torn to pieces, I want you to wish you were dead."

With that, he swung his sleeve.

Snap!

A palm like a thunderbolt struck heavily upon them.

In an instant, the two flew like broken kites, crashing toward the distance.

They struck the wall heavily, unable to resist any further.

Bloodied and on the brink of death.

"Why... why is this happening..."

Katherine collapsed to the ground, disoriented.

The once proud Church Saintess had now fallen to such a state.

And that man whom they once saw as the greatest threat, now loomed as the victor, overlooking her downfall.

"Master’s divine might, undefeated in the world!"

Outside the hall, thunderous cheers echoed.

The army of the Dark Sacred Hall was sweeping across, unstoppable.

Where they passed, corpses littered, rivers of blood flowed.

The coalition forces of the Holy See and Demon Race crumbled like a collapsing wall.

Retreating step by step, with no power to fight back.

[Host, well done!]

The voice of the Persuasion System rang once more in Zhang Beixing’s mind.