Chapter 1280 - 512: Darknight Race Submits, Zhang Beixing Unifies the Eight Desolates (Part 2)

Wisdom, charm, appeal... all are indispensable.

Especially this group of confidants around him, they are his greatest reliance.

[Host, you are not who you used to be, don’t become complacent.]

The Persuasion System’s deep voice echoed again, earnest and heartfelt.

[Although Lord Rakshasa was defeated by you, the forces behind him are far from ordinary.]

[Your future adversaries will only grow stronger.]

[Don’t let your present victory make you lose your head.]

Zhang Beixing pondered for a moment and slowly nodded.

"Thank you for the reminder, System. I will never be arrogant nor slack off."

"Rakshasa is indeed no simple figure. I always feel that things aren’t that simple."

A few traces of gravity flashed between his brows, but were soon replaced by determination.

"However, when have I, Zhang Beixing, ever regarded any enemy seriously?"

"No matter how strong the opponent, they will not be able to stop my path!"

"I want to become the true ruler of this land, unify the Eight Desolates, and subdue the Nine Provinces!"

His tone was forceful and emphatic.

Even the firmament seemed to be looking sideways, and all mountains and rivers bowed.

It is precisely this commanding and overbearing aura that has forged his current glory.

Within the Demon Race’s Imperial Palace, dark and eerie.

A tall man sat on the throne, exuding a chilling aura.

Suddenly, a Demon Race soldier rushed in panic-stricken, crawling to his knees.

"Bad news, king! Our military force in the Human Realm was completely annihilated!"

"Not only captured by Zhang Beixing, but even Lord Rakshasa has perished!"

"Scoundrels!!!"

The Demon King raged thunderously, his roar reverberating through the palace.

"That mere human dares to challenge the dignity of my Demon Race? They truly know not when to die!"

"Send someone, immediately give orders, I will personally lead the army into the Human Realm!"

"I must tear Zhang Beixing apart to avenge Lord Rakshasa!"

The subordinate accepted the command and hurriedly retreated, leaving the hall in dead silence once more.

The Demon King kept a gloomy face, with a cunning glint flashing in his eyes.

"Zhang Beixing, oh Zhang Beixing, your strength seems stronger than I imagined... not simple."

"But do you think defeating Rakshasa is the extent of your power?"

"So naive!"

"I will see how long you can remain so arrogant!"

Outside the window, endless darkness spread far and wide.

As if foretelling of an even fiercer storm about to arrive.

Meanwhile, in the Divine Race’s Divine Realm.

An old man with a head of white hair suddenly opened his eyes while seated on the throne.

Below, numerous soldiers clad in golden armor, as handsome as Celestial Gods, stared in shock at the figure.

They had never seen the typically aloof Ancestral God express such grave feelings.

"The situation in The Great Six seems to have some variables."

The ancient voice echoed in the hall, deep and ethereal.

"That human named Zhang Beixing unexpectedly crushed the Holy See and Demon Race in one stroke..."

"This man is no ordinary being, absolutely extraordinary."

For a moment, the hall erupted in amazement.

A mere human, capable of such ability?

"Should we intervene?"

"Never underestimate the potential of humans. If necessary, I will personally descend once."

The elder slowly rose, enveloped in a holy glow.

"Yet for now, we must watch quietly."

"Let me see, what is Zhang Beixing truly capable of!"

"Understood!"

The soldiers below knelt in unison, their voices resounding through heaven and earth.

An inevitable face-off is on the horizon.

Cosmic hues, sun, moon, and stars.

Who will have the last laugh?

Everything remains uncertain.

Yet one thing is certain.

Zhang Beixing, this budding young hero, will undoubtedly stand out amid the stormy age.

To become a legendary figure, renowned through history!

It was another dark, windy night.

In a brightly lit high-rise, two figures sat silently facing each other.

"I heard, the youngster named Zhang Beixing has been surging lately, huh?"

Speaking was a youthful man with a refined face.

He lazily crossed his legs, speaking with an indifferent tone.

"Indeed. He swept through the Holy See and Demon Race in a short time."

"His ruthless tactics are astounding."

The other was a middle-aged man with a weathered face, who spoke slowly.

His eyes sparkled, seemingly very curious about Zhang Beixing.

"Ha, I want to see how long he can remain so arrogant."

The young man let out a cold laugh, lightly tapping his right hand on the table.

"In this world, there are no eternal powers. When some rise, others fall."

"But this young man really has some skill; even the Holy See and Demon Race can do nothing against him."

"Do you think he might have some unknown card up his sleeve?"

"Who knows? To us, the Darknight Race, everything about humans is an unknown."

The middle-aged man remained noncommittal, his eyes growing increasingly deep.

Just who exactly is this Zhang Beixing?

To warrant such high attention from them?

"In any case, it’s time to make a move."

The young man abruptly stood up, a piercing cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"I will let that kid know the consequences of provoking the Darknight Race!"

"From this day forth, this continent shall belong to the Darknight Race!"

The young man laughed skywards, his laughter ominous and bizarre.

It was as though mercilessly mocking the ignorance and foolishness of humans.

Yet, they all underestimated Zhang Beixing.

A man destined to create miracles.

A presence, born to soar the heavens and overlook all lives!

It was another bright and sunny morning.

Zhang Beixing sat on the throne, looking indifferent.

The war that had just ended further proved Zhang Beixing’s unrivaled strength.

The coalition force of the Holy See and Demon Race crumbled before him like grass.

All were defeated one by one, with corpses scattered far and wide.

"Alina, how long do you think it will take before I can unify the entire Great Six?"

Zhang Beixing’s voice drifted in the air, but it was as if thunder had exploded.

His ambition was revealed to be so vast.

"With the current strength of the Master, it shouldn’t take long..."

As a princess of the vampire clan, Alina had witnessed countless strong individuals.

But the man before her was the most dazzling and eminent existence.

"I merely asked casually, actually... I have confidence in myself."

Zhang Beixing understatedly spoke, his eyes shining brightly.

"With the Persuasion System, what is there that I can’t achieve?"

"Master is absolutely right. With the system’s assistance, you are bound to bravely advance, invincible in all directions!"

Richard eagerly echoed, his worship for the Master beyond words.

"Richard, you are my confidant. In the days to come, I need you to be extra attentive."

Zhang Beixing’s gaze was electrifying, directly meeting Richard’s.

"I need to make a trip to the Darknight Race. There... seems to be something peculiar."

"The Darknight Race?"

Both Richard and Alina were startled.

That was a mysterious clan even the vampires held in respect from a distance.

Just what secret was worth the Master going personally?

"Don’t worry, I have my limits."

Zhang Beixing was confident, a self-assured smile gracing his lips.

"You all just follow the plan and continue expanding my realm of influence."

Alina and Richard agreed in unison, their eyes resolute.

No matter where the Master went, they would follow him to the death.

The night fell, Darknight Race territory.

Zhang Beixing’s figure descended silently like a specter.

All around was an endless expanse of dark woods.

Towering ancient trees, crisscrossing vines, emitting a sinister and eerie aura.

"True to its reputation, the aura of the Darknight Race... is even more bizarre than the vampire clan."

Zhang Beixing squinted slightly, his gaze piercing.

"I wonder whether they can sense my arrival."

Just as the words left his mouth, a burst of cold laughter came from behind.

"Heh heh, a human dares to trespass into the territory of the Darknight Race?"

Turning his head, he saw a man in a black robe who had appeared out of nowhere.

He stood with hands behind his back, his gaze harsh and emitting a chilling aura.

"Are you the clan leader of the Darknight Race?"

Zhang Beixing’s expression remained unchanged, meeting the man’s gaze.

"Indeed, I am Carlos, clan leader of the Darknight Race. Human boy, state your name!"

Carlos’ gaze was electrifying, piercing straight at Zhang Beixing.

A mere human dared to be so contemptuous?

"I... am the Emperor of the Dark Empire, Zhang Beixing."

Zhang Beixing smiled calmly, uttering shocking words.

"Dark Empire? What kind of nonsense is that?"

Carlos was taken aback, then burst into laughter.

"A human kid proclaiming himself as emperor, dares to compete with my Darknight Race?"

"Seems... you’re tired of living!"

A fierce killing intent suddenly erupted.