Chapter 1287 - 515: Northern Forbidden Land (Part 2)

The Demon King was furious, demonic qi swirling around him, transforming into a pitch-black spear.

"Prepare to die!"

Whoosh!

The black spear pierced through the air, unstoppable in its trajectory.

But in Zhang Beixing’s eyes, it was nothing more than child’s play.

With a gentle wave of his hand, a golden light shield instantly blocked the spear.

Two opposing forces, black and white, clashed violently.

A deafening explosion erupted.

The entire altar shook unceasingly under the impact.

"What?!"

The Demon King’s pupils contracted in disbelief.

His full-strength attack was effortlessly parried by Zhang Beixing?

What level of strength has this guy achieved!

"Who... who are you really!"

"Who am I?"

Zhang Beixing sneered coldly and suddenly made his move.

His five fingers, like hooks, clawed towards the Demon King’s throat.

"I am the future ruler of the Human Race, and this world will eventually bow at my feet."

"For a worm like you to even be worthy of knowing my name? It’s utterly laughable."

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Beixing had already closed in on the Demon King.

His five fingers gripped the Demon King’s neck firmly.

A powerful force transmitted through his palm.

It seemed almost enough to crush the Demon King’s throat.

"Cough... cough..."

The Demon King’s face flushed red, his eyes widened, struggling in agony.

He never imagined that as the noble Demon Race King, he would end up in such a predicament.

Strangled by a human, unable to move.

This was an utter humiliation!

"It seems, even you as the Demon King, are no more than this."

Zhang Beixing sneered repeatedly, eyes filled with disdain.

"I had intended to spare your life, so you could witness my grand ambitions of dominating the Three Realms."

"But now, it seems, you’d better just die."

Before the words were fully spoken, he twisted his wrist, exerting force with his fingers.

Crack!

A crisp snapping sound rang out instantly.

The Demon King’s eyes bulged, his face twisted in a grimace.

Just like that, he was strangled to death.

Blood gushed out from the wound.

Staining his black armor red.

Everyone was dumbfounded, completely astounded.

The Master actually killed the Demon Race King with his bare hands!

This scene was destined to go down in history, passed down for ages.

Zhang Beixing casually tossed the Demon King’s corpse aside, his eyes cold, his stance as upright as a pine tree.

At this moment, the frivolity from before was gone, replaced by an intimidating aura of slaughter.

"Master is mighty! Even the Demon Race King is no more than this!"

Alina said with a face full of admiration, her beautiful eyes shimmering with excitement.

In her eyes, the Master was truly omnipotent, any enemy before him was as fragile as paper.

Richard also clenched his fists in excitement, as if ready to cheer out loud in the next moment.

Having followed Zhang Beixing for many years, this was the first time he had seen the lord so easily slay a Demon King.

"Master, well done! With the Soul Devourer, you will unify the Three Realms and become the sovereign of all ages!"

The voice of the Persuasion System sounded, carrying a hint of fervor.

Zhang Beixing’s lips curved slightly upward, stepping towards the altar, reaching out to take the pitch-black token.

The next moment, a powerful energy surged into his body instantly.

Power was skyrocketing at a terrifying speed.

"Is this... the power of the Soul Devourer..."

Zhang Beixing murmured softly, a gleam flashing in his eyes.

He felt as if every cell in his body was trembling, as if he had acquired endless power.

"Indeed, with it, combined with your existing strength, why worry about not unifying the world and achieving an eternal legacy?"

The voice of the Persuasion System echoed again, filled with a confidence beyond words.

It had long known that choosing Zhang Beixing as the host was undoubtedly a wise decision.

This man was destined to write an earth-shattering legend!

Zhang Beixing raised his head and howled, his eyes flashing like lightning, his aura intimidating.

"Good! I shall make the entire world crawl at my feet!"

His voice was resolute and powerful, reverberating through the dark void.

Alina and Richard, upon hearing this, couldn’t help but be uplifted.

"We are willing to sacrifice everything for the Master, sparing no effort!"

"At all costs, assist our lord in achieving hegemony!"

The two men kneeled on one knee, their expressions solemn.

Zhang Beixing nodded in satisfaction, his gaze sweeping over the two.

He knew, with these two capable assistants, he would be invincible and surely forge ahead triumphantly.

"Let’s go, we return! Three Realms, here I come!"

He stepped forward, with Angel’s Wing unfurling behind him, emitting dazzling golden light.

Alina and Richard followed closely, vowing to follow him to their deaths.

The Persuasion System quietly followed, ready to witness a magnificent historical Chapter.

The group, like a rainbow in terms of momentum, walked toward their original direction.

Zhang Beixing’s steps were resounding, each step seemed to tread on the red carpet of universal submission.

His goal was that supreme throne!

"Hehe, everything is under control!"

The Persuasion System chuckled secretly, filled with anticipation for the events about to unfold.

Meanwhile, in a secret chamber at Church Headquarters, several Archbishops were gathered, their faces all intense.

"The situation is urgent! That Zhang Beixing’s strength seems to have vastly improved!"

"Indeed, consecutively defeating the Darknight Clan Leader and the Demon Race King, this is simply unheard of!"

"If this continues, I’m afraid the entire world will be leveled by him!"

They spoke one after another, their voices full of concern.

"Ladies and gentlemen, are we just going to sit and wait to die?"

The leading Archbishop stood up, sweeping his gaze across the room.

"No, we absolutely cannot let that madman reign supreme! We, as servants of God, must fight for justice!"

"His Excellency the Bishop is absolutely right! However... Zhang Beixing’s power is truly overwhelming! We possibly..."

Someone reminded, showing fear in their eyebrows.

"Hmph, have you forgotten that we still have ’Holy Light Judgment’?"

The Archbishop snorted coldly, his gaze firm.

"It’s the divine power that can destroy all evil! Even the Demon Race King cannot escape death!"

"As long as we gather all the power of the Holy See, launch this strike, we can severely injure Zhang Beixing and turn the tide!"

These words shocked everyone present.

"His Excellency’s wisdom! With Holy Light Judgment in hand, what is there to fear?"

"Exactly! We must make Zhang Beixing pay the price in blood!"

For a moment, the atmosphere in the chamber became extremely tense and murderous.

Everyone’s eyes burned with the flames of revenge.

"Very well, that’s the decision then!"

The Archbishop looked around, speaking seriously.

"Send my order, summon all the elite forces of the Holy See! I will personally lead the army to campaign against that arrogant rogue!"

"Yes!"

The crowd responded in unison and hurried away to gather troops.

The Archbishop watched their receding figures, a cold smile spreading across his lips.

"Zhang Beixing, just wait to be consumed by the Wrath of God! Hahaha!"

He laughed aloud, his voice sinister and eerie.

Elsewhere, within the Demon Palace, chaos reigned.

Upon learning of the Demon King’s assassination, the entire court was in uproar.

Countless noble demons were filled with fear and anxiety, the hearts of people scattered.

"How could this happen... even His Majesty was slain..."

"How terrifying is that human, Zhang Beixing..."

"It’s over, our Demon Race is doomed..."

Terrified whispers reverberated throughout every corner of the great hall.

"Everyone shut up!"

A sharp shout suddenly exploded within the hall.

It was the Demon Race’s Great General, Red Demon, who stood up from his seat.

His whole body exuded a murderous aura, his gaze fierce as a wolf.

"Merely a human race, daring to rampage in our Demon Race? He’s simply courting death!"

"I really want to see what divine skills he possesses that enable him to act wild on the Demon King’s turf!"

Red Demon swept his gaze over the noble demons, speaking coldly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, have you forgotten that our Demon Race has Forbidden Secret Techniques?"

"As long as we perform that, there should be no fear of dealing with that maniac Zhang Beixing!"

The crowd went into an uproar upon these words.

"The Great General speaks truly! That Forbidden Secret Technique is the trump card left by the previous Demon Kings!"

"If performed, it can sweep through everything, slaughtering and exterminating!"

"Yes! With this secret technique in hand, we have no need to fear Zhang Beixing!"

For a moment, the noble demons echoed in agreement, their morale soaring.

"Very well, since that’s the case, what are we waiting for?"

Red Demon revealed a murderous intent in his eyes, speaking with a sinister tone.

"Quickly summon the most elite forces of the Demon Race, vowing to dismember Zhang Beixing!"

"I shall obey!"

The noble demons answered in unison, filing out, preparing to gather the Demon Race army.

Red Demon watched them leave, a cruel smile gracing his lips.