Chapter 1292 - 518: The Heart of Defiance

Zhang Beixing heard Red Demon’s proposal, a playful glint appearing in his eye.

This Great General of the Demon Race certainly has some courage and vision.

To dare recommend himself as an ally at such a critical time for them to join forces and achieve greatness?

Ha, interesting.

However, does a mere Demon Race qualify to stand on equal footing with his Dark Empire?

What a colossal joke!

"General Red Demon’s words are quite inaccurate."

Zhang Beixing spoke indifferently, his tone icy.

"Do you know that my goal is to unify the Three Realms and command the world."

"How can mere Demon Race stand shoulder to shoulder with me?"

"Moreover..."

His lips curved slightly, his gaze sharp as a blade.

"The murderer of my late emperor still roams free. That account has yet to be settled."

The atmosphere in the hall instantly became heavy.

Everyone knew that the bloody coup ten years ago was orchestrated by the Demon Race behind the scenes.

Now Zhang Beixing raised the old matter again, clearly about to demand justice.

"Master, calm your anger! Those are bygone matters, why bring them up again?"

Cold sweat drenched Red Demon’s forehead as he forced a laugh.

He hadn’t expected the opponent to expose his past in such a setting.

"I’ve come this time with sincerity in a bid to transform swords into plowshares with you."

"I hope you will be merciful!"

Saying this, he was about to kneel and apologize.

However, Zhang Beixing merely sneered repeatedly, not accepting this at all.

"Red Demon, do you truly underestimate me that much?"

He stood with his hands behind his back, displaying great presence.

"A mere apology to smooth over a decade of deep hatred and bloody feud?"

"If not out of respect for you being a guest, I would take your life now!"

His words were filled with murderous intent.

As if in the next instant, he would swallow this uninvited guest alive.

"Master is wise, Red Demon this rascal is clearly plotting something!"

Alina snorted coldly, her beautiful eyes full of disdain.

She detested such fork-tongued individuals the most.

"Indeed, he must be aiming to steal our thunder, capitalizing on our army’s fatigue post-Holy See destruction!"

Richard also fumed with indignation, yearning to rush forward and tear Red Demon apart.

Red Demon saw this and knew pretending was pointless.

So he straightened his body, the corner of his mouth would rise with a sly smile.

"Heh, worthy of the Dark Emperor indeed, with a discerning eye."

He stared at Zhang Beixing with burning gaze.

"But do you think your current strength is enough to contend with my race?"

"Don’t forget, your father perished at the hands of the Demon Race."

"You’re probably not much stronger now, right?"

The whole room buzzed with astonishment.

Red Demon dared mention Zhang Beixing’s painful past right to his face?

And with such contemptuous provoking tone?

He must be tired of living!

However, contrary to all expectations.

Zhang Beixing did not erupt with rage, instead he burst into laughter.

As if he’d heard an enormous joke.

"Red Demon, I thought you were something, but you’re nothing special."

He coldly glanced at the Demon Race envoy, eyes full of disdain.

"With your mere tricks, you dare show off before me?"

"No matter, today I’ll let you witness..."

Before finishing his sentence, he suddenly extended his right hand.

His fingers claw-like, directly aiming for Red Demon’s throat.

The speed was astonishing, almost instantaneous as it reached the other’s front.

"Pfft!"

Blood splattered, Red Demon screamed repeatedly.

His whole being was lifted by Zhang Beixing, eyes rolled back, unable to utter any sound.

This scene caused everyone present to take a cold breath, heart filled with enormous fear.

Is this... their Master’s strength?

Even the renowned Demon Race warlord is merely his plaything?

"Red Demon, I gave you a chance."

Zhang Beixing spoke coldly, his grip unfaltering.

"You were too ignorant, choosing to provoke me."

"Now... you must pay the price."

With that said, he violently flicked his wrist.

Crack!

The sound of bone breaking reverberated through the hall.

Red Demon’s neck shattered completely, leaving no sign.

Zhang Beixing casually tossed the corpse aside, stood with hands behind, carefree.

As if what happened just now was as simple as a game.

"Master, you... you are indeed incredible..."

Richard was speechless in shock, momentarily lost for words.

Though he’d known his Master’s immense strength, witnessing it still left him overwhelmingly impressed.

"Worthy of my Master, words are deeds; promises fulfilled."

Alina’s lips parted slightly, eyes full of admiration.

Her reverence for Zhang Beixing was evident.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is just the beginning."

Zhang Beixing swept his gaze around, his expression calm yet carrying the aura of dominion.

"I, Zhang Beixing, have never feared any enemy."

"Anyone daring to block my path, I will grant them no place to die!"

At these words, every courtier’s heart was stirred.

With such a fearless Monarch, what was there to fear?

"Master’s wise! We’re willing to lay down our lives, die on the battlefield for you!"

"Pledge eternal allegiance to Master, annihilate Demon Race, unify the Three Realms!"

"Long live the Dark Empire, eternal and unyielding! Long live the Master!"

For a moment, the hall was filled with fervor, morale soaring.

Zhang Beixing’s lips slightly raised, most pleased with this sight.

With these loyal subordinates, his goal of conquering the world moved a step closer.

[Host, you are indeed remarkable to dare kill the Demon Race envoy before all.]

The Persuasion System suddenly rang in his mind, its tone somewhat teasing.

[This is openly declaring war on the Demon Race, one fears... a stormy bloodbath is unavoidable.]