Chapter 1293 - 518: The Heart of Rebellion (Part 2)

Zhang Beixing’s smile broadened.

"No matter, I’m looking forward to them coming to court death."

"With Angel’s Wing and Soul Devourer in hand, who am I afraid of?"

"Moreover, with you, my greatest ally, by my side, what is there to fear?"

Zhang Beixing’s gaze was resolute, his fighting spirit high.

[Haha, with your determination, I am relieved as your master.]

The Persuasion System laughed heartily, pleased with the apprentice’s resolve.

[Next, let’s patiently await the Demon Race’s response.]

[I’m really curious to see what tricks they have up their sleeves.]

...

News reached the Demon Race Imperial City, and immediately caused a huge uproar among the upper echelons.

"What? The Red Demon was publicly slain by Zhang Beixing?!"

In the grand hall of the Demon Race, all the ministers were livid with rage.

Everyone knew what this implied.

"This... this is blatant provocation!"

"The master was murdered, the envoy dead, Zhang Beixing the maniac clearly intends a fight to the death with our race!"

"Outrageous, this is intolerable! How can the Demon Race endure such a monumental shame?!"

The crowd was incensed, everyone filled with righteous indignation.

It seemed as though, at any moment, they would charge out of the hall to wage a decisive battle against the Dark Empire.

"Silence, all of you!"

At this moment, an icy voice suddenly exploded within the hall.

A sullen-faced man appeared in the hall at an unknown time.

It was the newly appointed Demon King, Talons!

"Your Majesty!"

The ministers quickly silenced themselves and knelt down to pay respects.

"Rise."

Talons nodded slightly, his expression as cold as frost.

"I am already aware of this situation."

"Zhang Beixing, this brat, really doesn’t know the meaning of fear."

"A mere Human Race, yet so brazenly arrogant!"

He clenched his fists, exuding a murderous aura.

"I shall show him the might of our Demon Race and tear him limb from limb!"

"But Your Majesty, the situation might not be so simple..."

A senior elder suddenly spoke up.

"Now Zhang Beixing’s wings have spread, having annihilated the Holy See, his strength may be unlike before."

"Moreover, he possesses the enigmatic ’Soul Devourer’..."

"If we rush into battle recklessly, we might face dire consequences."

Upon hearing this, the ministers nodded one after another, displaying troubled expressions.

Talons’ expression became increasingly somber.

"So, old fellow, you mean to say that we should swallow our pride and endure this humiliation?"

"Just allow that brat to insult our race, remaining indifferent?"

The senior elder sighed and looked worried.

"Please calm your anger, Your Majesty, I didn’t mean that."

"It’s just that, before we engage in battle, we must plan meticulously."

"We cannot act on impulse, making rash moves."

"The urgent task is to conduct thorough reconnaissance on Zhang Beixing’s background, to identify his weaknesses."

"At the same time, our race needs to intensify cultivation and enhance our strength."

"Only then can we secure victory in the future battle."

"You’re absolutely right."

Talons pondered briefly, his eyes glinting with brilliance.

"Alright, we’ll do as you suggest."

"Send orders to all divisions to accelerate war preparations."

"But hold back for now, avoid any impulsive actions."

"When the time is ripe, I will make sure Zhang Beixing has no place to die!"

The ministers responded in unison.

For the sake of avenging this humiliation, they were willing to do whatever it takes.

Soon, the entire Demon Race was immersed in the calm before the storm.

The air was thick with an impending sense of slaughter, ready to erupt at any moment.

Meanwhile, in the lands of the Darknight Race.

Numerous eyes were fixed on a palace ahead.

"Clan Leader, are you... are you alright?"

A maid timidly asked.

At this moment, Carlos was deep in thought, his expression fluctuating.

Ever since he learned of the Demon Race envoy being slain, he had maintained this state.

This left everyone shaken and fearful, not daring to disturb him lightly.

"I’m fine."

After a long period, Carlos finally spoke leisurely.

"I’m just pondering what abilities Zhang Beixing possesses to be so audacious."

"Even daring to publicly kill the Demon Race’s envoy..."

Upon saying this, he suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze sharp as lightning.

"It seems this person truly is not simple."

"Perhaps, we really need to reevaluate him."

This comment left the maid puzzled.

"Clan Leader, do you mean...?"

"Go, pass down the orders."

Carlos contemplated for a moment, then instructed slowly.

"Order the scouts in the clan to gather information on Zhang Beixing promptly."

"Ensure to uncover every detail, no mistakes allowed."

"Yes, Clan Leader."

The maid respectfully acknowledged and then hurriedly withdrew.

Inside the grand hall, a moment of silence resumed.

"Zhang Beixing... who exactly are you...?"

Carlos murmured, his expression inscrutable.

He vaguely felt that this man’s rise would alter the entire landscape of The Great Six.

And perhaps the fate of the Darknight Race would also pivot because of him.

For a moment, countless thoughts whirled in his mind.

Unable to regain calm for a long time.

.....

Within the Dark Sacred Hall, an atmosphere of celebrating victory prevailed.

Envoys from various clans arrived one after another.

Offering Zhang Beixing their sincerest congratulations and blessings.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty, on your grand victory!"

"From now on, no one across the land can challenge you!"

"Please, Your Majesty, kindly accept this token from my clan."

Zhang Beixing sat poised upon the throne, smiling serenely, graciously receiving the homage from all around.

Seemingly amiable and approachable, yet in truth, his gaze was piercing.

Secretly scrutinizing each person’s smile.

In their eyes, there was flattery, fear, and inquiry.

But there was no genuine joy.

However, this was within his expectations.

After all, his rise was too swift.

In the moment, inevitably arousing suspicion.

"I am deeply thankful for everyone coming from afar."

Zhang Beixing slowly spoke, his voice deep yet authoritative.

"Once the banquet concludes, I will personally visit each of you to express my gratitude."

In his words, there flowed utter confidence and composure.

As if these people coveting his power were just tiny ants.

The atmosphere in the hall instantly became tense.

Everyone bowed, not daring to lift their heads.

Only feeling an invisible pressure rushing toward them.

Making them shiver.

"Rather than the banquet’s complexities, why not let everyone first glimpse my methods?"

Zhang Beixing smiled slightly, a playful glint in his eyes.

"Have any of you heard the story of ’A Dream of Yellow Millet’?"

"A Dream of Yellow Millet? What is that?"

Someone couldn’t help but ask, then realizing their impropriety, quickly fell silent.

"Ha, it seems none of you have heard of it."

Zhang Beixing was not bothered, but smiled even more deeply.

"Legend has it, there was a poor scholar named Lu Sheng, lodging in an ancient temple."

"In his dream, he achieved top rank, married a beautiful and rich woman, and became Chancellor, living in glory."

"Sadly, upon waking, the Xiao Er beside him was still cooking millet."

"It turned out to be just a dream, illusory and fleeting."

On hearing this, everyone was perplexed.

Not understanding why Zhang Beixing would tell this story now.

Could it be insinuating that they were but false pretenders?

For a moment, chaos ensued.

"Sir, what do you mean by this?"

A man who seemed to be an envoy lost his composure and stepped forward to question.

"Could it be that you’re mocking us as mere opportunistic followers?"

"Hahaha!"

Zhang Beixing laughed towards the sky, his laughter echoing through the hall.

The laughter suddenly halted, and he opened his eyes abruptly.

An unusual red light flickered in his pupils.

In an instant, everyone froze.

Before their eyes, the world began twisting and distorting.

The dome, pillars, and floor all turned to dust.

Darkness and chaos seemed about to engulf everything.

"What... what is this?!"

Everyone was terrified, painfully covering their eyes.

"Don’t panic, it’s merely a dream."

Zhang Beixing’s voice seemed to come from beyond the heavens.

"Under my Pupil Skill, you are but fish on a chopping block."

"Whatever I want you to see, you will see."

"From now on, everything you have will be under my control!"

The moment his words fell, everyone felt dizzy.

On reopening their eyes, they found themselves amidst ruins.

All around were crumbled walls, a desolate scene.

The sky, blood-red like fire, was shrouded in dark clouds.

"Where... is this? What happened?"

Someone trembled, lips quivering, unable to believe what lay before them.

"Welcome to the world after the apocalypse."

Zhang Beixing’s figure appeared out of nowhere before everyone.

At this moment, he wore silver armor and wielded a long sword.

Behind him, a pair of pristine wings dazzled brilliantly.

"My Angel’s Wing not only purifies but also destroys."

"This is the consequence of opposing me."

"Once I unleash its power, all that you boast of will turn to ashes."

"At that time, no technology or force will be more than a paper tiger before me."

On hearing this, everyone was as if struck by lightning.