Chapter 1297 - 520: Sweeping Through a Thousand Armies

He walked slowly to stand before Silas, each step seeming to tread upon a red carpet of universal submission.

Unmatched majesty radiated from him, striking fear into all present, causing them to shiver uncontrollably.

"Silas, I gave you a chance."

Zhang Beixing spoke coldly, his tone calm yet carrying a despairing chill.

"It was you who foolishly chose to challenge my authority."

"Now, prepare to die!"

With that, he extended his right hand, his five fingers like hooks.

In an instant, a power even more terrifying than before suddenly burst forth.

Purple-black energy gathered in his palm, transforming into a blinding pillar of light.

It shot directly toward Silas’s forehead, with speed unparalleled.

"Ah——!!!"

A scream echoed once more throughout the clouds, sending chills down spines.

Silas’s body instantly turned to dust.

Even the soul was completely obliterated by this dreadful power.

Nothing remained.

The wreckage scattered all around marked the downfall of the Holy See’s power.

Meanwhile, Zhang Beixing was in high spirits.

Standing with his hands behind his back, like a triumphant king.

"Alina, Richard."

He called upon his most trusted aides, his tone indifferent.

"Pass down the orders, summon my military force."

"It is time for this world to kneel at my feet!"

"As you command, Master!"

The two responded in unison, eyes gleaming with excitement.

They even began to envision this land rewritten because of their lord.

The Dark Empire would eventually unify the Three Realms!

[Host, congratulations, you have taken another great step toward your ultimate goal!]

The voice of the Persuasion System echoed in Zhang Beixing’s mind.

[With this victory, the Holy See is completely subdued, and the Demon Race dare not act rashly either.]

[Next, it’s all about your strategic layout.]

"Indeed, my conquest has only just begun."

Zhang Beixing’s lips curved slightly, his ambition evident.

He knew he was getting closer to dominating this era.

Countless powerful foes would soon bow beneath his throne.

This day, would eventually come.

For he was destined to soar above the nine heavens.

And become the legendary king admired by all!

...

News spread quickly across The Great Six.

The Holy See was destroyed, its founder fallen.

Gabriel was severely wounded, his whereabouts unknown.

The Dark Empire, unstoppable.

Countless people were shocked.

Who could have imagined that the once-mighty Holy See of Light would be so easily obliterated?

And how did that budding youngster grow step by step into the dark emperor feared by all?

Terror gripped people as they speculated, wondering how this world would be reshaped.

"The bishop has fallen? This... how is this possible..."

"The rumored Soul Devouring Power is truly terrifying; not even the founder was its match..."

"Is the Dark Empire going to unify the world? What will become of our destiny then..."

Zhang Beixing traveled in disguise, listening to the whispers of passersby.

A playful smile appeared on his lips.

These mortals were indeed foolish.

To think they dared to speculate about the mind of the king, truly overestimating themselves.

"Beixing..."

Beside him, Alina suddenly called out to him.

Her beautiful eyes held a hint of concern.

"Will these people’s gossip be detrimental to you? After all..."

"No worries."

Zhang Beixing interrupted her, his tone resolute.

"To achieve great things, how can one be constrained by mere rumors?"

"Besides, letting them guess and gossip might not be a bad thing."

He stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance.

His black robe fluttering in the wind, exuding an aura of dominance.

"One day, I will silence all who doubt me."

"With my unrivaled power, I will conquer this world!"

Meanwhile, in a secret chamber of the Demon Race.

Several figures were engaged in a heated argument.

"Damn it, the Holy See is finished, what are we waiting for?"

"Exactly, if we don’t act now, that boy will beat us to it!"

"But... Zhang Beixing’s strength is too formidable, we might not be his match."

Voices of contention rose and fell, temporarily reaching no conclusion.

Until...

"Enough! All of you, shut up!"

A thunderous shout suddenly exploded in the chamber.

The crowd immediately fell silent, all turning toward the source.

A towering figure approached slowly.

It was the new Demon King, Talons!

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have had enough of your bickering."

Talons spoke coldly, an intimidating aura surrounding him.

"Zhang Beixing is indeed not to be underestimated. But why should we, the Demon Race, fear him?"

"Moreover..."

At this point, he suddenly smiled mysteriously.

A sinister glint flashed through his somber eyes.

"Isn’t our ancestor still in a deep slumber?"

This statement stunned everyone present.

"Your Majesty means..."

"That’s right, I intend to invite the ancestor to come forth."

Talons stated ominously, his tone firm.

"With him standing guard, do we still fear dealing with that boy Zhang Beixing?"

"By then, I’ll make him kneel at the Demon Race’s feet, wishing for death!"

His words brimming with killing intent.

As if foreshadowing a storm of bloodshed brewing.

Half a month later, Zhang Beixing returned to the Dark Sacred Hall.

What greeted him was an unusually somber and tense atmosphere.

"What’s going on? What happened?"

Frowning, he scanned the anxious ministers.

"Master, something terrible has happened!"

Richard rushed forward, his face ashen.

"The Demon Race’s military force is stationed not far outside the Imperial City."

"Leading them is the newly appointed Demon King Talons!"