Chapter 1304 - 523: The Mysterious Soul Devourer

This place is vast and open, surrounded by black rocks.

The rock walls are engraved with numerous terrifying patterns, exuding an ominous aura.

And in the center of the space, there is a huge altar.

On the altar lies a pitch-black long blade.

The blade is slender and sharp, etched with countless intricate inscriptions.

The inscriptions flicker with an eerie red light, sending a shiver down one’s spine.

"Is it you?"

Zhang Beixing murmured softly, eyes heavy with intensity.

He slowly stepped forward, reaching out to grasp the hilt of the long blade.

In an instant, a terrifying power surged into his body.

It was a power that tore at the soul, devouring life.

Enough to make any living being feel despair and fear.

But Zhang Beixing remained calm as ever.

He allowed this power to rampage within him, his eyes becoming even brighter.

"Very good, you truly live up to your reputation."

His lips curved slightly, his tone full of admiration.

As if he had obtained a precious treasure.

Just as he was about to draw the long blade.

A piercing voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Stop! That blade is not something you can touch!"

Zhang Beixing’s expression hardened, and he turned sharply.

He saw a group of people in white robes that had appeared behind him at some unknown time.

The leader was none other than the Archangel Gabriel of the Celestial Realm.

His expression was stern, his gaze as sharp as a blade.

He was staring intently at the long blade in Zhang Beixing’s hand, full of dread.

"I didn’t expect you to recognize it."

Zhang Beixing chuckled lightly, his tone tinged with sarcasm.

"It’s a pity you were a step too late."

"Insolent! Surrender the ’Soul Devourer’ immediately!"

Gabriel was furious, a holy radiance surging around him.

"Otherwise, don’t blame me for being rude!"

"Oh, just you?"

Zhang Beixing sneered repeatedly, showing no regard.

He flipped his wrist, gripping the long blade in his hand.

Hum—

A low buzz, the blade flickered with a sinister red light.

The space was instantly filled with a chilling aura.

"You...!"

Gabriel’s pupils shrank, his face changed drastically.

He hadn’t expected this human to suddenly wield the power of the ’Soul Devourer’.

"I said, I must have it."

Zhang Beixing raised his eyebrows slightly, his tone calm.

As if what he held was just an ordinary long blade.

"You self-proclaimed righteous ones should spare yourselves."

He sneered, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

"In front of me, you are nothing."

The next second, dark wings suddenly unfurled behind him.

The wings spread, blocking out the sky and the sun.

Every feather gleamed with a fearsome light.

Zhang Beixing leaped into the air, like a black lightning bolt.

In the blink of an eye, he charged towards the angels.

"Soul Devouring Secret Technique, Tenth Level, Doomsday Irreversibility!"

With his low shout, the pitch-black blade swung down fiercely.

Where the blade passed, the space itself twisted.

A black crescent sliced out in an instant.

"Ah—!"

Screams echoed, blood splattering.

The angels were sliced in half under that single strike.

No one could resist, no one could counterattack.

Only endless wailing and a field of corpses remained.

Gabriel’s eyes widened, his face full of horror.

He never imagined that his elite troops would be so fragile.

"This... how is this possible..."

He retreated trembling, fear in his voice.

"How can a mere human possess such strength?!"

"I told you before, you are not my match."

Zhang Beixing stood with the blade, his demeanor indifferent.

He looked at none of this with any concern.

"Now, will you leave obediently, or end up like them?"

He raised his chin, indicating the corpses beneath his feet.

Gabriel gritted his teeth, his fists clenched tightly.

He wished to rush up and fight Zhang Beixing to the death.

But reason told him it would be a death wish.

After a long while, he finally glared at Zhang Beixing.

"Zhang Beixing, you wait! One day, I will kill you myself!"

With that, he reluctantly turned away, disappearing from the scene.

Leaving only the scattered corpses and a devastated space.

Zhang Beixing snorted lightly, unconcerned.

In his eyes, this Gabriel was no more than a clown.

Nothing but slick tongue and useless bluster.

"How boring."

The young emperor shook his head, his tone helpless.

As if everything that happened had nothing to do with him.

"System, it seems your so-called ’formidable foe’ is nothing much."

He said seemingly casually, his tone full of mockery.

"Ha, Master, you underestimate them."

The voice of the Persuasion System carried a hint of seriousness.

"The Celestial Realm and Demon Race are not so easily dealt with."

"They are searching for you with all their might, determined to reclaim the ’Soul Devourer’."

"When the time comes, there will likely be a tough battle."

"That suits me just fine."

Zhang Beixing’s lips curved slightly, his eyes full of battle spirit.

"I want to see who in the Three Realms can stand against me!"

As his words fell, the dark wings spread once more.

The next second, his figure had already vanished.

Leaving only a string of enigmatic whispers echoing in the space.

"Come, bring it on."

"I await you here."

Abyssal Demon Realm, Heart of Hell.

A pitch-black and eerie castle stood amidst the lava and infernal flames.

Above the castle, dark clouds gathered, lightning flickered.

Exuding an aura of chilling dread.

This was the stronghold of the Demon Race.

Countless powerful demons lurked within.