Chapter 1243 - 495: Rise of the Demon Realm (Part 2)

No one dares to contend with him anymore.

"From now on, all of you are citizens of my Great Zhou."

"Behave yourselves and stick to your duties."

"If you dare cause trouble again, I’ll make it so you have no return!"

"Yes!"

The group of demons responded in unison, their heads lowered as if wishing to bury them underground.

This formidable figure, they dare not provoke again.

"Richard, Alina, you may rise."

Zhang Beixing smiled faintly, the murderous aura around him quietly dissipated.

As if the earlier storm of blood and violence was just an illusion.

"Master, you... you are truly unparalleled in this world!"

The two were extremely excited, unable to suppress their emotions.

The heroic figure of their master was forever imprinted in their hearts.

"Heroic... I don’t see it that way."

Zhang Beixing shook his head, falling into contemplation instead.

"Thank you for your praise, Master, but... I have an impertinent request."

Richard cautiously probed.

"Speak freely."

"I wonder what Master plans to do next?"

This seemingly simple question left Zhang Beixing momentarily stunned.

Indeed, the Rakshasa has been vanquished, and the Demon Race has submitted.

What pieces should be moved next in this chessboard that spans the world?

"I..."

Zhang Beixing was about to speak when his eyebrows suddenly furrowed.

"Who?!"

A golden glow suddenly appeared in his palm, and his gloomy eyes stared into the distance.

In the sky, a figure approached slowly.

"Master, who is it that comes? Enemy or ally?"

Faced with this bizarre situation, even Alina couldn’t help but hesitate.

"No... not an enemy, but..."

Before Zhang Beixing could finish speaking, the person had already arrived nearby.

Only then did everyone see the true face of the visitor.

"Teacher?!"

Zhang Beixing gasped, as if he had seen a ghost.

The suddenly appearing figure was, surprisingly, his master, the true form of the Persuasion System!

"Senior, why have you suddenly descended upon us?"

Zhang Beixing stood frozen, his face full of disbelief.

In his memory, this enigmatic teacher was always elusive and hard to find.

For him to appear so easily today was truly bewildering.

"Disciple, I have come this time with important news."

The Persuasion System smiled faintly, surrounded by a profound aura.

It seemed calm and unruffled, yet instilled respect and awe in everyone present.

"What guidance do you have, Master? I am all ears."

Zhang Beixing hurriedly bowed respectfully, his words full of deference.

Towards this benefactor who had changed his destiny, he was always grateful.

"Zhang’er, though you now stand in an unbeatable position, it is too soon to truly dominate the world."

The Persuasion System spoke earnestly, each word resounding with clarity.

"Though various forces have temporarily submitted, and many harbor ulterior motives."

"Especially the Holy See, which is backed by unimaginable horrifying power."

"If you act rashly, it will likely lead to the loss of all you’ve gained."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Beixing furrowed his brows.

He understood well that although he had rapidly ascended to greatness,

The chess pieces spread across the eight directions had not yet concluded the game.

"Thank you for your guidance, Master; I will remember it well."

He nodded solemnly, his eyes more determined.

"Disciple will dare not be overconfident, and will proceed cautiously, planning each step further."

"Hmph, such arrogance."

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded behind everyone.

They saw a figure in black, with murderous intent written all over their face.

It was none other than the King Asura, who had failed his sneak attack moments ago!

"King Asura? How... how can you still be alive?!"

Richard and Alina both recoiled.

The regeneration ability of the Demon Race was truly terrifying?

"Zhang Beixing, such arrogance from a boy."

The King Asura laughed coldly, ignoring the shock of those present.

He walked forward step by step, murderously intent on displaying his intent.

As if ready to pounce and massacre at any moment.

"A mere human, daring to be presumptuous in front of our Demon Race?"

"Do you really think you’re a world-conquering hero, ruling the universe?"

At this point, the King Asura suddenly laughed out loud.

His madness was simply beyond that of a normal person.

"Tell you what, even if you can slay the Rakshasa, our Demon Race will never submit!

"Once the seal is lifted, and the Master awakens, you’ll never return!"

Hearing this, Zhang Beixing’s heart trembled.

It turned out this world held secrets he had yet to uncover.

An existence terrifying enough to alter the world’s balance.

And that, was probably the so-called Lord of the Demon Race that these demons spoke of!

"Heh, I must see what kind of divine skills your so-called ’Master’ possesses!"

Zhang Beixing sneered repeatedly, completely dismissing it.

"Even if he wakes up, so what? In front of me, he’s still no match!"

With that, he suddenly raised his hand.

Golden light flashed in his palm, runes abounding.

The next second, a thunderous boom.

Countless golden chains emerged from the void.

Like poison snakes from their holes, instantly wrapping around King Asura’s limbs.

"Stop! You... how dare you!"

King Asura was filled with both shock and anger, struggling desperately.

However, those chains seemed to have grown into his bones and blood.

The more he resisted, the more unbreakable the bind became.

"Everyone settle down a bit."

Zhang Beixing waved dismissively, full of impatience.

In the presence of this peerless powerhouse, mere demons were nothing more than ants.

There was really no need to waste time entangling with them.

However, just as everyone was about to breathe a sigh of relief.

A terrifying aura suddenly exploded between heaven and earth!

Countless black clouds were stirred up, obscuring the sky and blocking the sun.

Whirling winds roared, sweeping up sand and dust in the sky.

"What... what kind of terrifying demon aura is this?!"

Richard’s face changed dramatically, his eyes full of shock.

Having lived so many years, when had he ever felt such a terrifying aura?

"Could it be... some formidable figure is about to appear?"

Alina’s expression was grave, instinctively gripping the longsword in her hand.

As the noble Vampire Princess, this aura seemed not unfamiliar.

Instead, it felt like it came from a distant past.

A bloody memory she preferred to forget.

"No good, it’s the ’Celestial Demon Disintegration Technique’!"

The Persuasion System’s voice suddenly became severe.

"Zhang’er, you mustn’t be careless; the one coming is by no means a trivial figure!"

Before the voice had fallen, a shadow flashed.

Gaunt and menacing.

It was exactly the Demon Race Lord, who had been dormant for years and was finally awake, as mentioned by King Asura!

"Zhang Beixing, I didn’t expect to see you here."

The newcomer spoke, their voice as if from the depths of hell.

Hollow and desolate, sending chills down one’s spine.

"What an unpleasant surprise."

The Persuasion System’s expression turned grave, unable to conceal the worry in his heart.

He didn’t expect this deeply buried hazard to erupt at such a critical juncture.

"Who... exactly are you?"

Zhang Beixing couldn’t help but be taken aback.

The aura earlier gave him a slight sense of danger.

This had never happened before.

"Who I am is of no importance."

The Demon Race Lord sneered, eyes filled with mockery.

"You only need to know that after today, there will be no more Zhang Beixing in this world!"

As the words fell, the color of heaven and earth changed.

A destructive force surged around that person.

Substantial and relentless, pressing down hard on the battlefield’s center.

"Zhang’er, be careful, that’s the Demon Race’s unspeakable secret technique, specifically to counter us practitioners!"

The Persuasion System hurriedly reminded, extremely anxious.

Though merely a system, he too did not wish to see his host plunge into danger.

"Rest assured, I have a way."

Yet Zhang Beixing remained unconcerned, instead slightly curling his lips.

His eyes shot out dazzling golden light, exuding a soul-stirring aura.

"Since you want a battle, I’ll grant you that!"

With those words, he suddenly made a move.

A golden longsword appeared in his palm, containing divine power that could reach the heavens and earth.

"Slash!"

A commanding voice echoed through the skies.

Then, a world-shaking clash erupted in the void.

Transforming into countless waves of energy, tearing the firmament, collapsing mountains.

The entire battlefield, under this impact, turned into ruins.

"Bang!"

Another loud boom.

Only to see the Demon Race Lord, forcibly knocked flying.

Landing a hundred meters away, creating a large pit.

Covered in blood, unable to rise again.

"How... how is this possible?!"

King Asura’s eyes widened, as if in a nightmare.

How could the mighty Demon Lord be defeated so pathetically?

Just who exactly is this Zhang Beixing?

"Refreshing."

Zhang Beixing stood with his hands behind his back, yet his expression remained composed.

He didn’t even furrow his brows.

The earth-shattering confrontation earlier seemed to have cost him very little effort.

"Is this truly the strength of the Chosen One?"

The Persuasion System’s voice carried genuine admiration.