Chapter 1244 - 496: Crushing the Demon Race Lord

Zhang Beixing overlooked the battlefield with the miserable figure of the Demon Race Lord, a disdainful cold smile curling at his lips.

Richard and Alina were profoundly shaken; the scene before their eyes seemed inconceivable.

The lord could actually defeat the legendary terrifying Demon Race King effortlessly with his own power.

Such strength is beyond imagination, rarely seen in history.

King Asura lay prone on the ground, raising his head incredulously, his eyes wide open.

The mighty, unparalleled monarch has been defeated so utterly.

What is the origin of this young human?

The Demon Race Lord spat out a mouthful of blood, struggling to stand but fell heavily into the dust again.

His face was twisted with anger and humiliation, emanating a cold killing intent.

"Zhang Beixing, don’t be smug, this isn’t over..."

"Is that so?"

Zhang Beixing snorted coldly, striding forward, looking down at his opponent from above.

Golden light radiated around him, Angel’s Wing spreading, like a deity descending.

He spoke disdainfully: "You demons and monsters never learn."

"Mere ants, dare to act rashly before me?"

A fierce ball of light gathered in his palm, Zhang Beixing said indifferently: "Recognize your identity."

"Before me, you are nothing but garbage that can be eliminated with ease."

With that, he clenched his fingers, the ball of light enveloping the Demon Race Lord entirely.

Dazzling bright, like thousands of sacred chains, firmly binding him.

The Demon Race King emitted a piercing wail, struggling to escape, but powerless.

He stared incredulously at the human youth before him, filled with despair.

"Is this your so-called ’secret technique’? It’s really pathetic."

Zhang Beixing shook his head with a cold laugh, his tone scornful.

He stood with his hands behind his back, letting the Demon Race King roll on the ground howling, his eyes full of disdain.

"The Lord is wise! You are the true monarch of this world!"

Richard and Alina exclaimed, then knelt on one knee, gazing reverently at the figure.

Such a scene, bringing tears to their eyes, their hearts surging.

Only the Persuasion System remained indifferent.

But deep in its eyes, some indescribable emotion flickered.

It seemed to have long anticipated Zhang Beixing’s growth and transformation.

King Asura witnessed it all, his heart both shocked and angered, ashamed and annoyed.

He struggled to rise but was firmly suppressed by an invisible force.

"Presumptuous! You traitors who betrayed the Demon Race should all die! Deserve to die..."

"If not for the sake of our clansmen, I could obliterate you now."

Zhang Beixing’s voice suddenly rang above, like a thunderclap.

King Asura abruptly looked up, meeting those cold sharp eyes, shrinking involuntarily.

"Don’t think softening will earn my sympathy."

Zhang Beixing sneered coldly, his eyes filled with killing intent.

"I had said before, I want the Demon Race to never return."

"Now, it’s time to fulfill the promise!"

The golden light in his palm flashed again, Zhang Beixing struck fiercely.

This time, he held nothing back.

A fierce palm wind directly cut into the Demon Race King’s body, stirring his organs.

"Poof!"

Blood spurted out, organs shattered.

The Demon Race Lord emitted a miserable howl, writhing in pain.

His life force faded visibly, feeling the Death God’s scythe at his neck.

Endless fear and despair instantly engulfed him.

At the brink of death, the once unparalleled monarch’s face finally showed a plea.

But Zhang Beixing’s visage remained as cold as frost, lacking any pity.

"You caused my clansmen to die tragically, hands stained with innocent blood."

"Today, let you repay with your life for it all!"

Another earth-shattering noise, the Demon Race King’s body instantly smashed into a pulp.

Accompanied by a mourning cry, turned into a wisp of black smoke, vanished, never to be traced.

"Those who commit undue deeds must meet their demise, this is your end."

Zhang Beixing stood with hands behind him, quietly watching the black mist drifting away, disappearing into the sky.

Richard and Alina were too shocked to speak, their hearts a torrent of emotions.

They never imagined the lord would be so resolute.

Striking the Demon Race to its extinction without mercy.

King Asura was even more terrified, trembling on the ground.

He suddenly realized this human before him was not someone he could provoke.

If this continues, the entire Demon Race might be annihilated.

Tremblingly, he raised his head, cautiously pleading:

"Master... I beg you to be merciful, spare us these remnants..."

"I vow with the Demon Race oath, never to step into the Central Plains again."

"Please... please, master, grant me mercy, spare my life..."

"Ha, now you know how to beg for mercy? Where is your former arrogance?"

Zhang Beixing sneered, unmoved.

His eyes seemed to see a joke.

"Do you think mere words can sway me?"

King Asura’s heart sank halfway.

Yet he persisted, pleading:

"I... I am willing to submit to the master, become your hound, serve you..."

These words changed Zhang Beixing’s expression slightly.

He pondered for a moment, seemingly thoughtful.

"You’re willing to serve me?"

"Very well, from now on, the Demon Race is a vassal of Great Zhou."

"Should there be betrayal, execute without mercy!"

King Asura, hearing this, was almost moved to tears.

He nodded repeatedly, assuring loyalty without hesitation.

"Very good."

Zhang Beixing smiled with satisfaction, turned, surveying the surroundings.