Chapter 1254 - 500: Northern Territory Holy War_3

However, the young emperor showed no signs of slackening. Victory was merely the first step of his ambition.

The real challenge was yet to come.

"Master, there seems to be something unusual with the magic power fluctuations ahead," said the loyal Richard suddenly, his expression a mix of seriousness and vigilance.

Zhang Beixing smiled faintly, his gaze sharp as a torch.

"No matter. They’re coming at just the right time."

As soon as he spoke, a wild wind arose between heaven and earth, snowflakes swirling. An unprecedented sense of oppression hung over everyone’s hearts.

"It’s the Demon Race!" Alina exclaimed, her beautiful eyes full of tension. This aura was all too familiar to her.

Sure enough, with a thunderous roar, a figure appeared out of thin air before them.

Clad in black armor, wearing a fanged mask, and surrounded by a chilling presence.

It was actually a general of the Demon Race!

"Zhang Beixing, you human insect!" the newcomer spoke, his voice booming like a great bell. "Do you think killing someone from the Holy See allows you to act rampant in this world?"

Even someone as experienced as Zhang Beixing couldn’t help but be slightly stunned.

A mere warrior of the Demon Race dared to be so presumptuous in his presence?

Was this sheer ignorance, or was there another hidden plot?

"Very well, today you shall know the fate of provoking my clan!" The Demon General laughed coldly and suddenly attacked. A dark claw traced a shadow in the air.

Everyone held their breath, fearful of missing this breathtaking scene.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Beixing stood unmoved, fearlessly. Letting the crazy winds howl and the snowflakes fly, his figure stood like a towering mountain, unyielding.

Clang!

The claw and sword collided, producing a piercing sound. Sparks flew, dazzling and blinding.

To everyone’s astonishment, the Demon General was forced to retreat, unable to step forward again.

"This... how is this possible?!" The man in black armor was dumbfounded, seemingly unable to believe what he was seeing.

How could a formidable elite of the Demon Race be so powerless before a human?

"Hmph, nothing more than this." Zhang Beixing chuckled coldly, his eyes filled with contempt. As if this outcome had been anticipated.

"I thought it was some significant adversary, but it turns out to be merely a lackey of the Demon Race." The young emperor stood with hands behind his back, exuding an intimidating aura.

"Very well, today I shall act in the name of celestial justice, give those unjustly lost souls a fair settlement!"

With those words, he suddenly struck. His five fingers, like hooks, reached for the Demon General’s throat.

In a split second of Kung Fu, blood splattered. The huge body collapsed, lifeless on the ground.

Before death, the Demon General’s eyes flickered with unwillingness and fear. As if unable to understand why things ended this way.

And those present, had long been stunned, standing dumbfounded, unable to recover for a long time.

Who would have thought that the rumored strong adversary from an alien race would die so miserably on the spot without any power to fight back?

And that young man, who should have been timid, displayed such extraordinary prowess, defeating all in his path!

"So powerful... Is he human, or a god..." someone murmured, unable to suppress their shock any longer.

"I, Zhang Beixing, am no ordinary person," declared the young hero in this gathering of clouds and winds, having already sheathed his sword, standing with hands behind his back.

A captivating smile played on his lips.

"Everyone, remember, I am the true ruler of this era!" "From now on, anyone who dares oppose me will have only one outcome..."

His gaze was sharp, his dominance unquestioned by all.

At this moment, no one dared to object further.