Chapter 1320: Submission of the Demon Race

Chapter 1320: Chapter 531: Submission of the Demon Race

“Why panic?”

The Demon Race King indifferently replied, rising leisurely.

“Just a mere Vampire, hardly worth considering.”

“I have my ways, to make him bow and submit!”

Before his words could finish, a thunderous roar erupted outside the window.

Countless bolts of lightning pierced the sky.

As if echoing this man’s determination.

To battle Zhang Beixing, and settle once and for all!

“Master is benevolent, we are willing to face fire and water for you!”

Inside the hall, the demons all bowed.

Swearing allegiance, unwaveringly loyal until death.

“Very well, listen up!”

The Demon King scanned the room, his gaze sharp as flames.

“From now on, I require all of you to give your all!”

“Ensure that the Blood Night Empire falls in the shortest time possible!”

“And as for that Zhang Beixing…”

The black robe paused slightly, a cruel smile playing at the corners of his lips.

“I will take him down myself!”

The demons shouted in unison, their voices shaking the universe.

A brutal and bloody battle is unavoidable.

Who will laugh last?

The showdown between the Dark Empire and the Demon Race is imminent.

And at the heart of it,

Undoubtedly, are the leaders of both sides—

Zhang Beixing and the Demon Race King.

Two equally powerful beings will finally face off on the battlefield.

The victor will become the ruler of this world.

The loser must pay a painful price.

Life and death will be decided in this gamble!

“Beixing, do you think the Demon Race will take advantage of us?”

In the Blood Night Imperial Palace, Alina was worried.

The war had just settled, but new crises emerged.

As the empire’s princess, she couldn’t help but worry.

“Well, who knows.”

Zhang Beixing was relaxed, reclining leisurely on the throne.

“But rest assured, with me here, nothing is a problem.”

“Even if they do come, they won’t gain any advantage!”

His words were full of confidence and assertiveness.

He didn’t seem to take the Demon Race seriously at all.

With the Persuasion System, what is there to fear?

“Master, I have already deployed the Earth Net.”

Richard hurried in and reported respectfully.

“Whenever the Demon Race attacks, we can counter at any time.”

“Very good.”

Zhang Beixing nodded approvingly, his eyes showing satisfaction.

“With capable assistants like you, I’m at ease.”

Upon hearing this, Richard quickly knelt down.

“Master, your praise is too generous. Serving you is an honor.”

Beside him, Alina was deeply moved.

“With you by Beixing’s side, I’m relieved.”

“There are many days ahead, I hope you continue to assist him.”

Her words were full of trust and expectation.

“Rest assured, Master, as we follow you, we’ll never betray you.”

“The future of the Dark Empire is in your hands!”

The ministers echoed, their spirits high.

With such loyal subordinates, what is impossible for Zhang Beixing?

Conquering the world is just around the corner!

Days later, before the two armies.

Zhang Beixing clad in heavy armor, seated on the tall warhorse.

Looking into the distance, where the mighty Demon Race army lay.

Leading them was none other than the legendary Demon King.

“Zhang Beixing, I didn’t expect your name to be truly worthy.”

The Demon King smirked coldly, his gaze analyzing the opponent.

“But do you think with just the Dark Empire, you can challenge my Demon Race?”

“How naive!”

Zhang Beixing merely laughed heartily.

“Demon King, you overestimate yourself.”

He remained serene, his tone casual.

“I thought you’d at least bring me some challenge.”

“But it seems not.”

These words made the Demon King visibly change.

The proud Demon Race King could not tolerate such provocation.

“Kid, you’ve got a death wish!”

Before he finished speaking, a dark purple light began to gather in his palms.

This was the Demon Race’s most powerful secret technique—

World-Ending Demonic Light!

It is said those struck will vanish to nothingness, body and soul erased!

“Take this!”

The Demon King shouted, swinging his wrist.

In an instant, the sky was shrouded with demonic qi.

Numerous purple beams, sharp as blades, roared forth.

Determined to tear Zhang Beixing to pieces!

“Is that all you’ve got?”

Yet, the Vampire King scoffed with laughter.

Standing with hands behind his back, not moving an inch.

His tall figure like an unwavering pillar.

Blocking the Demon Race army ahead!

“I haven’t even made a move, and you want to kill me?”

Unfazed, he flicked his fingers lightly.

A golden beam ignited suddenly at his fingertips.

The power of the Angel’s Wing, sacred and unchallenged.

Instantly, all demonic beams vanished.

Turning to stardust, spreading throughout the world.

“This… this is impossible!”

The Demon King’s pupils shrank, incredulous at what unfolded.

His carefully plotted kill attempt obliterated with just one strike?

How powerful is this Vampire exactly?

Zhang Beixing’s lips curled slightly, calm and confident.

“Demon King, your strength isn’t much after all.”

He sneered: “Compared to me, you’re far off.”

“How about this.”

His words shifted, suddenly proposing.

“Why not lead the Demon Race and surrender to me.”

“I might consider sparing you.”

“How does that sound?”

These words sparked an uproar.

The mighty Demon Race King, can he truly submit so easily?

Especially to a mere Vampire?

Everyone awaited the Demon King’s response.

Unexpectedly.

The Demon King actually fell silent.

Seemingly pondering the feasibility of this proposition.

After a moment, he slowly lifted his head.

Gone was the previous arrogance.

Replaced by deep resignation.