Chapter 1229 - 488: Intimidating the Ministers (Part 2)

"Next, it’s your turn!"

As the words landed, ten thousand demons wailed.

Countless demonic qi spread out, enveloping the entire battlefield.

Meanwhile, Zhang Beixing, far away in the Capital City, suddenly looked up.

His face turned grim, murder apparent.

"Damn it! It’s an ambush!"

He immediately realized something was wrong.

But soon, he regained his composure.

A cold smile even appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Hongjun, you old thing, just as worthless as I thought."

"Do you really think I’m a lamb waiting to be slaughtered?"

In the next moment, he suddenly made a move.

Golden light shone from his palm, as a phantom sun appeared.

"Break for me!"

With a shout, it shook the heavens and earth.

In the next instant, countless golden beams shot forth from his palm.

Where they passed, mountains and rivers changed color, vegetation caught fire.

In the blink of an eye, they had entered the battlefield.

They collided head-on with the overwhelming demonic qi.

Boom!

The earth-shattering collision exploded again.

A terrifying wave of energy swept across the land.

Everyone was knocked to the ground by this impact.

Only Zhang Beixing stood firm, unmoved.

Standing with hands behind his back, aloof and above.

"Hongjun, do you admit your guilt?"

His voice, like thunder, exploded over the battlefield.

"You think a mere scheme can trap me?"

"Utter delusion!"

Before his voice faded, he suddenly swung his palm.

The gust of his palm like a knife, sharp and exposed.

Directly targeting Hongjun’s face, vowing to strike him down!

"Stop!"

At the critical moment, an ethereal voice suddenly echoed in the void.

Soon after, an elder with white hair and beard appeared.

Standing between Zhang Beixing and Hongjun!

It was none other than the Persuasion System!

"Se... Senior..."

Upon seeing the person, Zhang Beixing’s pupils shrank.

He hurriedly retracted his hand and respectfully bowed.

But in his eyes, the murderous intent remained strong.

[Host, it is best to proceed cautiously in this battle.]

The Persuasion System spoke gravely, its tone solemn.

[Though Hongjun is insidious and cunning, his cultivation isn’t to be underestimated.]

[If you clash head-on, the odds are grim.]

These words were undoubtedly a stern awakening for Zhang Beixing.

Indeed, even with boundless divine skills, one must not be arrogant.

Moreover, today’s enemy is far from ordinary demons.

"Thank you for the guidance, Senior, your disciple will remember it."

Zhang Beixing humbly accepted the teachings, nodding repeatedly.

The murderous intent between his brows gradually subsided.

"Hongjun, for Senior’s sake,"

"this time, I’ll let you go."

"But remember, don’t let it happen again!"

He stood with hands behind his back, his tone icy.

Upon hearing this, Hongjun’s face turned furious.

"Zhang Beixing, you’re far too arrogant!"

"With your limited skill, you dare act presumptuously before me?"

"Truly ignorant of the breadth of the heavens and earth!"

"Ha, just a wicked little man, daring to utter wild statements?"

Zhang Beixing sneered dismissively, not bothering to argue further.

He merely cast Hongjun a cold glance before turning and leaving without a second thought.

No longer paying attention to the Demon Race flaunting power behind him.

"My lord!"

In the distance, Richard and Alina rushed over.

Seeing Zhang Beixing unharmed, both were overjoyed beyond measure.

They crawled to kneel on the ground, tears welling up.

"We... we failed you, almost burying your great undertaking..."

Alina spoke with deep remorse, her voice choked.

"Alina, Richard, stand up."

Zhang Beixing waved his hand, unconcerned.

In his view, this ambush was within expectations.

Instead, it allowed him to see through the Demon Race’s reality.

"That old fox Hongjun is even more troublesome than I imagined."

His gaze deepened, his thoughts unspoken.

At this moment, whether the Persuasion System or the two beside him.

They could all sense the extraordinary aura emanating from Zhang Beixing.

It was the confidence inherent in a true powerhouse.

The solitary pride that insists none in the world can match.

The destined demeanor of a king who will achieve greatness!

"My lord, we are willing to risk life and limb for you without hesitation!"

Richard and Alina shouted in unison, their fighting spirit high.

Life and death, honor and disgrace, all hang on my lord’s whim.

"Good!"

Zhang Beixing roared to the heavens, his spirit soaring.

"Hongjun, in this battle, we will have a long future ahead!"

"Just watch as I sweep away the Demon Race and restore peace to the world!"

His words were powerful, resonating through the air.

They stirred the hearts of all the ministers and generals, making their blood boil.

Taking advantage of this moment, the leaders gathered around.

Each eager to achieve merit for their lord.

[Host, you must think this through carefully.]

The Persuasion System’s voice rang out once more in his mind.

[This battle promises to be exceptionally dangerous.]

[But with me here, you can rest assured.]

Zhang Beixing felt a warmth in his heart upon hearing this.

He was deeply grateful to his mentor.

With his assistance and these loyal subjects,

what could possibly be impossible for him?

"Send the order, command all units to stand ready."

"If there is any trace of the Demon Race, they are to be annihilated without exception!"

"Richard, Alina, return to the palace with me."

"I wish to discuss in detail with you the strategy to repel the enemy."

He departed with his hands behind his back, his dragon robe fluttering.

Zhang Beixing’s figure disappeared into the sea of people, sparking endless discussion among the subjects.

Some marveled at his martial prowess, others admired his wisdom, and some were in awe of his ambition.

However, for Zhang Beixing himself, all these were just milestones on his path to the summit.

He knew he bore the heavy responsibility of changing this world and could not retreat at this pivotal moment.

"My lord, the Demon Race is mighty, do we truly stand a chance?"

Back at the palace, Alina couldn’t help but voice her doubts.

As the Vampire Princess, she understood the terrifying nature of the Demon Race.

They were an ancient and powerful race with unimaginable strength.

"Alina, you underestimate me."

Zhang Beixing’s lips curled into a confident smile.

"The mere Demon Race, in my eyes, are nothing more than ants."

"I want them to know that this world is no longer theirs for the taking."

After speaking, he stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze intense.

As if he already saw the dawn of victory.

Upon hearing this, Richard too was filled with fighting spirit.

"My lord is wise! With such means, what do we have to fear?"

"Indeed."

Zhang Beixing nodded, his tone unwavering.

"This battle concerns the existence of Great Zhou."

"We must not retreat, we must give the Demon Race a resounding defeat!"

[Host, as you say, but do remember not to be careless.]

[Although the Demon Race may be easily defeated, there may be other forces lurking behind them.]

[We must plan carefully to ensure victory.]

"I understand."

Zhang Beixing nodded slightly, yet his gaze grew even more resolute.

As the System mentioned, this battle may not be as simple as it seems on the surface.

But no matter what, he must forge ahead and never retreat.

Because he knew, behind him lay not only a flourishing Great Zhou,

but also countless common folk, hoping and yearning for a better life.

He must not let them down!

The next morning, the square outside the Imperial Palace was abuzz with people.

Countless ministers and soldiers gathered here, ready for battle.

Zhang Beixing stood atop a high platform, draped in a dragon robe, exuding an extraordinary presence.

Glancing around, his gaze was like a torch.

"Beloved subjects, today’s battle concerns the rise and fall of Great Zhou."

"If anyone dares to retreat, I will be the first to take his head!"

Though his voice was not loud, every word was resounding and powerful.

The crowd below, all stood in solemn respect.

"My lord, I am willing to give my life for you, to serve loyally unto death!"

Someone shouted loudly, followed by thousands echoing in unison.

"My lord is wise! We are willing to risk life and limb for you without hesitation!"

"Please, my lord, guide us forward!"

In the tumultuous roar, Zhang Beixing’s lips curled into a smile.

Gazing around, his eyes grew even more resolute.

At that moment, a respectful voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

"My lord, the scouts report that the Demon Race army is forming a battle formation in the suburbs of the Capital, ready to attack at any moment!"

As soon as the words fell, the crowd was in uproar.

Countless soldiers showed signs of panic.

However, what was unexpected to everyone was.

Zhang Beixing did not show a trace of panic, instead... he laughed heartily?

"Haha, they have come!"

He roared towards the sky, his spirit soaring.

"That old fool Hongjun, couldn’t wait to find death!"

"Very well, I will see what powers the Demon Race possess!"

With that, he strode rapidly toward the city gates.