Chapter 1365 - 552: Dark Emperor (Part 2)

Zhang Beixing spoke coldly, looking down from above.

"Submit obediently, and I’ll give you a quick end."

"Otherwise, I’ll make you wish you were dead."

The threatening words echoed in the air for a long time.

The gale howled, clouds rolled a thousand miles.

As if responding to this monarch’s resolution.

Gabriel eventually sighed heavily and knelt in despair.

He understood that he had no escape route.

"I...I concede..."

The proud Light Envoy met his demise here.

"From now on, the Holy See shall follow your lead..."

The humble vow, each word weighed heavily.

Like a giant stone crushing down, suffocating.

His submission marked the complete downfall of the Holy See, forever groveling at the feet of the Dark Emperor.

"Foolish! Cowardly!"

Zhang Beixing sneered, showing disdain.

Such insignificant ants dare to challenge him?

Utterly overestimating their abilities!

"Beixing, you did it! You’ve conquered the whole world!"

Alina cried with joy, excitedly throwing herself into her lover’s arms.

At this moment, she felt immense pride for her man.

"Master is wise! The Dark Empire will remain eternal!"

Richard knelt on one knee, his tone steadfast and reverent.

He swore to serve his lord with all his might, unto his last breath.

"Congratulations, Host, on ascending the throne and uniting the world."

The voice from the Persuasion System also carried a hint of satisfaction.

"But don’t become complacent, the road is long, and greater challenges await."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Beixing said little.

He gazed into the distance with burning eyes.

Yes, to traverse the world—what does it even mean?

His ambition far exceeds that.

On the throne, loneliness and isolation abound.

Endless power and might could not fill the void in his heart.

What else in this world has he yet to obtain?

What can make his heart stir once more?

Just as Zhang Beixing fell into contemplation, shocking news arrived.

"Your Majesty, it’s not good! A mysterious force from the North claims to be ’Dragon Descendants’!"

The scout rushed to report, face pale as paper.

"Their leader not only possesses immense strength but can also control the elements..."

Once these words fell, everyone changed their expressions.

The Dragon Race? They are the immortal ancient Divine Beasts!

Could there be an existence surpassing the Dark Emperor in this world?

"Interesting..."

A glimmer of excitement flashed in Zhang Beixing’s eyes, his lips curving slightly.

"Send the order immediately. I must see what this ’Dragon Descendant’ has to show!"

In the distant Northern Territory, the desolate snowfield.

Towering spires reached into the clouds.

Numerous knights clad in silver armor stood ready.

Leading them was a tall man, surrounded by Raiden.

"I am Su Luo, Direct Disciple of the Dragon Race Clan Leader."

He spoke, voice like a resonant bell, shaking the firmament.

"Zhang Beixing, your actions have disturbed ancient forces."

"Today, I will execute justice on behalf of heaven and eliminate this scourge!"

Before his voice faded, the world changed color.

A purple bolt of lightning suddenly struck down.

Headed directly for Zhang Beixing’s face, unstoppable.

"Beixing, watch out!"

Alina screamed, hurriedly spreading her wings to shield her lover.

Richard was also shocked, brandishing his longsword as he charged.

Yet, in the nick of time.

Zhang Beixing simply smiled faintly, unmoving.

He merely extended a finger and flicked it lightly.

An earth-shattering explosion erupted in the heights of the sky.

Blazing thunder light and demonic flames interweaved instantly into a web.

In the face of such a destructive force, everything seemed so insignificant.

"How...how is this possible?"

Su Luo’s face changed drastically, pupils contracting sharply.

The mighty Dragon secret technique, unable to even scratch the opponent?

Who exactly is this man before him?

Zhang Beixing stood with his hands behind his back, scornfully glancing at the other.

Compared to earlier, his aura was even stronger and domineering.

"I, Zhang Beixing, am the master of darkness and light."

"Neither Angel nor Dragon Race will make me bow!"

Each word, forceful as it landed, leaving no room for doubt.

"Presumptuous! How dare you provoke the Dragon Race?"

Su Luo burst into fury, arcs of electricity crackling around him.

"Today, I’ll show you what true power means!"

With that, he raised both hands high.

A Thunderbolt spear appeared out of thin air.

Containing the disastrous might to annihilate heaven and earth, intimidating all.

"Die, demon!"

Accompanied by a furious roar, Su Luo leaped up.

With the divine weapon in hand, he thrust straight at Zhang Beixing’s heart.

This strike was incredibly swift.

It came with unstoppable momentum.

Everyone present couldn’t help but glance sideways.

However, the Dark Emperor remained unhurried.

Facing the storm-like offensive, he merely sneered repeatedly.

Just as the spear was about to pierce its target.

The Angel’s Wing suddenly unfolded.

An overwhelming oppressive force was abruptly released.

Bang!

A thunderous crash that was terrifyingly earth-shattering.

Su Luo was seen falling straight down like a kite with a broken string.

He smashed onto the ground, raising clouds of dust.

"Ugh..."

The Dragon Descendant groaned in pain, his face twisted and deformed.

No longer possessing his former domineering and unrivaled demeanor.

"I warned you not to challenge my limits."

Zhang Beixing’s voice was icy as he stepped forward slowly.

"When will you self-proclaimed righteous ones see reality?"

"No... impossible..."

Su Luo struggled unwillingly, unable to rise again.

He stared at Zhang Beixing, his gaze filled with horror and confusion.

Why?

How could a proud heir of the Dragon Race lose so completely?

Could it be... there truly exists a force that transcends all life?

"I don’t believe it! Even if I die, the Dragon Race will never bow to you!"

Su Luo shouted hoarsely, his expression resolute.

"Someday, someone will defeat you, this evil tyrant!"

"Is that so? Then I’d like to see who can achieve that."

Zhang Beixing dismissed it, waving his hand lightly in the void.

Swish!

Sharp blade unsheathed, its cold light piercing.

With a squelch, it embedded into the Dragonkin Leader’s throat.

Blood spewed forth, staining the vast snowfield red.

Su Luo collapsed to the ground, silent forevermore.

Once an awe-inspiring powerhouse, ultimately unable to escape the fate of death.

"Master, you’re mighty! The Dragon Race is nothing!"

Richard trembled with excitement, shouting again.

This battle would surely become an immortal monument of the Dark Empire.

"Beixing, with you here, I’m not afraid of anything."

Alina nestled in her lover’s embrace, sweetly and happily.

Who cares about Dragon Race and Divine Race, all are unimportant.

[Host, I’m more and more impressed by you.]

The voice of the Persuasion System carried a hint of sentiment.

[At this rate, perhaps the whole world will bow at your feet.]

Zhang Beixing heard this but didn’t show much joy.

He gazed mysteriously around him, his lips slightly raised.

Yes, perhaps this is his destiny.

Destined to become an existence that transcends all life.

Destined to make heaven and earth submit, all creatures bow.

This is the great achievement belonging to the Dark Emperor.

Yet, just as Zhang Beixing was about to reach greater heights.

A shocking secret quietly surfaced.

A truth even he hadn’t envisioned.

It turns out, deep in this continent.

Another ancient race is still hidden.

They are known as—

"Eternal Night Elves"

It is said that these mysterious beings.

Are the product of both darkness and light.

Possessing power beyond the mundane, with unfathomable wisdom.

For thousands of years, they have been watching in the shadows.

Waiting for an existence that can unify the world.

Waiting for the man destined to become the Eternal Night King.

"Didn’t expect such a race..."

Upon learning the truth, Zhang Beixing fell into contemplation.

This situation seems more complex than he imagined.

But after thinking for a moment, he sneered aloud.

Just some elves, wanting to compete with me?

It’s simply wishful thinking!

"Master, should we eliminate this hidden menace early?"

Richard fretted, hurriedly offering advice.

"To prevent more complications in the future..."

"Indeed, Beixing, the strength of the Eternal Night Elves shouldn’t be underestimated."

Alina’s eyes were filled with worry, her tone apprehensive.

"Along with the Dragon Race and the Holy See of Light..."

She hesitated, as if holding onto a secret.