"This... how is this possible..." The City Lord was dumbfounded, unable to believe the scene before his eyes.
The grand army of the Alien Race collapsed instantly, completely routed!
And all of this, was the doing of just one person—Zhang Beixing!
"Who... who are you really?!" The City Lord asked shakily, his legs trembling uncontrollably.
"Who am I?" Zhang Beixing's lips curled into a cruel smile.
"I am the ruler of this world, your king!"
Before the words settled, he suddenly flashed to appear before the City Lord.
His fingers, claw-like, tightly grasped the other's throat.
"I'll ask one last time, are you willing to submit to me?" Zhang Beixing's voice was as icy as winter, laced with a chilling intent to kill.
The City Lord's eyes rolled back, face ashen. He knew that if he didn't agree, death awaited.
"I... I am willing..." he stammered out the words, nearly biting his own tongue.
Only then did Zhang Beixing release his grip, his smile widening brightly.
