In the heart, a storm of astonishment arose.
Originally, it was thought that Zhang Beixing was just a young hothead.
Unexpectedly, he possessed such heaven-reaching skills!
"No... we dare not resist you..."
Someone kneeled, begging for mercy, speaking incoherently.
"However, we humbly ask the lord to show mercy and spare our lives!"
"Ha, it seems you still don't understand."
Zhang Beixing let out a cold laugh, pointing with his longsword.
A blazing white light pierced through that person's chest instantly.
Blood splattered, dyeing the ground red.
"In front of me, you have no right to negotiate."
"Everything must follow my commands."
"Remember, I am the ruler of this world!"
Zhang Beixing's voice seemed to come from the heavens above.
Carrying an undeniable majesty.
"Understand?"
"Un... under... stood..."
The crowd trembled like leaves, nodding repeatedly.
Afraid to further anger this ruler.
In the next moment, the apocalyptic scene before them suddenly vanished.
