"That kid named Zhang Beixing has arrived at the temple I set up..."
"Unexpectedly, he's so fortunate to inherit the War God's remnant soul."
"He even found the Ten Thousand Spirits Cauldron..."
The old man muttered to himself, his eyes inscrutable.
It was as if he was calculating something.
"Interesting." He suddenly chuckled.
"Well then, let's invite him to the Divine Realm for a trip, to see just how much true skill he possesses!"
Meanwhile, inside the palace of the Demon Race.
The Demon King wore a grim expression, tightly clutching the scepter in his hand.
"Damn Zhang Beixing, daring to act wild on my territory!"
"Even the Demon General I sent to assassinate him was killed by his hands!"
"I... I absolutely cannot let this go!"
He gritted his teeth, his eyes emitting a ghastly blood-red light.
"Someone, order the entire tribe to prepare for war. I will personally lead the army and flatten the Dark Empire!"
