"He claims he will tear you limb from limb to avenge the old Demon King!"
Upon hearing this, the entire hall erupted into an uproar.
Everyone's faces were filled with worry and fear.
"Hmph, mere ants dare to be arrogant before me?"
Zhang Beixing sneered coldly, dismissing them entirely.
Standing with arms folded, his demeanor was composed.
As if he had everything under control.
"Let me meet this Demon King and see how long he can keep boasting."
Before the words finished, he strode out of the hall without turning back.
"Master!"
Alina hurriedly caught up, her face showing concern.
"I wish to accompany you and fight the Demon Race to the death!"
"I will go too! The master's revenge is my revenge!"
Richard clenched his fists, his fighting spirit high.
"Enough, you all stay behind."
Zhang Beixing suddenly stopped and turned to give orders.
"This battle concerns the survival of our Dark Empire and cannot afford even the slightest mistake."
