Extraordinary Realm from Persuasion System

"Damn it, I will never admit defeat!"

The Fallen Angel let out a furious roar and dove down once more.

Its pitch-black claws slashed viciously toward Zhang Beixing.

It wanted to tear him into shreds.

But Zhang Beixing only curled his lips in a contemptuous smile and blasted out a punch.

"Overestimating yourself!"

With a deafening boom, fist and claw collided.

In that instant, it felt as if heaven and earth were collapsing.

Yet in the very next moment, everyone saw a scene beyond imagination.

The enormous body of the Fallen Angel was actually sent flying by that single punch.

It tumbled in midair and crashed into the distant mountains.

Rock shattered, dust billowed.

And Zhang Beixing stood there calm and composed.

As if that earth-shattering strike just now had been nothing more than a casual move.

The Fallen Angel howled as it scrambled up, staring at Zhang Beixing in disbelief.

Its grotesque face was filled with shock and fear.

"I, a mighty expert of the Demon Realm, actually lost to a mere Human..."

"This is a humiliation beyond words!"

Zhang Beixing let out a cold laugh and spoke slowly.

"Face reality, you dog."

"Before absolute strength, Demon Race and Human Race are all just jokes."

"Weakness—that is your original sin."

These words were like a thunderclap on a clear day, exploding in the Fallen Angel’s heart.

Its entire body trembled, its eyes blood-red.

That bone-deep humiliation and unwillingness nearly drove it mad.

"You bastard, I’ll kill you!"

The Fallen Angel unleashed one final roar and charged at Zhang Beixing again.

It would trade its life for one last shred of dignity.

However, this time, Zhang Beixing no longer held back.

Brilliant light burst from his eyes, and the Holy Light Wings on his back suddenly unfolded.

"Let this be your lesson in overestimating yourself!"

On those wings, Golden Runes flared to life.

Countless streams of Holy Light actually condensed into a massive Light Saber.

The blade was dazzling from tip to hilt, radiating a sacred aura.

Like the weapon of a Celestial God, able to cleave through all evil.

"Evil-Breaking Holy Light Sword!"

Zhang Beixing barked out the name, and the Light Saber in his hand came crashing down.

Hum!

A golden sword beam tore through the sky.

Its Speed was so great it was like a bolt of lightning.

Before the Fallen Angel could even react, it felt a burst of searing pain.

It lowered its head, only to see its burly body sliced cleanly in half by that one strike.

Pitch-black blood gushed out like a spring.

And along with the blood, the dark aura within its body began rapidly dissipating.

Purified by the Holy Light, with nowhere left to flee.

"This... this is impossible..."

The Fallen Angel let out a final shriek, its eyes full of unwillingness.

In the next instant, its gigantic body crashed to the ground.

It turned into a cloud of black vapor and scattered between heaven and earth.

Yet Zhang Beixing still stood tall and unshakable.

Golden Holy Light shrouded his form.

Like a descended god, gazing down upon all living beings.

"Master has won!"

"As expected of Zhang Beixing—even a Demon Race powerhouse isn’t his match!"

Within the crowd, cheers erupted like a landslide and a tidal wave.

Everyone’s faces were lit with fervent excitement.

In their eyes, Zhang Beixing was already capable of anything.

A being standing above everything.

"This battle will probably go down in history."

"The Power Master displayed is simply beyond imagination..."

Alina and Richard were also surging with emotion.

They felt incomparably proud to be able to follow such a Master.

In that moment, the entire city was steeped in a surging atmosphere.

People gazed up at Zhang Beixing’s figure, their eyes filled with worship and awe.

However, there were those who did not share this view.

"Hmph, that brat Zhang Beixing just got lucky."

"Does he really think this makes him invincible?"

"Foolish! The true danger is yet to come!"

In a dark palace far away, an elder in black robes spoke coldly.

It was the mastermind behind this operation—Pope Alexander.

Upon learning that the Fallen Angel had been defeated, he did not show the slightest panic.

Instead, a chilling smile slowly curled at the corners of his lips.