"No need to worry."
Zhang Beixing was confident and determined.
"Into the tiger's den, to get the cub?"
"I indeed want to see what tricks these self-important folks can still pull off!"
With that, he leapt into the air.
The Angel's Wing spread, its wings sharp and fierce.
A dark aura surged behind him, like an overwhelming tide.
"Everyone, prepare to set off."
"I shall go meet those Eternal Night Elves."
"By the way, show them what a true king is!"
His voice was sonorous and indisputable.
Dominant, looking down on the world.
Zhang Beixing thus embarked on his journey, vowing to unify the Eight Desolates.
From the Northern Territory to Nanjiang, none were unaware of his reputation.
Light dimmed, the Demon Race bowed.
Even angels took notice, and Dragon Descendants fled upon hearing his name.
Now, a mysterious force surfaced.
Zhang Beixing was unafraid, instead eager to try.
In his view, it was just another chance to prove himself.
Conquer, or destroy.
