"You will all bow your heads and submit!"
A few days later, in the Dark Empire.
The news spread like wildfire.
The mighty Barbarian Race was wiped out overnight, their Clan Leader dying a miserable death.
The instigator was no outsider, but that very Vampire King who made all tremble at the mere sound of his name.
For a time, the entire nation was shaken.
Countless pairs of eyes once again turned toward that lofty figure on high.
Zhang Beixing—just how long does he intend to flaunt his arrogance?
"Beixing, I've heard about what happened with the barbarians."
Alina's face was full of worry, her tone brimming with concern.
"This time, you've completely offended those tribes."
Richard chimed in from the side, clearly worried for his lord's safety.
"It's of no consequence."
The black‑haired man stood with hands clasped behind his back, utterly dismissive.
"Those mere barbarians think to shake my throne?"
"Truly delusional!"
"But that so‑called 'Divine Artifact'..."
