Chapter 1005

The members of the Zhao Tribe beside him looked on in horror.

They did not expect Liu Zheng to know the Dark Moon Demon God.

One had to know, the other party was a master.

However, Liu Zheng's guards did not hesitate.

They charged forward directly.

As they clashed, the air exploded in an instant.

A thick blood mist permeated the space.

Screams echoed throughout the field.

At the same time, Liu Zheng took Zhao Xin's jade hand.

And walked toward the great hall.

Seeing such a scene.

Zhao Xing's pupils contracted, his face looking incredibly ugly.

Not only was his sister taken away, but even the Dark Moon Demon God had been defeated by the Han Emperor.

How could he not be afraid?

Yet, just as he was thinking of a way to escape.

Liu Zheng's voice had already sounded.

"Brother Zhao, stay your step; how about I see you off?"

His voice carried a hint of mockery.

It caused Zhao Xing to freeze in his tracks.

However, he immediately shouted.

"Han Emperor, I am the leader of the tribe; if you dare to touch me, the entire grassland will not forgive you!"

His voice was filled with resentment.

Yet, just after his voice fell.

Liu Zheng pointed his fingers like a blade, directly slicing through the void.

A scorching blade aura whistled out.

In the heavens, it transformed into a brilliant meteor.

It crashed downward.

In an instant, Zhao Xing's body collapsed onto the ground.

A look of despair flashed in his eyes.

Then, he closed his eyes forever.

The onlookers around them all wore expressions of shock.

They did not expect Liu Zheng to act the moment he said he would.

However, they had no intention of blaming him.

After all, the people of the Zhao Tribe were far too overbearing.

Zhao Xing was even more unreasonable.

Anyone would be angry in such a situation.

Then, the group left the place.

On the other side.

Zhao Xing's eyes were bloodshot.

"Your Majesty, the Han Emperor, I, Zhao Xing, will remember this.

From this day forward, my plant territory and you shall be irreconcilable enemies!"

His voice contained endless hatred.

"Hmph, I'll be ready anytime!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Zheng said coldly.

Then, he led his army behind him and marched toward the city.

No matter what, the Zhao Tribe was an existence he had to eradicate.

And just as Liu Zheng returned to the palace.

Outside the city at this time.

A troop of iron cavalry was advancing rapidly.

The mounts they rode were Golden Lion-Tiger Beasts.

They were all formed from pure-blooded demonic beasts.

Each warhorse weighed over a hundred jin.

Especially the person at the very front, riding a giant wolf.

He exuded an even more ferocious aura.

"Father, do you think the Han envoy will bring those spirit herbs this time?"

This person had a burly build, and his forehead was covered in sweat.

Clearly, the journey had taken a great toll.

But deep in his eyes, a sharp light surged.

His current cultivation had already reached the fifth level of the Primordial Saint.

Such a cultivation speed could only be described as terrifying.

Zhao Xing, a figure of an ambitious hero.

Upon hearing the voice, he said slowly.

"Do not underestimate that Han Emperor; this time we must capture him alive, so do not cause any trouble!"

As the voice sounded, Zhao Qiyuan said respectfully.

And just after his voice fell.

Zhao Qiyu asked again.

"Then Father, do you think the people of the Han will really obey us obediently?

After all, we have already formed a blood feud with them!"

Zhao Qiyu's voice rang out.

He seemed somewhat uneasy.