Chapter 1017

The plant territory where Zhao Xing was located had already become a mess.

Millions of citizens had died tragically here.

Liu Zheng was unaware of all this, but the Flame Lord understood it very clearly.

And after Zhao Xing witnessed the Han Emperor's brutality and ruthlessness.

He did not dare to provoke the other party anymore.

He had not only lost his offspring but also lost a major stronghold.

If he were to look for trouble again, he feared he would lose his own life as well.

Therefore, he could only avoid the sharp edge for now.

At this moment, after returning to the Zhao Tribe, he convened an emergency meeting.

He wanted to discuss how to resist the Han.

Other tribal leaders, although unwilling to be enemies with the Han Emperor.

The Zhao Tribe was the hegemon of the entire grassland.

They could not afford to not give the other party face.

Therefore, after a brief silence, they said slowly.

"Since the Great Elder has invited us here, let us help the Zhao family.

The army will gather in one place from this moment on, arrive outside the range of Shendan City, join forces with the Zhao family, and work together for the great cause!"

After speaking, he stood up.

Other tribal leaders nodded at this time as well.

Afterward, they followed him and left the hall.

Zhao Xing was recovering in seclusion.

He felt that he was not far from a breakthrough.

However, just at this moment.

A guard ran into the hall in a panic.

He said with a trembling voice.

"Report to the Great Elder, the Han army has attacked.

We cannot hold them off!"

At this moment, he was almost crying.

Zhao Xing arrived outside the city.

Looking at the army before him, he roared angrily.

"Flame Lord, you bastard, why are you slaughtering my Zhao clansmen? I will fight you to the death!"

As the voice sounded, his figure lunged toward the Flame Lord in an instant.

At this moment, his heart was already insane.

This battle, Zhao Xing had to win.

Only by winning.

Could he restore the dignity of the Zhao family and ensure his own interests.

Therefore, how could there be any negligence at this time?

However, how could he be a match for the Flame Lord?

Just as he got close, he was blasted away.

Afterward, a shrill voice rang out.

"Zhao Xing, you coward, come and help quickly, otherwise my Zhao family is finished."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qingyun's face revealed a look of grief.

His brother had ultimately been defeated.

But even so, what could he do?

At this moment, the only thing Zhao Qingyun could do was flee for his life.

Around him, many Zhao soldiers were shot and killed at this time.

But they dared not waste any time.

They fled quickly.

And on the other side, Zhao Xing, after receiving a heavy punch from Xiang Yu.

He was already on the verge of death.

His eyes were wide open, watching the people around him die one by one.

Finally, he could no longer endure it.

He roared: "Liu Zheng, you brat, I will be irreconcilable with you!"

His voice was filled with endless resentment.

Yet, just after his voice fell.

A scorching sword light flashed, and the Flame Lord and Zhao Xing clashed together.

Among those of the same rank, the other party feared no one.

The patriarch of the Zhao family also joined the battle at this time.

However, the two of them were simply no match.

After dodging three rounds of arrow rain, Zhao Xing launched a lethal attack on the Flame Lord.

He was prepared to risk his life.

The Zhao family was the foundation of his lifelong struggle.

If this place were destroyed, he would never be able to recover.

And just as he attacked.

The Flame Lord also met him at the same time.

The giant hammer in his hand swung out, making a banging sound.

Zhao Xing's blade aura dissipated instantly upon contact.

Then, Zhao Qingyun's neck was pierced through.

Blood splattered out.

The patriarch of the Zhao Tribe had fallen.

And there was nothing left of his corpse.

This made Zhao Xing understand in his heart.

He had lost.

But he was not reconciled.

His figure leaped up.

The curved blade in his hand sliced through the firmament, wanting to kill the Flame Lord.

The giant axe slashed out.

A powerful force blasted out.

Zhao Xing's figure was blasted away.

At this moment, a bloody hole appeared on his chest.

Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

But he still insisted on standing in place.

"Han Emperor, I, Zhao Xing, swear that one day I will take revenge.

I curse you to a miserable death!"

Zhao Xing roared.

And just after his voice fell.

Xiang Yu's eyes revealed a solemn look.

Because he felt a powerful essence surging from Zhao Xing's body.

He knew too much about such things.

Zhao Xing was clearly not reconciled to his failure.

And wanted to use a secret technique to improve his cultivation.