Chapter 1030

She was responsible for taking care of Zhao Qing in the city.

At this time, a look of grief appeared on her face.

"Sister Xin, where is Zhao Qing? Where did you hide him!"

After seeing the person who arrived, Zhao Xing asked.

"Zhao Qing, Zhao Qing is dead!"

Zhao Xin said with her head lowered.

"What, you are talking nonsense; how could he die!"

Zhao Xing shouted in disbelief.

Then, he asked again.

"Sister Xin, tell me, what exactly happened!"

"Young Master, it is true; your father died suddenly yesterday, and Zhao Qing sacrificed himself to protect everyone! Now, what should we do?"

Speaking to the end, Zhao Xin said while crying.

And at this time, Zhao Xing was already stunned.

His fists were clenched, his eyes were blood-red, and a ferocious look appeared on his face.

He said with hatred.

"Han Emperor, I, Zhao Xing, swear to take revenge!"

The voice was filled with resentment.

But his strength was too poor.

He had no way to take revenge.

He kicked the room pillar.

His entire body fell to the ground.

At this time, he felt incomparably humiliated.

But he was helpless.

And just when they were talking.

Cao Xing on the other side was leading the army to rest outside the city.

"Reporting to the commander, those Yellow Turban thieves have all been captured!"

Just when everyone was discussing the next plan.

A scout ran over to report.

Upon hearing the voice, Cao Xing nodded with satisfaction.

Then, he ordered.

"Notify everyone to rest for half a day; tomorrow we continue the attack; our target is Zhao Qingcheng!"

"Obey!"

Just after Cao Xing's voice fell, the soldiers retreated.

But Cao Xing stood on the spot, his brows furrowed, and a look of solemnity appeared on his face.

Zhao Xing's strength was powerful.

If they attacked rashly, it would definitely cause huge damage.

Thinking of this, he prepared to send scouts to investigate the enemy situation.

And just at this moment.

A group of people appeared in Cao Xing's field of vision in the distance.

The leading fierce general was clad in armor and wore a golden helmet.

A rich murderous aura radiated from his whole body.

It was none other than Xiahou Dun, the Fierce Tiger General under Xiang Yu.

Upon learning that the Great Han had captured Zhao Xing, he was incomparably excited.

At this time, he rushed toward Zhao Qingcheng without hesitation.

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Because, in this Zhao Qingcheng, there was a large supply of grain.

And, more precious was that there were actually female family members inside.

Such a good opportunity naturally made him unwilling to miss it.

And just at this moment.

Cao Xing had already discovered the other party's tracks.

He immediately ordered.

"Ready the crossbows!"

Just after the voice fell, a round of arrow rain flew out.

Screams rang out instantly.

The guards beside Xiahou Dun were all killed.

"Haha, Han rats, you are nothing more than this!"

At this time, Xiahou Dun laughed rampantly.

Then, he slashed out with the sharp blade in his hand.

The sharp blade light bloomed in the void.

Cao Xing's figure was split in two in an instant.

Blood mist permeated, and Cao Xing fell.

And just at the same time.

Zhao Xing led his subordinates to rush out of Zhao Qingcheng.

A bloodthirsty look appeared in their eyes.

"Everyone listen to my order, slaughter the people in front, leave none alive!"

The voice was filled with endless anger.

They had not expected their home to fall.

And seeing this, Xiahou Dun's pupils shrank.

This Zhao Xing was indeed worthy of being a heaven-gifted talent; he rose in such a short time.

This made him somewhat wary in his heart.

Therefore, he shouted directly.

"Zhao Xing, since you are courting death yourselves, don't blame us for being impolite!"

After the voice fell, he led the army behind him to kill.

He wanted to end the battle in the shortest time and take Zhao Qingcheng.

And Zhao Xing, upon hearing the voice, was not to be outdone.

He stretched out his palm, and in an instant, a sharp sword appeared in his control.

The long sword swept out.

Scorching energy splashed out.

After colliding with Xiahou Dun's weapon, his figure retreated.

Zhao Xing also couldn't help but retreat.

However, he did not stop the attack.

The sharp sword in his hand swung out.

Every slash contained infinite power.

Finally, Zhao Xing's sharp sword smashed onto the other party's shoulder.

Causing Xiahou Dun's shoulder blade to shatter.

The whole person appeared incomparably disheveled.

"Kill!"

Zhao Xing had no intention of stopping.

His figure darted, lunging at Xiahou Dun.

This eldest young master of the Zhao family was filled with anger at this time.