Chapter 1267

He felt that things were not looking good.

If Zhao Xing really brought the Grandmaster-level retainers.

He would be in danger.

And just as he was worrying.

Zhao Xing walked into the room.

He saw an old man sitting on a meditation cushion, closing his eyes to rest.

His long hair was disheveled, and sharp light flickered in his turbid eyes.

It seemed as if he were cultivating.

"Greetings, Ancestor!"

Upon seeing the other party, Zhao Xing said respectfully.

He then recounted the whole story.

"Hmph, a bunch of idiots; how could the people of the Great Qian Dynasty know so many secrets?

This time, we have fallen, but he definitely won't get any advantage either!"

The Ancestor's cold voice rang out.

He then continued.

"Let's go, follow me out of seclusion!"

The two then walked toward the outside.

When they had just come out, their pupils shrank involuntarily.

They saw the city wall at this moment.

Black armor was everywhere, and the Great Wei heavy cavalry, like a flood, were surging continuously.

Their faces were filled with bloodthirst.

Appearing very terrifying.

"Han Emperor, you go too far!"

Zhao Qingde exclaimed.

He then waved his hand, signaling the army behind him to meet the battle.

However, before they could get close to the city wall.

A deafening dragon roar rang out at this moment.

It was Zhao Xing who had taken action first.

He saw a cloud layer rising above his head.

After this cloud layer gathered at the top.

It transformed into a giant python.

It pounced toward the Great Wei soldiers.

Wherever it passed, Great Wei generals let out miserable screams.

Their orderly pace was disrupted and scattered.

Zhao Xing, however, did not stop.

With two more punches, he smashed those armies into minced meat.

Such a scene made Zhao Qingde's eyes split with rage.

But he had no way to stop it.

Now, he finally understood.

No wonder the Han Emperor was not willing to let him off easily.

It turned out it was premeditated.

This Great Wei attack on the Great Qin.

Not only compensated for the provisions but also cost him millions of troops.

If he hadn't resisted desperately, he would probably have died here.

Zhao Qingde slapped the table and chairs in front of him, tears streaming from his eyes.

His strength was peerlessly powerful.

But he had not expected.

That in front of the Han Emperor, he would be forced to such a point.

He then said slowly.