Chapter 1279

Lunging toward Qiu Ming.

As his palms churned, the vast power of a true dragon instantly covered the heavens.

Such a scene caused Song Jiang's pupils to shrink involuntarily.

But immediately after, the ferocious look on his face became even more intense.

His fist aura collided with Zhao Xing's.

An explosive sound rang out instantly.

Both of them spat out a mouthful of blood, but they did not stop.

Qiu Ming attacked again.

Only, this time, Zhao Xing appeared extremely relaxed.

When their fist lights collided again.

The opponent was shaken away.

This time, it was even more miserable, falling directly to the ground.

And Zhao Xing's footsteps did not stop.

As his figure flashed, he arrived beside Qiu Ming.

He stepped down.

Blood flowed from the opponent's mouth and nose.

His eyes revealed a look of unwillingness.

He wanted to resist, but he simply could not.

Zhao Xing's sole stepped on his shoulder.

A chilling voice rang out in an instant.

"Now do you know why I killed your son!"

As he spoke, he applied force with his foot.

Qiu Ming's bones shattered, and his whole body lay on the ground like mush.

At this time, how could he still care about being majestic.

He lay on the ground begging for mercy.

And at the same time.

A look of astonishment also appeared in Liu Zheng's eyes.

He had never expected that Zhao Xing would be so powerful.

Qiu Ming was a master of the imperial clan.

He had not expected him to be defeated.

Liu Zheng came to Zhao Xing's side and bowed: "Han Emperor, how should this Qiu Ming be dealt with."

His voice was filled with respect.

"Kill him!"

After the words fell, Qiu Ming was completely panicked.

He hurriedly spoke.

"Han Emperor, spare my life, Han Emperor, spare my life, I am willing to serve Your Majesty as a dog or horse.

Please, Your Majesty, spare me!"

Upon hearing the voice.

A smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Xing's mouth.

"I like useful people the most!"

Following that, he waved his hand to signal.

Liu Zheng did not have any hesitation, drawing his sword and slashing down.

A head flew up in an instant.

The surrounding common people, seeing this scene, all knelt on the ground.

Although they were afraid, they admired Zhao Xing even more.

With a single sentence, he could make the opponent kneel and surrender; this was something they would never dare to do.

Only, at this time, Zhao Xing did not care about those common people, walking straight into the city gate.

Liu Zheng followed behind him, heading toward the palace.

"His Majesty the Han Emperor has arrived!"

Just as they walked into the hall, a burst of noise rang out.

Various feudal lords were gathered here.

And Liu Zheng's body began to tremble.

If it were normal times, he would not be afraid.

However, he was now seriously injured.

He could not help the Emperor in the slightest.

And just when he was preparing to retreat.

Zhao Xing's faint voice rang out.

"Liu Zheng, sit by my side!"

Upon hearing the voice, sweat appeared on Liu Zheng's forehead.

He felt that Zhao Xing was preparing to get him killed.

These guys were all various feudal lords; if he sat here, wouldn't he be courting death.

But since Zhao Xing had already spoken.

He could not refuse.

After all, he was now the Prime Minister of the Great Song.

Thinking of this, he could only bite the bullet and sit down.

However, just after he had sat down.

A burst of air-piercing sounds rang out.

Following that, several generals rushed in.

The leader was a general wearing purple-gold armor.

Behind him followed a group of elite warriors.

It was none other than the Eastern Depot Superintendent, Li Jing.

The Great Song's crisis this time was entirely resolved by them.

And a smile appeared on the corner of Liu Zheng's mouth at this time.

He said slowly.

"System, I want to summon!"

His voice was filled with a cold intent.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for a successful summon, obtaining the surrender of Zhang Yongan, with a cultivation of Sixth-Tier Deity!

Does the host wish to accept!"