Chapter 1292

"Hoo—!"

He exhaled a light breath, and instantly, the air seemed to freeze.

However, just as he was preparing to scout the surroundings.

A roar suddenly rang out.

Following that, a giant boulder descended from the sky.

The speed of this boulder was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it crashed into one of the Great Han's formations.

It caused a look of surprise to involuntarily appear in Zhao Xing's eyes.

Not only that.

After the boulder smashed the armor on the surrounding soldiers.

It actually came straight toward Zhao Xing.

This caused his pupils to shrink involuntarily.

Then, he met it with a punch.

The giant boulder shattered instantly.

And Zhao Xing, at this moment, leaped high into the air.

His brows furrowed, because during the collision just now.

He had felt the terrifying power contained within that boulder.

If it were an ordinary person, they wouldn't even be able to withstand a single strike.

Then, a look of solemnity appeared in his eyes.

The corners of his mouth even curled into a smile.

This time, perhaps he could really teach that Liu Zheng a lesson.

And just after Zhao Xing had appeared.

Among those rogue cultivators, several figures also walked out.

They were clearly envoys dispatched by the Donghua Saint.

At this moment, their faces revealed a ferocious look.

"Haha, Great Han Dynasty, today we act under the Saint's orders."

"We are to thoroughly exterminate the Great Han; if you obediently surrender,"

"we might spare your lives, otherwise, don't blame us for being impolite!"

After finishing, they actually took the lead in attacking Zhao Xing.

At this moment, they appeared incomparably arrogant.

However, just as they approached the other party.

A roar erupted from Zhao Xing's mouth.

He struck out with a palm.

The blazing palm print bloomed with dazzling light in the firmament.

Everywhere it passed.

It caused those rogue cultivators to even involuntarily pause.

They had not expected that someone could be so fierce.

However, just before they could react.

A loud noise rang out.

An irresistible energy swept across the entire void.

The heads of those people were directly blasted into smithereens.

Fresh blood splattered across the field.

The aura of death permeated the air.

Causing everyone to tremble.

And Zhao Xing did not intend to stop.

He continued to take steps forward, the pressure on his body surging outward.

Causing those rogue cultivators to not even dare to step forward.

Especially behind him.

Those generals all revealed looks of excitement.

They had followed Liu Zheng for so long, and finally, they were seeing a time to hold their heads high.

At this moment, how could they be polite?

Their figures flew through the air.

Blade light raged, and one rogue cultivator after another fell.

And Zhao Xing became increasingly fierce.

When he had been slaughtering for a full half-stick of incense's time.

And there was not a single living thing left on the field.

Only then did he stop.

At this moment, a cold light flashed in Zhao Xing's eyes.

Looking at the secret realm, he muttered to himself.

"Hmph, daring to provoke His Majesty is a path to death!"

Immediately after, he prepared to leave.

However, just at this moment, he saw a brilliant sword light slashing toward him.

"... Seeking death!"

A roar came from Zhao Xing's mouth.

Then, his figure flashed and he dodged it.

He saw clearly who the attacker was.

Who else could it be but a disciple of the Donghua Saint?

At this moment, his eyes were filled with a cold, icy look.

And that Donghua Saint's disciple did not retreat in the slightest.

Holding a sharp blade, he lunged at Zhao Xing again.

At this moment, the opponent had already reached the seventh level of the God King realm.

Moreover, his methods were strange; even an average eighth-level expert would likely find it difficult to match him.

However, who was Zhao Xing? The commander of the Great Han's tiger-wolf army.

In addition, the cultivation art he practiced was unique.

How could he fear a mere Donghua Saint?

He immediately roared.

Following a loud bang.

The two sides collided fiercely.

At this moment, a wound actually appeared on the chest of the Donghua Saint's disciple.

He looked at Zhao Xing in disbelief.

He simply could not believe that the opponent's strength could be so powerful.

And Zhao Xing was unwilling to give the opponent a chance to catch his breath.

The long spear in his hand was brandished.

A large head flew up.

A blood mist drifted away.

When the Great Han soldiers saw such a scene.

Their faces revealed looks of joy.

These rogue cultivators committed all kinds of evil on a daily basis.

Now that they had died at the hands of a Great Han general.

It was naturally worth celebrating.

And at the same time.