Chapter 1239 The Last Madness!

In front of the unparalleled army formation, Li Huating rode his horse and stood with his head held high.

Looking up at the panicked guards and the emperor's ministers on the palace wall, Li Huating's handsome face showed a sneer.

"Surrender without killing!"

A soft drink came out of Li Huating's mouth and echoed over the imperial city.

The soldiers of Bei Liang who stood behind Li Huating, after hearing Li Huating's light drink, drew their swords and shouted in unison.

"Surrender without killing!"

"Surrender without killing!"

"Surrender without killing!"

The evil spirit swept across the sky, and smashed the clouds with a fierce shout!

Above the imperial city, whether it was the guards, or the emperor Zhao Zhenyin and a group of ministers, all of them were pale and their bodies were weak and crumbling.

Jingle!

The sound of weapons colliding with masonry sounded.

An imperial city guard was too frightened, and the weapon in his hand fell on the city wall.

This crisp sound was like a signal.

Above the city wall, the sound of weapons colliding with masonry sounded one after another!

Jingle!

ding ding ding

All the soldiers guarding the imperial city dropped their weapons and knelt down on the city wall to welcome Li Huating!

Pfft!

Pfft!

A strange sound came from behind Zhao Zhenyin.

Zhao Zhenyin turned around stiffly, only to realize that all the ministers whom he had always valued and relied on were all on their knees!

"You, you!"

Zhao Zhenyin shook his body and pointed at the ministers with his dry fingers.

"Crazy ministers and thieves!"

"You are all scoundrels!"

Zhao Zhenyin's gray and neat hair was messed up, and at this moment, his eyes were bloodshot.

Like crazy!

Zhao Zhenyin leaned over and picked up a long sword thrown by the guard, raised his finger and pointed at the minister who was kneeling on the ground.

The bright blade swayed slightly, Zhao Zhenyin shouted hoarsely, "Damn!"

"Damn you all!"

"Crazy ministers and thieves, kill!"

The long sword in Zhao Zhenyin's hand suddenly stabbed forward, piercing a minister's chest.

"Ho ho ho..."

The minister did not expect that Zhao Zhenyin would suddenly kill the killer.

His chest was pierced, and the minister fell on the city wall with shortness of breath, without breathing.

"Next···"

Zhao Zhenyin pulled out the blood-stained long sword with all his strength, and shook the blade, trying to find the next target.

"It's you!"

Zhao Zhenyin walked messily in front of Minister Gu Ming of Fenghua Empire, raising his sword and about to stab him.

"crazy!"

"He's crazy!"

Minister Gu Ming would not be willing to die obediently, so he quickly got up, pointed at Zhao Zhenyin and shouted loudly.

The expressions of the surrounding officials changed, and they hurriedly got up and walked away from Zhao Zhenyin.

Zhao Zhenyin waved the long sword in his hand indiscriminately, trying to chase and kill all the ministers in a chaotic manner.

"Run! He's crazy!"

"The saint is crazy! Everyone, run!"

"Go away! Don't stop me!"

"Open the city gate and let City Lord Li enter the imperial city!"

"Huchi...huchi..."

Zhao Zhenyin held a sword in one hand and supported his knee in the other, bent down and panted heavily.

"You, you... huh... they are all scoundrels and thieves!"

After a long time, Zhao Zhenyin stood up straight, looked around at the group of ministers who were far away from him, and let out a desolate laughter.

"Ha ha···"

"I am the emperor of Fenghua Empire!"

Walking in a messy pace, Zhao Zhenyin raised his sword and walked to the imperial city wall.

He looked down at the Beiliang army under the city wall, and Li Huating standing in front of the army formation.

Zhao Zhenyin's hair was messy, and he shouted with bloodshot eyes, "Li Huating!"

"Even if I am alone, I will fight with you to the end!"

"Fenghua Empire is mine!"

"No one can take it away!"

bang...

The gates are open.

Li Huating ignored Zhao Zhenyin who was clamoring, and led the army into the imperial city.

Da da da···

A burst of footsteps ascended the tower.

Li Huating took a leisurely pace and walked slowly towards Zhao Zhenyin.

Zhao Zhenyin looked at Li Huating who was getting closer, his old body trembled slightly.

Jingle!

The dry palm loosened, and the long sword in Zhao Zhenyin's hand fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

Li Huating stopped.

Looking up at Zhao Zhenyin with a frightened expression, Li Huating sneered at the corner of his mouth.

"Don't you want to fight with me to the end?"

"Zhao Zhenyin, it seems that you are not as heroic as you said!"

Pfft!

Zhao Zhenyin's legs softened and he fell to his knees.

The luxurious dragon robe was covered with dust.

"City Lord Li, I..."

"I'm already a jerk!"

"Fenghua Empire is yours now, can you spare me?"

Zhao Zhenyin raised his head and looked at Li Huating with a pleading look on his face.

The knees on the ground moved forward, Zhao Zhenyin came to Li Huating.

"Let me go, okay? I don't want to die!"

Li Huating looked at the once mighty emperor, but now knelt down in front of him.

A cold light flashed in his deep eyes, and Li Huating said coldly, "From the moment when the news of my father and mother's death came back to Beiliang City..."

"I swear that one day, I will make you kneel on the ground and beg me!"

"but···"

A sneer appeared on Li Huating's handsome face, "No matter how you beg me, you will die!"

Zhao Zhenyin's face was as pale as dead wood, and he collapsed to the ground with his arms drooping around his waist.

"Ha ha···"

"Ha ha···"

"I have led the Fenghua Empire for thirty years!"

"Enjoyed all the glory and wealth, but didn't expect to end up like this!"

Zhao Zhenyin looked up at Li Huating, the fear on his face slowly dissipated.

"But before I die..."

"I will also take you to the funeral!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Zhenyin twisted his hands around his waist on the jade buckle of his belt.

Swish!

A dark shadow sprang from Zhao Zhenyin's waist, targeting Li Huating!

"Be careful, son!"

At the moment when Zhao Zhenyin shot, Honglian standing beside Li Huating was shocked.

The delicate body twisted subconsciously and blocked in front of Li Huating!

puff!

A mouthful of blood spurted out of Honglian's mouth, staining the white fur that Li Huating was wearing.

"red lotus···"

Li Huating stared blankly at the breathless red lotus in his arms, his face full of disbelief.

"how so?"

"Red Lotus, don't scare me!"

Zhao Zhenyin, who was kneeling on the ground, did not expect that his fatal blow was actually stopped by a woman.

"Ha ha···"

"It's so, so it's so!"

Zhao Zhenyin's desolate voice awakened Li Huating.

A cold light flashed in the dark eyes, Li Huating held the sword in one hand and turned around and waved.

Zheng!

Gollum...

The long sword slid across Zhao Zhenyin's neck.

After a while, Zhao Zhenyin's head rolled to the ground.

Jingle!

The long sword in Li Huating's hand fell to the ground, holding the body of Red Lotus in both hands.

"Royal doctor! Hurry to find the imperial doctor!"

Red Lotus struggled to raise her hand to touch Li Huating's face.

"No, no need..."

"Sir, Red Lotus is leaving..."

"It's a pity that in this life, Red Lotus can't continue to serve the young master..."