Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

On the official road of the Gale Grassland, a dark shadow streaked across the sky like lightning, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

He was a knight dressed in black, tall and imposing, like a black stone monument standing on the grassland. He carried a heavy sword on his back, its blade gleaming with a cold light, as if it could devour any enemy that stood in his way.

Two exquisite short swords were also tucked into his waistband, ready to deal with any sudden danger.

He rode a magnificent warhorse, its hooves flying as if it were riding the wind, charging towards the Red Turban Army's camp with unstoppable momentum. In an instant, the entire camp was plunged into a tense atmosphere.

"Who goes there? This is the Red Turban Army camp. Get out of here immediately!" A stern voice shattered the tranquility of the grassland.

However, the black-clad knight seemed not to hear him. His eyes were firm and sharp, like a hungry cheetah staring intently at its prey.

“I am your father!” His voice was deep and powerful, laced with anger.

Zheng Qian was indeed furious. Before the battle, Zhao Long slammed his fist on the table and his thigh, boasting that he would be the first to charge into the Red Turban Army's camp. But in the blink of an eye, Zhao Long ran away and didn't dare to follow him into battle.

It wasn't that Zheng Qian was petty; he felt betrayed. He couldn't rely on the Xuanhu Army; he could only rely on himself.

He wouldn't be intimidated even if the Red Turban Army numbered 1.5 million, let alone only 150,000.

As long as he kills fast enough, he can continuously obtain the mysterious liquid, allowing him to keep killing and grow stronger with each kill.

"Ni Die? I don't know him. Who are you looking for?" the guards standing in front of the military camp asked loudly. They couldn't believe, and dared not imagine, that a man on horseback would charge at them.

Clang.

Drawing his heavy sword to guard his heart, Zheng Qian pointed at the Red Turban Army camp, his killing intent surging forth.

"Find that idiot Hua Zhongcheng and kill him."

The guard then realized that this man had come to kill their Red Turban Army. He wanted to mock the newcomer for overestimating himself, but it was too late. At that moment, a man on horseback charged towards him, and he bravely thrust out his spear.

puff……

The heavy sword severed the spear, cutting the guard in two.

"Enemy attack, enemy..."

The guard next to him shouted in a hurry, but was instantly cut in two by a sword.

"You dare to come here to die all by yourself? Brothers, kill them!"

More soldiers rushed out, and Zheng Qian charged in and out like a tiger among sheep, effortlessly and without pressure.

Under Zheng Qian's force of over 19,000 jin, the blood of the Red Turban Army soldiers splattered, staining the ground red and also staining Zheng Qian's eyes red.

With each swing of the heavy sword, Guardian of the Heart, a life was taken. More and more soldiers gathered around, all having received news of the enemy attack.

"Report!" A soldier rushed into Hua Zhongcheng's tent and said urgently, "Reporting to the leader, a man in black has stormed into our camp and is slaughtering our soldiers."

massacre?

Hua Zhongcheng was immediately dumbfounded. He had no shortage of experts in the Bone Refining and Blood Refining Realms under his command, so how could he be slaughtered by one person?

Could it be that a Spirit Fusion Realm expert has come to cause trouble?

Thinking of this, Hua Zhongcheng could no longer sit still and hurriedly got up and ran towards the direction of the battle.

As the number of enemies increased, Zheng Qian dismounted from his warhorse and relentlessly wielded his heavy sword, killing relentlessly.

He still prefers to fight on the ground; riding a horse hinders his performance.

"Explosive Slash".

With a loud shout, Zheng Qian's heavy sword spun around him, creating a fierce attack that swept around him indiscriminately from all 360 degrees. All the Red Turban soldiers within three meters were killed, leaving no intact corpses.

Battalion Commander Zhao Zhenghang rushed out of his tent carrying a horse-slaying saber. He was excited when he saw that there was only one person there. This guy was here to deliver military merit, and he couldn't let someone else take it.

"Haha, where did this idiot come from, daring to charge into the military camp all by himself? Brothers of the Second Battalion, form a spear formation and charge! Chop him up and feed him to the horses."

The soldiers of the Second Battalion huddled together to form a human wall, and at Zhao Zhenghang's command, they charged toward Zheng Qian.

"Brothers, hurry up and kill them! The Second Battalion is shameless; they're here to steal military merits."

"You scoundrel, die!"

"Kill him as a sacrifice to the flag."

The Red Turban Army, except for the Second Battalion, was in an uproar. They were afraid that the Second Battalion would steal their military merits, which would reduce their chances of making achievements. After all, once they arrived in Yan City, they would be incorporated into the regular army by the First Prince, and then there would be even fewer opportunities to fight. In a year or two, they would only be able to go home with meager salaries and wouldn't even be able to afford an acre of land.

With Yancheng right in front of them, they couldn't wait to make military achievements. They didn't seek official positions or titles; they only wanted a reward of some silver to buy two acres of land to support their families.

The dreams of people at the bottom of society are small and realistic, but difficult to achieve.

Seeing the Second Battalion assembling, Zheng Qian smiled. He was least afraid of gang fights, and even less afraid of them gathering together. The more people there were, the more excited he became.

With his blood surging, Zheng Qian's killing intent surged. He stared coldly at the Second Battalion, which had gathered over a thousand men, and unleashed his strongest killing move.

"The first strike of the Three-Stage Slash: Phantom Sky Rift."

As soon as he finished speaking, the heavy sword Guardian of the Heart slashed through the sky, leaving a trail of afterimages as the man and the sword moved. The sword energy was so powerful that the Red Turban Army soldiers within five meters were cut in two before they could even see Zheng Qian's figure.

Zheng Qian's attack range did not increase, but his attack power became stronger.

"Three-stage slash?" Battalion Commander Zhao Zhenghang felt a chill run down his spine.

A month ago, Chen Angqing, the second battalion commander of the Red Turban Army, was killed by Zheng Qian in a duel outside the Red Turban Army city. His two brothers rushed to his aid and were also killed. At that time, Zheng Qian was still an unknown soldier. It wasn't until the Red Turban Army launched its attack at the North Gate that Zheng Qian killed an entire battalion. The title of "God of Slaughter at the North Gate" spread throughout the Red Turban Army, and Zheng Qian's name became known to everyone.

The leader Hua Zhongcheng promoted Li Cheng to be the second battalion commander. However, during the encirclement and suppression battle, Li Cheng, the second battalion commander, was protected by tens of thousands of Red Turban soldiers, but Zheng Qian still beheaded him with a single sword.

The killing move that Zheng Qian, the God of Slaughter from the North Gate, used when he broke out of Lvchang City was called the Three-Stage Slash.

During the retreat, Hua Zhongcheng, the leader of the Red Turban Army's top expert, led 10,000 cavalry in pursuit. He was struck by a catapult thrown by the North Gate Killer and fell into the darkness, sustaining serious injuries. Afterwards, the North Gate Killer Zheng Qian disappeared in Lvchang County. It is said that he was not satisfied with the development of the small county town and went to Yancheng to seek refuge with the Fourth Prince.

Unexpectedly, this nightmare of the Red Turban Army, like a plague, found them again and launched another massacre against the Second Battalion.

Damn it, I'm quitting this second battalion commander position. Whoever wants it can take it.

Zhao Zhenghang's thoughts flashed by in an instant. He dared not hinder the North Gate Killing God in the slightest. He unleashed his early-stage Blood Refining Realm cultivation and fled backward.

"Battalion Commander, where are you going?" Deputy Battalion Commander Du Hao shouted in confusion. He didn't hear Zhao Zhenghang's reply, but he heard the voice of the man in black.

"Second slash, Wind Blade Soul Severing."

Zheng Qian's strength increased, and his aura became even more ferocious. The moment he swung his heavy sword, an invisible wind blade extended forward along with the sword light. Enemies within ten meters were utterly unable to withstand this force and were all cut in two.

Only then did Du Hao realize that the Triple Slash was that man's killing move. Suddenly, a sword light flashed, and all his strength and consciousness slowly dissipated.

"Kill at the North Gate..." Before he could finish speaking, Du Hao's body split into two pieces and fell to the ground. He realized it too late.

"The God of Slaughter of the North Gate, he is the God of Slaughter of the North Gate."

Finally, some soldiers realized that the newcomer was none other than Zheng Qian, the nightmare of the Red Turban Army and the God of Slaughter at the North Gate.

"What? He's the Northern Gate Killer?"

"Stop fighting, run! We're all going to be killed!"

"Run! The God of Slaughter from the North Gate is here!"

The Red Turban Army's ranks were in disarray, not because they were not brave, but because the God of War at the North Gate was too fierce; they were unable to resist, nor did they have the courage to do so.

However, they realized it too late, and they were standing too close together. Zheng Qian's third strike was unleashed.

"The third strike, the boundless天地无极 (Heaven and Earth Without Limits)."

A dazzling sword light, originating from Zheng Qian, seemed to tear the heavens and earth apart, sweeping across the Second Battalion. Under this boundless sword force, enemies within fifteen meters were instantly killed; not a single one could escape.

In his mind, the mysterious liquid fell from the light screen like spraying raindrops. Each drop brought Zheng Qian strength and mental recovery, just like that night in the Qinyun Palace when he was thrusting into Consort Mei and Consort Yun, his body trembling and he couldn't help but roar loudly.

"Cool."