Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

"Cool."

Zheng Qian's roar echoed throughout the Red Turban Army camp. Hua Zhongcheng was still several tents away and did not see that the person who came was Zheng Qian. He only saw the Red Turban Army soldiers running for their lives.

With a grim expression beneath the mask, Hua Zhongcheng quickened his pace and shouted loudly, channeling his inner strength, "Who goes there, daring to act wildly in front of the Red Turban Army?"

Upon hearing Hua Zhongcheng's roar, Zheng Qian turned around and grinned at him.

"My son, you've finally come."

At this moment, Hua Zhongcheng also saw Zheng Qian, and his eyes instantly turned red. This was the person he had wanted to kill day and night. He shouted at his personal guards.

"Someone, bring me my gun, I'm going to kill him."

At this moment, the last drop of the mysterious liquid fell from Zheng Qian's mind. The mysterious liquid quickly circulated in his flesh and blood, constantly strengthening his blood energy, and his strength broke through the 20,000 jin mark.

Suddenly, a powerful aura erupted from Zheng Qian's body, as if it were about to tear the surrounding air apart. His muscles were taut like iron under the pressure of the force, and every inch of his skin seemed to be burning, emitting a faint golden light.

As Zheng Qian's power continued to rise, his aura grew stronger and stronger, like a sleeping dragon awakening. At this moment, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth seemed to be attracted by some mysterious force, and began to converge on him continuously.

In the sky, the clouds began to churn and surge, as if stirred by an invisible force. Beams of light shot out from the clouds, like divine swords, slicing through the sky and pointing directly at Zheng Qian. These beams of light contained rich spiritual energy of heaven and earth, which gathered above Zheng Qian's head into a huge vortex, spinning continuously and emitting a deafening roar.

Immediately afterwards, dark clouds filled the sky, thunder rumbled, and the once clear sky turned into a dark, heavy cloud in a few seconds, with purple lightning flashing and shrinking continuously.

"A tribulation of lightning, this is a tribulation of lightning," Hua Zhongcheng muttered in disbelief.

Throughout the entire history of Wuyan Kingdom, spanning eight hundred years, only three hundred years ago did the Hua family create the "Azure Snow Spear" spear technique. When the first generation spear god, Hua Sheng, broke through to the Fusion Spirit Realm, he underwent a triple lightning tribulation, becoming the number one person in Wuyan Kingdom. From then on, the Hua family established its supreme position in Wuyan Kingdom.

Unexpectedly, he witnessed the tribulation of lightning again today.

Or perhaps it was his family's murderer, Zheng Qian.

At this moment, a guard carrying his silver spear arrived. He had never heard of the tribulation of lightning before, nor did he know that the thunder and lightning in the sky were coming for Zheng Qian. He started praising him loudly from afar.

"Leader, the silver spear is here. Kill him!"

With a kick, Hua Zhongcheng overtook the guard, snatched the silver spear, and ran. "Screw you! Run! He's undergoing tribulation. If you're near him, you'll be struck dead. We'll kill him after the tribulation is over."

The guard lay on the ground, his eyes filled with confusion. "Tribulation? What is tribulation?"

However, seeing that the leaders were all running, he hurriedly got up and ran after Hua Zhongcheng.

In an instant, the Red Turban Army soldiers fled in terror, terrified by the lightning in the sky. Under the oppressive force of the lightning, they felt like mere ants, unable to muster any will to resist.

Only a minute has passed since Zheng Qian launched his charge. He looked up at the dark clouds and lightning in the sky, feeling the surging power, and felt no fear whatsoever.

"A tribulation? Then you'd better do it intensely, otherwise it'll be too boring."

A minute ago, Zhao Long couldn't find Zheng Qian anywhere. He called out but got no response, so he had to speed up his chase, but no matter how fast he chased, he couldn't see Zheng Qian anywhere.

Could it be that Commander Zheng had never participated in a war and was afraid to run away?

That's good too. The braver I am, the more the commander will value me, rely on me, and give me more military merits.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of grass being ruffled. Zhao Long's eyes lit up. Could it be the commander? Had he not run away?

No, the sound of people digging in the grass was numerous and varied; it wasn't just one person, but five.

Upon seeing the red turban wrapped around the newcomer's head, Zhao Long instantly thrust out his spear, and five Red Turban Army scouts were instantly killed by his late-stage Blood Refining Realm attack.

"what……"

A scream rang out, and Zhao Long's expression changed. He knew the screams would reach the Red Turban Army's ears. Sure enough, screams also came from the bushes not far away, coming from the direction where Zhang Yi was lying in ambush.

Without hesitation, Zhao Long mounted his warhorse and gave the order to attack to the soldiers behind him.

"Charge! Kill them all!"

"kill……"

Ten thousand heavy cavalrymen launched a charge, trampling the three-meter-high grass into flat ground, and rushed towards the Red Turban Army like a torrent.

Upon hearing Zhao Long launch his charge, Zhang Yi also led his men in a charge, their battle cries echoing across the Gale Plains.

Then Wang Yue, Li Ying, and Ma Teng also launched an attack. The 50,000 Xuanhu Army swept across the grassland and charged forward.

Unbeknownst to them, the Red Turban Army was completely oblivious to their charge, their attention entirely drawn to the God of Slaughter at the North Gate.

At this moment, Zheng Qian's gaze was like a torch, piercing straight to the sky. The clouds above churned, as if the wrath of the gods was brewing. A bolt of lightning, like a silver dragon, carrying world-destroying power, roared down from the sky, intending to devour all living beings.

Just as the lightning was about to strike Zheng Qian, the power within him erupted like a volcano that had been ignited.

His spiritual energy and blood energy surged as he swung his sword, unleashing a fierce and unparalleled power and majesty. The silver dragon twisted and struggled in the air, but was ultimately shattered by Zheng Qian's sword energy, turning into countless tiny bolts of lightning that dissipated into the air.

Fifty thousand Xuanhu soldiers surged forth from the depths of the grassland like a tidal wave, their eyes fixed on the earth-shattering silver dragon that hurtled toward their commander. Just when they thought their commander would be struck down, they saw his heroic figure as he wielded his sword to cut through the lightning, and they also felt the immense power within him.

"Commander Zheng, conquering all directions, invincible!" The Xuanhu Army's slogan echoed like thunder across the grassland, and their morale was ignited to its peak at this moment.

"Shut up! Everyone back up! Quick, everyone back up!" Zhao Long and Wang Yue shouted almost simultaneously. They all knew that Zheng Qian was undergoing a tribulation of lightning, and anyone caught in the lightning would surely die.

Feng Ziguo stood at a distance, his eyes filled with complex emotions. There was fear, anticipation, and above all, envy.

Tribulation lightning is reserved for geniuses.

Immediately following, the second and third tribulations of lightning arrived one after another. They were like tigers descending a mountain or like towering waves, but no matter how fierce the lightning was, Zheng Qian used his immense strength of 20,000 jin to neutralize it all. His figure moved through the lightning, and every strike he made was like a thunderbolt, awe-inspiring.

When the fourth tribulation of lightning descended, the heavens and earth seemed to change color. It was a purple bolt of lightning, carrying world-destroying power, rushing straight towards Zheng Qian. However, Zheng Qian felt an unprecedented challenge within this lightning. He took a deep breath, planted his heavy sword, Guardian of the Heart, into the ground, then concentrated all his strength into his fists, and then unleashed a powerful punch.

With a deafening boom, the purple lightning collided with Zheng Qian's fist, unleashing a dazzling light. At that moment, it seemed as if the entire world trembled. But within this light, Zheng Qian's figure grew even more resolute; his power, honed by the tribulation lightning, had become even more formidable.

The fifth and sixth tribulations of lightning descended like a torrential downpour, but Zheng Qian stood firm like a rock in a storm. Every punch he threw was like thunder piercing the sky, shaking heaven and earth.

When the seventh tribulation lightning descended, Zheng Qian had already reached the critical point of the Spirit Fusion Realm. His power merged with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, forming an indescribable pressure. Under this pressure, the seventh tribulation lightning seemed somewhat powerless.

Immediately following, the eighth and ninth tribulations descended in succession. The power of these two tribulations far exceeded ordinary people's imagination. But Zheng Qian's eyes became even more determined amidst the thunder, his internal power surging, and he unleashed a full-force punch. His power resonated with the thunder, creating a wondrous harmony.

boom……

A deafening roar echoed through the sky as the ninth bolt of lightning dissipated, marking the completion of Zheng Qian's transformation. His aura became incredibly powerful at that moment, seemingly capable of shaking the heavens and earth.

He finally reached the Spirit Fusion Realm!