Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

As the sun sets, a fierce wind whips up bits of grass, and the air is thick with a mixture of fragrance and murderous intent, filling the battlefield.

Holding a heavy sword, Zheng Qian, alone, resolutely charged into the encirclement of 150,000 Red Turban soldiers.

Zheng Qian moved with incredible agility, each swing of his sword carrying a force exceeding 20,000 jin (approximately 10,000 kg), accompanied by a surge of spiritual energy. His sword aura was incomparably sharp, each strike capable of tearing through the air with a piercing whistling sound. Although the Red Turban Army was numerous, before Zheng Qian they were like clay chickens and earthenware dogs, utterly vulnerable.

The Red Turban Army's morale was high; the large sum of money made them forget their troubles, and all they wanted was gold.

"So what if he's the God of Slaughter at the North Gate? Does he think he can kill 150,000 people?"

"He will eventually run out of strength, brothers, kill him."

"Three thousand taels of gold, that's thirty catties, I could never finish eating it all in my lifetime."

"Idiot, three thousand taels is three hundred catties, you couldn't finish it in ten lifetimes."

The Red Turban Army was fearless and all wanted to be the lucky ones to kill Zheng Qian. They risked their lives for three thousand taels of gold. Even if they only managed to grab a leg, they could still get several hundred taels of gold by weighing it, enough to last three lifetimes.

"Haha, that's awesome."

Zheng Qian laughed loudly. The Red Turban Army surrounded him in layers of hundreds of layers. Every time he swung his sword, it carried a sharp sword aura mixed with pure spiritual energy, making his sword even sharper and more powerful.

"Three-stage slash".

Zheng Qian's figure moved constantly through the Red Turban Army. Wherever he passed, there were Red Turban Army corpses, none of them intact. They were either blown to pieces or cut in two.

Before undergoing the tribulation of lightning, it took him five seconds to recover his health after using the Triple Slash. Now, Zheng Qian feels stronger than ever before, and he can use the same power of the Triple Slash three times in a row.

If he were to fully enhance his blood energy and spiritual power, the power of the Triple Slash could increase by more than five times.

"How dare you take on my 150,000 soldiers by yourself? You're incredibly arrogant." Hua Zhongcheng stared intently at Zheng Qian. If looks could kill, he would have killed Zheng Qian eight hundred times over.

A little over a month ago, he was in the early stage of the Blood Refining Realm, while Zheng Qian was only in the late stage of the Skin Mirror Realm. This month, spurred by his shame, he trained relentlessly and finally broke through to the peak of the Blood Refining Realm. Full of confidence, he came to Yan City to receive his reward and, incidentally, to seek revenge on Zheng Qian.

Unexpectedly, Zheng Qian came to his door himself and even wanted to challenge his Red Turban Army to a duel. Isn't that just courting death?

Although Hua Zhongcheng knew he was no match for Zheng Qian in terms of cultivation and combat power, he still had 150,000 soldiers. Even if he just stood there and let Zheng Qian kill him, he would be exhausted to death.

"The God of Slaughter of the North Gate is nothing but a scoundrel from the martial world, a brainless fool."

"I guarantee that with his fighting style, he'll either be killed by his soldiers or die of exhaustion in three minutes at most."

Hua Zhongcheng was surrounded by many experts at the Blood Refining Realm, who all looked at Zheng Qian, who was fighting on the battlefield, as if he were a fool.

He's invincible in combat, but his brain isn't very sharp.

If he led 50,000 Xuanhu soldiers to charge, they might not be able to hold out. After all, there was a difference in troop type and equipment, and the Red Turban Army was exhausted and hungry, which reduced their combat effectiveness.

It's a pity that encountering such a rough-and-tumble hero meant certain death on the battlefield.

The five deputy commanders also did not think highly of Zheng Qian, as this was no different from sending him to his death; no one could fight against an army by himself.

On the battlefield, Zheng Qian was covered in blood; after slashing with his heavy sword, there wasn't a single intact corpse on the ground.

After the three-stage slash, thirty-three drops of mysterious liquid fell into his mind, and his physical strength and mental state instantly returned to their best. In just a few seconds, at least three hundred and thirty soldiers of the Red Turban Army died.

At this moment, in Zheng Qian's eyes, there was no difference between a peak Blood Refining Realm cultivator and an ordinary warrior; both could be killed in one move.

On this battlefield, no one can withstand an attack of 20,000 jin (approximately 10,000 kg).

On the grassland, the bodies of the Red Turban Army soldiers exploded, and their blood pooled into small ponds, which then flowed into streams.

When one battalion is wiped out, the next battalion takes its place.

Hua Zhongcheng personally supervised the battle, and not a single Red Turban soldier retreated. He was the god of the Red Turban Army; as long as he was there, the Red Turban Army had nothing to fear.

One hundred people, one thousand people, three thousand people, eight thousand people, ten thousand people.

Zheng Qian kept using the Triple Slash, and the number of corpses on the battlefield increased, while the open area became wider and wider.

Hua Zhongcheng could no longer sit still. Zheng Qian was fighting more and more fiercely, showing no signs of fatigue. He wanted to implement a new tactic.

"All archers, prepare to shoot Zheng Qian." Hua Zhongcheng's voice was low and cold, as if it came from hell, carrying boundless resentment and killing intent.

At his command, tens of thousands of archers sprang into action, their movements perfectly synchronized as they quickly nocked their arrows.

The bowstrings were drawn taut one by one, each bow seemingly containing boundless power, awaiting the moment of its release. The arrowheads gleamed coldly in the setting sun, like the eyes of death, locked onto Zheng Qian in the distance.

Zheng Qian was still engrossed in the battle and was completely unaware of the archer's action of nocking an arrow.

"put."

The messenger's voice echoed across the battlefield like a thunderclap, startling the Red Turban Army that was besieging Zheng Qian, and also rousing Zheng Qian from his frenzied battle.

whoosh...

Tens of thousands of arrows shot out of the bowstring in an instant, emitting a sharp whistling sound, and poured down on Zheng Qian like a torrential rain.

"what……"

Screams rang out continuously as the Red Turban soldiers closest to Zheng Qian were immediately riddled with arrows.

The Red Turban Army's archers weren't very accurate, but they still managed to cover a distance of ten meters around Zheng Qian.

Ding……

Zheng Qian wielded the heavy sword with impenetrable precision, and the arrows struck the heavy sword with a pleasant metallic clang.

These arrows were very fast, but in Zheng Qian's eyes they were very slow; this was due to the eyesight and reaction speed of someone at the Fusion Spirit Realm.

He stood there, deflecting all the arrows aimed at him, and letting the ones that missed whiz past him.

After the rain of arrows, Zheng Qian still stood there, without a single wound on his body, and had not moved an inch.

He looked up at Hua Zhongcheng, a hint of disdain and contempt flashing in his eyes.

"Hua Zhongcheng, you're still as trash as ever after a month."

Back then, the Hua family was like a mountain pressing down on Zheng Qian, making it hard for him to breathe. He was always in danger of being killed by them, especially Hua Zhongcheng, who was the leader of 150,000 Red Turban Army soldiers and the number one young person in Lvchang County.

Now, Zheng Qian doesn't take him seriously at all.

He was the top young talent in Lüchang County, ranking first in both civil and military affairs in the prefecture. Then he was recruited by the eldest prince and became the leader of the rebel army. All those titles, that's all.

"What's the use of being stubborn? You're dead today." Hua Zhongcheng's eyes were bloodshot. He had prepared many killing moves for Zheng Qian, and the rain of arrows was the simplest and most brutal of them all.

"Today, I will show you the true power of the net array! Net array, attack!"

At Hua Zhongcheng's command, a thousand cavalrymen moved in unison, their hooves thundering and dust billowing.

Groups of one hundred men, each riding a warhorse, pulled the ten giant nets that had been prepared beforehand, surrounding Zheng Qian like a storm.

The ten giant nets gleamed coldly in the setting sun. Each net was woven from specially made, tough silk threads, strong enough to trap any ferocious beast. These nets were not only tough, but each net also had ingenious mechanisms attached to it. Once caught in the net, even the strongest person would find it difficult to break free.

The thousand-person network formation, composed entirely of experts at the Bone Refining Realm, was specially prepared by Hua Zhongcheng for Zheng Qian at great expense.

Zheng Qian stood in the center of the battlefield, his eyes blazing. He felt the overwhelming pressure; being caught in the net could truly mean certain defeat. Seeing the net approaching, he roared, his voice booming, and his figure moved like lightning across the battlefield.

The giant net, like a dark cloud pressing down, loomed over Zheng Qian, layer upon layer. However, Zheng Qian moved through the net with the ease of a dragon swimming in water. His hands were like iron, each swing accompanied by a whistling sound, tearing apart the giant nets one by one. But the nets were numerous, and as soon as one was broken, another quickly filled in, forming a continuous blockade.

"Get down."

Zheng Qian stopped dodging, grabbed the giant net with one hand, and pulled hard, causing all the net members to fly off their warhorses.

A giant net was thrown out, enveloping three warhorses. Zheng Qian leaped to the other end like lightning, tightening the net with a whoosh, trapping the three warhorses in a tangled mess.

"Try my horse hammer."

Zheng Qian flung three warhorses into the air, and from him, all enemies within ten meters were smashed to death by the horse hammer, their bones shattered.

The net formation collapsed instantly under the impact of the hammer, and all of them were thrown to the ground and died by Zheng Qian.

whoosh...

Zheng Qian threw three warhorses at Hua Zhongcheng, saying, "Hua Zhongcheng, your death is near."