Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

Zheng Qian possessed a strength exceeding 20,000 jin. The three warhorses he hurled sent the Red Turban Army soldiers flying, clearing a path for him to reach Hua Zhongcheng.

Hua Zhongcheng's expression changed drastically; he never expected Zheng Qian to possess such terrifying power. The three warhorses flew towards him like cannonballs, the immense impact almost suffocating him.

However, Hua Zhongcheng was a seasoned general who quickly adjusted his posture and unleashed his peak Blood Refining Realm strength, barely managing to dodge the three warhorses.

bang...

The warhorse eventually fell into the Red Turban Army's ranks, crushing and killing many soldiers, and the warhorse's body was also unrecognizable.

"leader."

"Brothers, stop him and protect the leader."

The Red Turban Army soldiers became anxious. Zheng Qian's attack had almost killed Hua Zhongcheng, and they charged at Zheng Qian even more frantically.

Zheng Qian used the "Starry Sky Illusion Step" taught by Ya Lan, stepping on the triangular star positions, leaving a series of afterimages in place, and attacked Hua Zhongcheng.

The Red Turban Army soldiers surged forward like a tide, but their attacks seemed to move in slow motion before Zheng Qian. Zheng Qian's figure moved elusively across the battlefield like a ghost, each movement precise and swift, and neither blades nor arrows could touch the hem of his clothes.

Upon breaking through to the Spirit Fusion Realm, he used spiritual energy to enhance his understanding of the Star-Stepping Technique, and his speed increased significantly.

Hua Zhongcheng knew he couldn't defeat Zheng Qian, so he could only try to wear him down with sheer numbers. Seeing Zheng Qian charging towards him, he didn't hesitate and ran away.

The Red Turban Army immediately formed a human wall to block Zheng Qian's path and launched a counterattack.

"Haha, Hua Zhongcheng, where are you going?" Zheng Qian laughed, wielding the heavy sword Guardian of the Heart with impenetrable skill as he chased after Hua Zhongcheng.

When the distance between the two exceeded thirty meters, Zheng Qian unleashed his ultimate move.

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

This time, Zheng Qian used his full strength. He also wanted to see just how powerful his Triple Slash would be after reaching the Spirit Fusion Realm.

The spiritual energy and the blood energy mingled, and within a five-meter radius, the golden light was intertwined with wisps of blood. All the Red Turban Army soldiers enveloped by the light were pulverized.

After the first strike, Zheng Qian felt both cold and hot in his body. This was because the speed was too fast and his skin was not used to it.

"Second slash, Wind Blade Soul Severing."

Zheng Qian's aura surged, his eyes flashed red, and his body disappeared from the spot with a whoosh, rushing forward ten meters. The Red Turban Army soldiers along the way were shredded by the wind blades, and even the ground was scratched with wind marks.

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

Zheng Qian's shout echoed across the Gale Plains, and a beam of light burst forth from him, carrying the power to destroy everything and clearing a 15-meter vacuum zone.

After unleashing three slashes, Zheng Qian hadn't even felt exhausted when fifty-two drops of mysterious liquid fell into his mind, causing him to tremble with pleasure and unable to resist roaring to the sky.

"Haha, that's awesome."

With three sword strikes, at least 520 soldiers of the Red Turban Army were killed.

The Red Turban Army was stunned, the Black Tiger Army was stunned, and even the distant Fengzi Kingdom was stunned.

Zheng Qian was covered in blood, but he stood in the Red Turban Army's formation, his aura overwhelming that of hundreds of thousands of soldiers.

"Is the God of Slaughter of the Northern Gate truly invincible?"

"It's too brutal. They're either blown to bits or shredded to pieces."

"We can't beat them, we simply can't beat them."

The morale of the Red Turban Army finally plummeted after nearly 20,000 lives were lost.

They were terrified by Zheng Qian's swift sword strikes, which killed hundreds of men in just three quick strokes. Only a dozen minutes had passed since the battle began, and the first to fourth battalions had been wiped out, along with their strongest personal guard. The fifth battalion was also on the verge of being wiped out; they truly dared not fight any longer.

The five commanders exchanged glances, all seeing the shock and disbelief in each other's eyes. Zheng Qian's combat strength was beyond their comprehension.

In the distance, Feng Ziguo stood on a small hill, having witnessed Zheng Qian's entire journey from storming the military camp to the present.

He remained expressionless because he had facial paralysis.

"Do you think there are any experts like him outside of Wuyan Kingdom?"

"I don't know, but I guess there will be."

A voice came from the bushes. It turned out that someone had been hiding beside Feng Ziguo all along. He was wearing gleaming armor and was none other than Feng Ziwei, the supreme commander of the 10,000-strong Poyue Dragon Cavalry sent by Zhang Zhi to support the Red Turban Army. He was Feng Ziguo's half-brother.

Unbeknownst to the entire Wuyan Kingdom, Feng Ziwei and Feng Ziguo had been secretly maintaining a close relationship.

"Brother, are you really going to side with Zheng Qian and destroy the Feng family? Although the Feng family wronged you in the past, they are still your family." Feng Ziwei's resolute face turned bitter as he looked at Feng Ziguo pleadingly.

“Don’t concern yourself with my affairs. You should think carefully about which side you’re on.” After Feng Ziguo finished speaking, Feng Ziwei felt even more miserable.

The eldest prince, Lü Jun, has many skilled warriors under his command. Judging from the current situation, the chances of winning the throne are 30/70: the fourth prince, Lü Jin, 30/70. However, Zheng Qian's combat prowess is unmatched in Wuyan Kingdom, which is a major variable, making his choice extremely difficult.

On the battlefield, Zheng Qian raised his heavy sword, "Initial Heart," and pointed it in the direction the Red Turban Army retreated in surprise.

They were terrified.

Hua Zhongcheng was pale. All he wanted now was to live; his desire for revenge had long been forgotten.

However, Zheng Qian's next words instilled deep fear not only in Hua Zhongcheng but also in the 130,000 Red Turban Army soldiers.

"Xuanhu Army, listen to my command! Kill them all, leave no one alive!" Zheng Qian's voice echoed across the battlefield, cold and resolute.

At his command, the Xuanhu Army launched their charge.

"It's finally our turn! Kill!" Zhao Long was the first to charge out, followed by the four commanders, and the 50,000 Xuanhu Army launched their attack.

They had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

"kill."

The battle cries shook the heavens, the hooves thundered, dust billowed, and the black iron cavalry charged towards the Red Turban Army like tigers descending the mountain.

"Form ranks! Kill!" Hua Zhongcheng shouted. The messenger quickly relayed the order, and the Red Turban Army hastily resisted, their eyes filled with fear, having lost the courage of warriors who were not afraid of death.

Although the Red Turban Army was numerous, its morale was low. They went from being in high spirits at the beginning to being roused to besiege Zheng Qian, only to be slaughtered by Zheng Qian in the middle of their own army. Their morale had long been destroyed by Zheng Qian.

The 130,000-strong Red Turban Army, arrayed in formation, stretched as far as the eye could see, yet appeared so fragile under the iron hooves of the Xuanhu Army.

Their formation began to falter, and soldiers scattered and fled, but many more chose to stay and fight alongside their comrades until the very last moment.

War drums beat, weapons clashed, and a tragic symphony resounded across the battlefield.

The Red Turban Army's banners fluttered in the wind, a symbol of their indomitable spirit. Wielding their weapons, they engaged in a fierce battle against the Black Tiger Army. Every charge, every defense, was a contest of blood and fire.

"Hua Zhongcheng, die."

Zheng Qian shouted loudly, no longer holding back, unleashing a furious three-stage slash attack.

As long as he doesn't use his full strength, Zheng Qian's blood and spiritual energy recovery far exceeds the amount he uses, allowing him to use his Triple Slash indefinitely.

shhhhhh...

On the battlefield, Zheng Qian's figure flickered like a ghost, while Hua Zhongcheng's personal guards and soldiers dwindled.

shuh...

Zheng Qian dodged, his sword energy slicing through Hua Zhongcheng's armor, leaving a wound on his abdomen from which blood flowed freely.

Swish...shua...

After two more triple slashes, Hua Zhongcheng still couldn't see Zheng Qian's figure clearly. There wasn't a single Red Turban Army soldier within thirty meters of him, and he had three wounds on his body. He struggled to support himself with his silver spear, keeping his burly figure from falling.

Zheng Qian pointed his sword at Hua Zhongcheng and walked towards him step by step.

"The Green Spear Sect has tried to kill me time and time again. If I hadn't been lucky, I would have been killed by them long ago. And you, for your own selfish desires and to show off your military achievements, have carried out a large-scale massacre of the poor. You and the Red Turban Army deserve to die."

"Haha..." Hua Zhongcheng laughed loudly, "Zheng Qian, one general's success is built on the bones of ten thousand. I, Hua Zhongcheng, am not content with mediocrity and naturally want to take the path of becoming a marquis and prime minister. Those poor people are just dirt in Wuyan Kingdom. What's wrong with me killing them to establish military merit?"

"As for the Jade Spear Sect, they failed to kill you because they were not skilled enough. We accept that. In my next life, I will still rise up in rebellion and slaughter you dung."

Looking at the crazed Hua Zhongcheng, Zheng Qian didn't want to talk to him anymore. This selfish and self-serving scoundrel who wanted to earn military merit by slaughtering the poor and reporting the number of enemies killed by the eldest prince Lü Jun should die a day earlier so that more poor people of Wuyan Kingdom could be saved.

"I, Hua Zhongcheng, will fight to the death."

With a roar, Hua Zhongcheng mustered his last bit of strength and thrust his spear at Zheng Qian.

His eyes held resentment, humiliation, and regret, as the events of his life flashed through his mind.

He can be considered a ruthless and powerful figure.

Although he had taken many innocent lives, he was still a renowned figure in the region. However, now that the hero had fallen, he was filled with resentment.

"Fierce Slash".

Zheng Qian shouted and used the first sword technique of "Dazzling Sword", Fierce Slash.

Clang...

The heavy sword clashed with the silver spear, the silver spear flying out instantly, while the heavy sword continued its momentum, beheading Hua Zhongcheng in a single strike.

Zheng Qian's use of sword techniques was a final act of respect for Hua Zhongcheng.

Beheading leaves only a small scar. Kill him, but don't torture or humiliate him.

Hua Zhongcheng's head flew into the air, and Zheng Qian jumped up to catch it, holding it high in the air, while his roar echoed throughout the battlefield.

"Hua Zhongcheng is dead. Surrender and you will not be killed."