Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

Lu Jun's face was pale, the flames of the burning stone bullets reflected in his eyes, as he waited for his moment of death.

"Protect the Emperor."

"Quickly, stop the stone projectiles and protect the Emperor."

Zhou Zhu panicked. Even though he was the head of the Zhou family, one of the four major families in Yancheng, he could not escape guilt for Lü Jun's death in front of him. In fact, the entire Zhou family would have to be buried with him.

Faced with a 10,000-pound, whistling fireball, Zhou Zhu spread his arms and stood in front of Lü Jun, sacrificing his life to protect him.

The burning giant stone projectile became the focus of the battlefield. The Xuanhu Army hoped to hit Lü Jun, while the Poyue Dragon Cavalry and the city defense army hoped that Lü Jun would be unharmed.

"You should retreat with the Xuanhu Army."

Zheng Qian calmly ordered the catapult engineers to leave, because he knew that the stone projectile would not hit Lü Jun.

When Zheng Qian grabbed the catapult frame, he immediately locked onto Lü Jun and killed him. With a wave of his arm, Lü Jin could get the response from inside and outside the palace and smoothly sit on the dragon throne.

Unfortunately, when Zheng Qian locked onto Lü Jin, his strength was already beyond his limit, and he could not complete the lock. Zheng Qian realized that his 40,000 jin of strength was insufficient to support the projectile of more than 10,000 jin of stone that far.

Zheng Qian then shifted his focus outwards, locking onto the suspension bridge that the Po Yue Dragon Cavalry was rapidly crossing. Destroying the bridge would prevent the Po Yue Dragon Cavalry from pursuing the Xuan Hu Army, giving the Xuan Hu Army more time to retreat and creating the illusion that the Xuan Hu Army feared the Po Yue Dragon Cavalry, thus paving the way for tonight's all-out attack.

Whoosh... Boom...

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the huge burning stone projectile landed five meters in front of Lü Jin on the drawbridge outside the city.

The drawbridge was instantly blasted into pieces, and the Broken Mountain Dragon Riders on the drawbridge, along with their warhorses, were blown to pieces and eventually fell into the moat, turning the moat red and emitting thick smoke.

In his mind, two drops of mysterious liquid fell, easing the intense pain in Zheng Qian's body as he stretched his skeletal frame. He felt the mysterious liquid repairing his damaged meridians.

"Hmph, kill him for me." Lü Jun pushed Zhou Zhu aside, stared coldly at Zheng Qian, and then turned and left.

His plan was to inspect the enemy's situation and, incidentally, show off a bit to boost his own morale. He never expected Zheng Qian to act so unpredictably, leaving him humiliated and utterly disgraced. He vowed never to come to Nancheng again; it was bad luck.

"Your Majesty, I obey the decree. I respectfully see you off."

Zhou Zhu knelt down to receive the decree, his eyes gleaming with excitement. It was better for Lü Jun to be utterly defeated; the more he hated Zheng Qian, the happier the emperor would be after he killed Zheng Qian, and the greater the benefits he would receive.

"Bring me the arrows."

Zhou Zhu roared at his men, took the two-meter-long arrow, and once again drew the ten-bow crossbow, aiming at Zheng Qian, the commander of the Xuanhu Army.

A kilometer away, Zheng Qian mounted the warhorse led by Zhao Long and headed towards the center of the battlefield.

whoosh...

Suddenly, a sonic boom echoed through the air as a two-meter-long arrow hurtled towards Zheng Qian's heart.

The arrow came too suddenly, catching Zheng Qian completely off guard. By the time he noticed the arrow, it was too late to dodge.

hissing...

Zheng Qian pulled hard on the reins, and the warhorse, in pain, raised its front legs. With a whoosh, the arrow pierced through the warhorse's body and shot into the woods behind Zheng Qian from under his arm.

The warhorse crashed to the ground, and Zheng Qian used his feet to perform a 360-degree somersault, landing steadily on the ground with cold eyes staring at Zhou Zhu.

That arrow almost killed him.

"General Zhou is mighty."

"Impressive, no wonder he is the sharpshooter of Wuyan Kingdom."

"When it comes to archery skills, General Zhou ranks second in Wuyan, and no one dares to rank first."

Listening to the boasts of the veteran garrison of Wuyan, Zhou Zhu was very satisfied. If his archery skills were second, who would dare to be first?

"Commander, are you injured?" Zhao Long hurriedly dismounted to check if Zheng Qian was hurt.

"It's alright, who is he?" Zheng Qian was still shaken. He had been careless and almost got caught off guard.

"Zhou Zhu, the head of the Zhou family, one of the four great families of Yan City, and a leading figure in archery in Wuyan." Zhao Long's eyes were solemn. If someone had shot him just now, he wouldn't have been able to react at all and would have been killed with an arrow.

"Leave me a warhorse and a spear. You retreat first, I'll cover your retreat." Zheng Qian stared at Zhou Zhu, his heart set on killing him.

This man was an exceptional archer; he managed to sever the catapult's frame with a single arrow from over a thousand meters away, and then accurately lock onto and hit himself. Keep in mind, Zheng Qian was traveling on horseback just now.

If the two armies were to go to war, and this man were to shoot and kill several deputy commanders, Zhao Long and his men would certainly be unable to avoid it, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

Zhou Zhu must die.

Zhang Zhi was also staring at Zheng Qian, who was a kilometer away. He had heard Zhang Xinghai mention him many times, and he had also heard many amazing things about Zheng Qian recently, so he was quite impressed with Zheng Qian.

This rising star from Wu Yan has unfathomable abilities.

Putting everything else aside, the fact that he could seize control of the Xuanhu Army in just two days and still make them obey orders was something Zhang Zhi found utterly unbelievable.

The Broken Mountain Dragon Riders in the city moved quickly. They found tools to repair the drawbridge, and soon a brand-new passage appeared. They walked out of the Rock City in an orderly manner and lined up in the open space.

Zheng Qian walked to the center of the battlefield and called out to Zhang Zhi, "Marshal Zhang, please come forward and have a talk."

Zhang Zhi stroked his beard, knowing he wouldn't approach Zheng Qian to talk. If Lü Jun suspected him, the war would be difficult for him. He answered Zheng Qian from a distance.

"Please speak your mind."

By squeezing the horse's belly with his feet, Zheng Qian closed the distance between them. Now standing outside the archers' firing range, he loudly questioned Zhang Zhi.

"Lu Jun committed treason by killing his emperor and father. Marshal, you are the backbone of Wuyan. Why would you aid and abet such a villain?"

Zhang Zhi sneered disdainfully. This kind of sowing discord was too childish. "His Majesty is the chosen one. The late emperor was a sinner. Lü Jin and Lü Xuan conspired to rebel and frame him. Don't talk nonsense."

As Lü Jun's confidant, Zhang Zhi naturally knew that the late emperor was killed by Lü Jun. But so what? He wasn't in Yan City at the time and wasn't involved in the matter, so he had to pretend to be unaware and point the finger at the disgraced Lü Jin and the deceased Lü Xuan, so as not to smear Lü Jun's reputation.

Zhang Zhi had another objective: to buy time. Although the Xuanhu Army had completely retreated, only 30,000 Poyue Dragon Riders had left Yan City. He couldn't possibly lead 30,000 to fight 50,000 Xuanhu Army soldiers; that would be tantamount to suicide.

Zheng Qian and Zhang Zhi had the same idea; he was also stalling for time. The Xuanhu Army was heavy cavalry, and their warhorses struggled more to run than light cavalry, so the Xuanhu Army needed time to retreat to a more distant location. His lock-on cooldown time was twenty-five minutes, which was why he stayed behind alone to talk to Zhang Zhi.

With his improved cultivation level, Zheng Qian's supernatural power lock-on time was reduced from thirty minutes to twenty-five minutes, which made Zheng Qian happy.

This is a supernatural power that can grow, with unlimited potential.

Zhou Zhu needed to rest after drawing the crossbow twice in a row. The three of them were all preoccupied with their own thoughts, and a strange scene unfolded on the battlefield.

Zheng Qian, alone on horseback, covered the rear while discussing with Zhang Zhi the methods of governing the country and its people. Deputy Marshal Zhou Zhu stood on the city wall like a referee, listening attentively to their debate.

Seventy thousand elite cavalrymen marched out of the city in an orderly fashion. Zhang Zhiwen was overjoyed. Zhou Zhu on the city wall gradually recovered his strength, and a two-meter-long arrow was already placed on the ten-bow crossbow.

"The ruler is the boat; the common people are the water. Water can carry the boat, but it can also capsize it. Lü Jun's ruthless and vicious nature will only make life more difficult for the people of Wuyan Kingdom."

"His Majesty had lofty ambitions even when he was a prince, and when he was in charge of the government, he governed Wuyan Kingdom in an orderly manner. Zheng Qian, I consider you to be a rare talent, and I am willing to accept your surrender, apologize to His Majesty, spare your life, and give you a chance to serve the country."

Zheng Qian glanced at Zhou Zhu, who was preparing to draw his bow and launch a sneak attack, and burst into laughter.

"Marshal Zhang, I don't need this opportunity. I enjoyed chatting with you. I'll just kill someone and leave."

Since he was Zhang Xinghai's father, Zheng Qian would still give him some face. Putting aside everything else, Zhang Xinghai often called him "Dad," so according to Zhang Xinghai's way of addressing him, they were brothers.

He dismounted, took two steps forward with his spear in hand, his body surging with blood and spiritual energy. He stared at Zhou Zhu, who was drawing his bow, his eyes filled with killing intent.

In order to kill Zhou Zhu, he had been waiting for the lock to be activated again. He even dismounted because he was worried that his warhorse could not withstand his strength, so as to ensure that he could kill him with one blow.

"Zheng Qian, if you want to kill someone, you'll have to ask me for permission first." Zhang Zhi raised his crescent blade and charged at Zheng Qian first.

"kill."

Just then, Zhou Zhu had already set his sights on Zheng Qian, "unaware of his own mortality."

The fully drawn crossbow bowstring was suddenly released, and a two-meter-long arrow hurtled towards Zheng Qian with a whoosh.

At the same time, Zheng Qian stepped on the ground with his left foot, locked onto Zhou Zhu with his supernatural powers, and hurled the spear in his right hand.

"die."

whoosh...

The arrow was swift, but the spear was even faster. With a clang, the arrowhead and the spearhead met in mid-air, producing a crisp metallic sound. The arrow shattered instantly, failing to stop the spear in the slightest.

Zhou Zhu was very confident in the ten-bow crossbow, a cold smile on his face, but his eyes saw the long spear shattering the arrows and rushing towards him.

So fast.

A thought flashed through his mind, and Zhou Zhu lost consciousness.

bang...

The spear pierced Zhou Zhu's body, its momentum undiminished, and pierced through the building behind him before disappearing from sight.