Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

"Xuanhu Army, listen to my command, retreat ten miles."

At Zheng Qian's command, the Xuanhu Army retreated en masse, leaving Zhang Zhi bewildered in the wind.

Do I, a dignified Grand Marshal of the Nation, need a mere young man like you to spare my life?

Even with the Xuanhu Army's advantage in terrain, his 70,000 Poyue Dragon Cavalry were not afraid, because he had already received news that Wang Yue and Li Ying were each leading 10,000 troops to attack the Hongfu Army.

"Let me go three times? Then we'll settle this once and for all?" Zhang Zhi laughed.

"This is truly a team of little damsels, one awesome after another."

Seeing the Xuanhu Army split into three groups, Zhang Zhi's eyes flashed with killing intent, and he immediately split his own forces into three groups to pursue them.

The Xuanhu Army is a heavy cavalry force, while the Poyue Dragon Cavalry is a light cavalry force. Although they are at a disadvantage in terms of troop type, they have a numerical advantage, and a rapid attack is more advantageous for them. Furthermore, the deputy commanders of the Xuanhu Army are all experts in the mid-stage of the Blood Refining Realm, while the others are all in the late-stage of the Blood Refining Realm. Compared to the Xuanhu Army, they still have a strong advantage.

"Split into three groups and pursue."

Without hesitation, Zhang Zhi issued the order: he led 20,000 men to pursue Zheng Qian, while the other two groups each led 30,000 men to pursue him, ensuring that the Xuanhu Army would win any counterattack.

Zhao Long led the first to tenth battalions to retreat first, while Zheng Qian was still the last to run, responsible for covering the rear.

Zhang Zhi took the lead, with the Broken Mountain Dragon Cavalry in hot pursuit.

"Zheng Qian, where are you going?" Zhang Zhi shouted, his voice echoing through the mountains.

"Marshal Zhang, this is the second time I'm letting you off the hook." Zheng Qian stopped his warhorse, jumped off, and, holding his spear, waited until Zhang Zhi was a thousand meters away before making his move.

Supernatural power, locked on.

whoosh...

Zheng Qian didn't use his full strength, only unleashing 30,000 jin of power. His spear left a trail of afterimages in the air and emitted a sonic boom as it shot towards Zhang Zhi's warhorse.

That's right, Zheng Qian promised Zhang Xinghai three times not to kill or harm Zhang Zhi, and he will definitely keep his word.

As the leader of the Broken Mountain Dragon Cavalry, Zhang Zhi's strength had already broken through to the mid-stage of the Spirit Fusion Realm, making him one of the strongest forces in the Wuyan Kingdom. His eyes sharpened, and with a flick of his crescent blade, it transformed into a silver dragon, clashing with Zheng Qian's spear in mid-air.

Clang... Bang...

An irresistible force struck, instantly knocking Zhang Zhi's crescent blade away, and his warhorse was shot to pieces by a single spear thrust.

Zhang Zhi felt a void beneath his legs, and his body was involuntarily thrown forward. But as expected of the Grand Marshal of the Nation, he braced himself with one hand upon landing, then spun in the air before landing steadily.

"This power is more than twice as strong as mine." Zhang Zhi felt a chill in his heart. If Zheng Qian had thrown that spear at him, he might have lost his life right there.

"Marshal, are you alright?" His subordinate hurriedly dismounted and asked Zhang Zhi.

"It's nothing." Zhang Zhi shook his head, looking at Zheng Qian riding away again with lingering fear, his heart filled with doubt.

He has only just broken through to the Spirit Fusion Realm. Could undergoing the tribulation of lightning really increase his power?

As if sensing Zhang Zhi's gaze, Zheng Qian stopped his warhorse and shouted loudly, "Marshal Zhang, I'm waiting for you up ahead. You must come!"

Zhang Zhi was enraged by Zheng Qian's provocation.

As the Grand Marshal of the Nation, when have I ever suffered such an insult?

He glanced at the panicked soldiers behind him, took a deep breath, and said, "They have nowhere to escape. Continue the pursuit."

With no reinforcements from the Xuanhu Army, Zhang Zhi had no reason not to pursue.

Zhang Zhi took the crescent blade his men had found, jumped onto the warhorse his personal guards had brought, and led 20,000 Poyue Dragon Cavalry to continue the pursuit. Zheng Qian remained at the very back, tasked with cutting off the tail.

The Xuanhu Army was slower than the Poyue Dragon Cavalry, and their equipment was dozens of kilograms heavier, so the two armies were getting closer and closer.

"Haha, Marshal Zhang, running so fast, I think you really want to win." Zheng Qian's voice echoed in the air and reached Zhang Zhi's ears from behind.

"drive……"

The response to Zheng Qian was Zhang Zhi urging his warhorse to speed up.

A cold smile appeared in Zheng Qian's eyes as he looked down at the road. Rows of spears stood fifty meters apart, exuding a chilling aura.

This was Zheng Qian's tactic, a tactic he devised for himself.

Upon reaching the position of the first spear, Zheng Qian instantly gripped the spear shaft, unleashing a burst of 30,000 jin of force, and hurled it at the Broken Mountain Dragon Riders.

Whoosh... The spear sliced ​​through a distance of over a thousand meters, whistling as it pierced towards the Broken Mountain Dragon Riders.

The three-meter-wide official road was entirely filled with the Broken Mountain Dragon Cavalry. Zheng Qian didn't need to aim; as long as his spear flew along the road, he wouldn't lose his aim.

The spear grazed Zhang Zhi's cheek, and the force of the wind it created as it pierced through the air stung his face.

The spear, hurled with the force of 30,000 jin, was so fast that even if Zhang Zhi tried to block it, he couldn't catch a trace of it and intercept it.

Thud... Pfft...

The five guards at the front were blown apart by a single shot, but the spear continued its momentum, passing through the bodies of the soldiers behind it and eventually stringing the Po Yue Dragon Riders together.

As Zheng Qian ran, he shouted tauntingly, "Hey, Marshal Zhang, you're out fighting a war and you're still playing with barbecue skewers?"

Two drops of mysterious liquid fell, and Zheng Qian's shot killed at least twenty people.

"Despicable!" Zhang Zhi roared at Zheng Qian, his eyes bloodshot.

"Zheng Qian, do you dare to fight me?"

Raising his middle finger, Zheng Qian shouted, "If I shoot you, can you withstand it? I've already spared your life three times; I won't let you off this time."

Zhang Zhi was furious; did he need Zheng Qianrang?

whoosh...

Just then, another spear came flying, and Zhang Zhi lost more than twenty of his personal guards.

Immediately afterwards, Zheng Qian ran and threw spears as he went. When Zhang Zhi stopped, he stopped; when Zhang Zhi chased, he ran. Zhang Zhi was completely exasperated.

When Zhang Zhi reached the fork in the road, he was confused.

The Xuanhu Army unexpectedly split into two groups and retreated from two different directions.

"Pursue." After a few seconds of thought, Zhang Zhi led 20,000 men in pursuit of Zheng Qian without hesitation, ignoring the scattered Xuanhu Army.

Zheng Qian is the commander and also the leader of the rebels at this time. As long as we capture him, the Xuanhu Army is not a threat.

Along the other two routes, Vice Marshal Li Yan, observing the Xuanhu Army split into two groups, swung his giant battle axe, and ordered the Poyue Dragon Cavalry to continue the pursuit in two separate columns. Upon reaching the next intersection, the Xuanhu Army retreated in different directions. After a moment's thought, he continued the pursuit by dividing his forces.

The Xuanhu Army had no reinforcements, and its overall combat strength was not as high as that of the Poyue Dragon Cavalry. Despite the advantage in troop type, he was not afraid at all.

The second deputy marshal was named Zhao Wan'er. Unlike Li Yan's masculine spirit, Zhao Wan'er won the respect and love of the soldiers with her wisdom, courage, and gentle nature. Although she was a woman, her cultivation had reached the peak of the Blood Refining Realm, in no way inferior to that of a man.

Zhao Wan'er's weapon is a soft sword called "Flowing Water," as light as a feather, its blade supple yet sharp, capable of creating elegant, flowing swordplay in her hands. Zhao Wan'er is not only skilled in close combat but also proficient in various tactics and strategies, often offering Zhang Zhi crucial advice and resolving crises at critical moments. Her wisdom and courage make the Po Yue Dragon Cavalry more agile and unpredictable on the battlefield, ensuring their ultimate victory.

Unlike Li Yan, Zhao Wan'er did not disperse her troops. She led 30,000 soldiers in one direction to pursue the enemy, refusing to scatter even a single soldier and give the Xuanhu Army an opportunity to take advantage.

Li Yan is Li Po's younger brother. He is familiar with the Xuanhu Army's combat methods and capabilities. After the army split into five groups, he caught up with the Xuanhu Army.

"Haha, run! Why aren't you running anymore?" Looking at the Xuanhu Army, which was no longer able to run and numbered only five hundred, Li Yan's face was full of pride. Behind him were two thousand Poyue Dragon Riders. A complete victory.

As he laughed, Li Yan's smugness turned to anger. "The Xuanhu Army belongs to my brother Li Po, yet you all betrayed him. You all must die."

Li Yan is Li Po's younger brother. When he heard that Li Po had been skinned alive, he wanted nothing more than to kill everyone in the Xuanhu Army.

At that moment, a voice came from the woods, "Who does Li Po think he is, daring to claim the Xuanhu Army as his own?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a man rode out slowly on a warhorse. At the same time, a densely packed Xuanhu Army emerged from the woods and surrounded Li Yan's two thousand Poyue Dragon Riders.

Following the sound, Li Yan's eyes were bloodshot as he coldly shouted, "Feng Ziguo."