Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

Feng Ziguo led 50,000 Xuanhu troops in a surprise attack on Zhao Wan'er's 30,000 Poyue Dragon Cavalry. Zhao Wan'er was unable to mount an effective defense, and the battle came to an end.

Feng Ziguo was a master in the early stage of the Fusion Spirit Realm, while Zhao Wan'er was only at the peak of the Blood Refining Realm. In less than three rounds, Zhao Wan'er was killed by Feng Ziguo. The 30,000 Poyue Dragon Cavalry were divided into dozens of small teams by the 50,000 Xuanhu Army and were eventually devoured bit by bit.

The battle ended in half an hour, with more than 5,000 casualties among the 50,000 Xuanhu Army, and the 30,000 Poyue Dragon Cavalry were completely suppressed.

"Kill!" Feng Ziguo gave the order, and all the surrendered soldiers were slaughtered.

The Xuanhu Army still had to attack Yancheng, so they couldn't spare any troops to guard the surrendered soldiers of the Poyue Dragon Cavalry. Fengziguo had no choice but to kill them.

As for the enemy, it's either you die or I forget them; there's nothing more to say.

Mount Shuolai, eight miles from the battlefield, is a small mountain peak ten miles from Iwa City.

hissing...

A long cry, like the most tragic elegy on the battlefield, echoed across the desolate wilderness at night.

Zhang Zhi's warhorse, once a swift and invincible companion on the battlefield, now lay limp on the ground, blood gushing from its mouth, its eyes filled with endless sorrow and resentment.

Zhang Zhi's eyes were filled with indescribable grief and reluctance. His hands trembled as he gently stroked the once majestic mane of his warhorse, as if caressing a long-lost relative. Enduring the excruciating pain in his heart, he extended his iron fists, which had slain countless enemies on the battlefield, and tenderly closed the warhorse's eyes, which would never open again.

"Rest in peace, my good brother!" Zhang Zhi's voice choked with emotion, as if he were being pierced by a thousand arrows.

clap clap clap...

Zheng Qian stood on a large rock and clapped his hands, praising, "Marshal Zhang, you are truly a man of great character! You treat your soldiers like your own children, and even your warhorses like your own brothers. This kind of affection is truly admirable."

“Zheng Qian?” Zhang Zhi stared coldly at Zheng Qian, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, and shouted angrily.

"You disrespect the Emperor, launch a sneak attack on the Red Turban Army, and lead the Black Tiger Army to besiege the city. What are your true intentions? Tonight, you even blocked my way on the road, attempting to launch a sneak attack on me?"

Zheng Qian shrugged and laughed, "Lu Jun murdered his father and killed his emperor, so naturally he is not worthy to be emperor. As for the sneak attack, I don't know why Marshal Zhang said that? I just admire your bravery and wisdom, so I came here specifically to ask you for advice."

Zhang Zhi sneered, "Seeking advice? Hmph! If you really wanted to seek advice, why go through all that trouble? I think your goal is clearly to destroy the Lü family and become emperor yourself, isn't it?"

Zhang Zhi spoke loudly, hoping that those in the shadows would hear that Zheng Qian's actions constituted treason. However, the darkness was completely silent, and he sensed nothing.

Is Zheng Qian coming to intercept me all by himself?

Giving a thumbs-up, Zheng Qian smiled and said, "I give you a thumbs up. I can consider this suggestion. However, before that, I must hold you back to ensure everything goes smoothly tonight."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhi's sneer grew even more ferocious. He gripped the crescent-shaped blade tightly, its blade gleaming with a chilling light.

If there was no ambush, what difference was there between Zheng Qian and courting death?

"Ignorant brat, how dare you be so arrogant! Die!" Zhang Zhi moved swiftly, transforming into a blur as he pounced on Zheng Qian.

Zhang Zhi had reached the Spirit Fusion Realm for ten years and had successfully broken through to the middle stage. He was one of the top combat forces in Wuyan Kingdom and did not take Zheng Qian seriously at all.

A glint of light flashed in Zheng Qian's eyes. Blood energy and spiritual energy burst forth from his body. Instead of retreating, he advanced and punched the crescent blade. This power surged like a storm, instantly neutralizing Zhang Zhi's attack.

Zhang Zhi felt an immense force strike him, sending him flying several meters backward. A look of seriousness flashed in his cold eyes. He possessed a strength of 15,000 jin, yet Zheng Qian had caught the crescent blade with his bare hands and even forced him back.

After breaking through to the Spirit Fusion Realm, Zheng Qian had no idea what level his combat strength was at in the Spirit Fusion Realm. So tonight, he not only had to defeat Zhang Zhi, but also had to spar with Zhang Zhi to test his combat ability.

Zhang Zhi steadied himself, roared, and charged at Zheng Qian again.

"Breaking Wind Technique, the wind sweeps away the clouds."

Zhang Zhi's entire body surged with spiritual energy, and the crescent blade emitted a cold, chilling light, carrying a strong hurricane that seemed poised to drag Zheng Qian under its blade.

With a backflip, Zheng Qian created distance and dodged the attack, carefully observing the trajectory of the crescent blade's slashes.

Zhang Zhi's attack missed, but his assault became even more ferocious. The crescent blade emitted a chilling glint in the moonlight, forming a whirlwind centered on Zhang Zhi. The blade energy within the whirlwind sliced ​​through Zheng Qian's body like sharp blades, making it impossible for him to escape.

Zhang Zhi had a smug look in his eyes. After he used the Wind-Breaking Technique, Zheng Qian had no choice but to obediently dodge and dare not confront him head-on. He then mocked, "You think you can rebel like a rat that can only run away? You really don't know what's good for you."

"So what if I rebel? You're not happy about it? If you're not happy about it, then hit me." Zheng Qian kept dodging, and when he couldn't dodge, he would slap the crescent blade away with his palm or retreat to create distance.

Zhang Zhi's knife was extremely sharp, but unfortunately Zheng Qian's footwork was so subtle that he just couldn't hit him, and the more he fought, the more frustrated he became.

I clearly have the upper hand, but I can't even touch him. Why is that?

Zhang Zhi's eyes were filled with murderous intent. The moment Zheng Qian created distance, Zhang Zhi unleashed his killing move.

"Sky-Piercing Slash, die."

The crescent blade gathered sharp spiritual energy, and Zhang Zhi, like a tiger descending a mountain, slashed fiercely at Zheng Qian. The blade energy burst forth, forming a huge blade of light that enveloped Zheng Qian.

Starlight twinkled beneath Zheng Qian's feet as he used the Starry Sky Illusion Step to move among the blades of the Crescent Moon Blade, managing to keep it from touching the hem of his clothes.

"You little brat, are you a mudfish? All you do is dodge. Do you dare to fight me head-on?" Zhang Zhi cursed angrily. From the beginning until now, he had used all his strength in every strike, but he couldn't hit Zheng Qian even once. He was both angry and exhausted.

As people age, even if they practice swordsmanship every day, they are not as strong and healthy as they were when they were young, and they could wield the sword for three hours without breaking a sweat.

"Hehe, I regard the Marshal as my elder brother, so naturally I should let him have three moves." Zheng Qian chuckled, slowly increasing the distance between them, and continued speaking.

"Zhang Xinghai called me 'father' as soon as he saw me. According to seniority, it is only reasonable for me to call the Marshal 'elder brother'."

"Don't be so arrogant." Zhang Zhi's beard was all twisted with anger. Zhang Xinghai's good-for-nothing son was a real worry for him.

That guy is forty years old and acts crazy all the time. Not only does he not get married and have children, but he also calls other people "father." How can he, the Grand Marshal of the State, put his face here?

Zhang Zhi was furious, his beard fluttering even without wind. "You're all birds of a feather! None of you are good people!"

Zheng Qian didn't hesitate and said with a smile, "Big brother, I actually think that kid Zhang Xinghai is quite good. If we entrust the education of Wuyan Kingdom to him, he can drive the development of education. In a few years, the national strength of Wuyan Kingdom will definitely rise to a new level."

"Development my ass, it's just a bunch of useless trash." Zhang Zhi's face was gloomy, but he was actually quite happy inside.

Zhang Xinghai went mad at the age of sixteen, and now, twenty-five years later, he has finally heard someone speak from the bottom of their heart about Zhang Xinghai.

No matter how useless a son is, a father will still love him very much.

“Zheng Qian, surrender. You can’t beat me, and you can’t defeat the Emperor. I can petition the Emperor to appoint you to a position in my army. Your career will be bright.” Zhang Zhi’s tone softened considerably. He truly valued Zheng Qian’s talent and hoped he would abandon his evil ways and join the righteous cause.

Zheng Qian's face turned cold, and he was unhappy. "Brother, you are insulting me. Lü Jun murdered his father and killed the emperor. He is not worthy to be emperor, let alone for me to assist him. I promised someone that I would take his life tonight."

Zhang Zhizhen was furious. "Ignorant brat, how dare you utter such treasonous words! I will act on behalf of Heaven and destroy you!"