Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

"Ignorant brat, how dare you utter such rebellious words! Today, I will act on behalf of Heaven and destroy you!" As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Zhi's aura became even sharper, and he unleashed his ultimate technique.

"Earth-shattering knife."

Zhang Zhi unleashed his spiritual energy, using the blade as his spearhead to charge towards Zheng Qian.

The Earth-Splitting Blade was Zhang Zhi's signature move. Zheng Qian dared not be careless and kept retreating, trying to create distance and dodge Zhang Zhi's attack.

Zhang Zhi was very fast, and just as he approached Zheng Qian, he shouted loudly.

"die."

The crescent blade seemed to possess its own sentience, vibrating as it slashed upwards. With each vibration, it emitted an incomparably sharp blade aura, aiming to cleave Zheng Qian in two.

At the critical moment, Zheng Qian put his palms together and pressed them accurately on the back of the crescent blade, then lifted his left foot back to avoid the blade's edge, successfully blocking the crescent blade.

Zhang Zhi shouted and raised his crescent blade, lifting Zheng Qian into the air and throwing him behind him. Zhang Zhi then turned around and slashed down with the crescent blade again.

"die."

Zheng Qian twisted rapidly in the air as the crescent blade slashed down along the tip of his nose, leaving a huge gap in the ground. He barely avoided the fatal blow.

Zhang Zhi's eyes showed disbelief. Zheng Qian had been dodging and defending from the beginning, but his killing move could not cause him any harm.

I can't beat him?

For the first time, Zhang Zhi began to doubt his own strength; he couldn't defeat Zheng Qian. His Earth-Splitting Blade had never missed; even the Shadow Master wouldn't dare to take it head-on, preferring to avoid its edge. He never expected Zheng Qian to catch it with both palms.

"Brother, three moves have passed, it's time for me to make my move."

Zheng Qian smiled slightly. He didn't use any weapon, but simply threw a punch. This punch seemed ordinary, but it contained a force of over 40,000 jin. Wherever the fist passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

The crescent blade spun, Zhang Zhi's spiritual energy surged, and he slashed down at Zheng Qian. Zheng Qian clenched his fist and punched the hilt of the blade.

The two attacks collided violently in mid-air, unleashing a deafening roar. Spiritual energy surged forth, forming a powerful shockwave that caused the surrounding ground to tremble slightly. Zhang Zhi felt an irresistible force surge through him, and the crescent blade in his hand was violently knocked from his grasp.

Clang.

The crescent blade was stuck in the ground. Zhang Zhi stared blankly at the crescent blade. He had actually lost to this young man who had just broken through to the Spirit Fusion Realm.

I've practiced my sword for decades, yet I'm still no match for a twenty-year-old spear-wielding youth.

I'm so unhappy.

"Ah, kill."

Zhang Zhi couldn't accept it. He clenched his right fist, channeling decades of skill into his iron fist, and hurled it at Zheng Qian.

A flash of blood red appeared in his eyes, and Zheng Qian also threw out his right fist. The two fists collided and produced a loud booming sound.

bang...

Zheng Qian remained stationary, while Zhang Zhi's right hand bent irregularly, and his body flew backward, landing motionless on the ground.

The force of 40,000 jin was unleashed, and Zhang Zhi not only dislocated and injured the bones in his right hand, but was also knocked unconscious by Zheng Qian's punch.

Out of respect for Zhang Xinghai, Zheng Qian refrained from killing him.

At this moment, a person ran out of the darkness. It turned out to be Xu Shicai, the great scholar of Xisi Street and the owner of Xiangshuwu.

"Lord Bosho, you're amazing."

"Why are you calling me Lord Fangzheng? Call me Commander. You have no sense at all. Be quick about your actions." Zheng Qian returned to the large rock, sat cross-legged, and recalled the battle just now.

Zhang Zhi, who was in the mid-stage of the Spirit Fusion Realm, only had 15,000 jin of strength, while he already had 40,000 jin. Beating Zhang Zhi was no problem for him. He wanted to see Zhang Zhi's combat strength by letting him use all his moves. First, it was to test himself, and second, it was to use Zhang Zhi's combat strength to judge the combat strength of the experts in the palace.

As for fighting Zhang Zhi, Zheng Qian felt no pressure at all.

Ya Lan said that Long Batian broke through to the Fusion Spirit Realm with a strength of 18,000 jin, and once he broke through, he was invincible in the Fusion Spirit Realm. Ya Lan said that Ya Lan broke through to the Fusion Spirit Realm with a strength of 20,000 jin, so theoretically he was more powerful than Long Batian.

Strength is just one way of fighting. Zheng Qian never thought that strength was the criterion for judging combat power. Combat power can be achieved through methods such as poisoning, assassination, and sneak attacks.

The palace is the most heavily guarded place in Wuyan Kingdom. Even if he can defeat everyone in a head-on fight, he still has to be careful of assassination and poison, such as the ten-bow crossbows and spirit-scattering powder on the south city wall.

"Commander, it's ready."

Xu Shicai interrupted Zheng Qian's thoughts, not only taking off Zhang Zhi's armor and holding it in his hand, but also holding a strangely carved small sphere.

Zheng Qian took the small ball and put it in his mouth. "Xu Shicai, do you know your crime?"

Xu Shicai suddenly realized he was genuinely frightened by Zheng Qian. Zheng Qian's voice was exactly the same as Zhang Zhi's, but even more authoritative.

The small round ball in Zheng Qian's mouth is called the Hundred-Word Pearl, a voice-changing prop invented by Xu Shicai. As long as he makes slight adjustments to the Hundred-Word Pearl according to the speaker's voice, he can imitate anyone's voice.

"Commander, please don't scare me, I can't handle being scared." Xu Shicai was a serious and earnest person, and he couldn't stand Zheng Qian teasing him.

If all else fails, I'll call you Commander a hundred times. I'm quite perceptive now.

"Hehe, very good." Zheng Qian was very happy. He talked so much with Zhang Zhi so that Xu Shicai, who was hiding in the dark, could hear Zhang Zhi's voice and make a hundred-word imitation of Zhang Zhi's voice.

"Reporting to the commander, Marshal Zhang's 20,000 Broken Mountain Dragon Cavalry have reached within ten miles." A Shadow Guard reported, and Zheng Qian was excited.

"Quickly, help this marshal change his clothes." Xu Shicai and the Shadow Guard immediately dressed Zheng Qian in Zhang Zhi's clothes and armor. Xu Shicai even took out some bottles and jars and started applying them to Zheng Qian's face.

Half an hour later, when the Broken Mountain Dragon Riders arrived, Xu Shicai stopped what he was doing and disappeared into the darkness with the Shadow Guards.

Commander Hua Yihong stepped forward and bowed respectfully to Zheng Qian.

"marshal."

"All soldiers, follow me into the city to protect the Emperor." Zheng Qian, carrying his crescent blade, took the lead and headed towards Yan City.

"Yes."

Commander Hua Yihong had no doubts and carried out Zheng Qian's orders.

In their eyes, Zheng Qian at this moment was Zhang Zhi, with the same hairstyle, beard, and appearance, and his voice was even more authoritative, and the crescent blade was still that chilling weapon.

The 20,000 Broken Mountain Dragon Cavalry were exhausted, and their warhorses, after a day's march, were also showing signs of fatigue. Reluctant to harm their comrades, they led their horses and hurried along under the moonlight.

"Marshal, where is your Thousand-Mile Steed?" Hua Yihong asked Zhang Zhi, puzzled as to why he hadn't seen the Marshal's Thousand-Mile Steed. Zhang Zhi loved the Thousand-Mile Steed even more than Zhang Xinghai.

A thoroughbred horse?

Judging from the name, it should be the name of Zhang Zhi's warhorse.

Zheng Qian lowered his voice, thought of Zhang Zhi's expression when he stroked the warhorse, and said sadly, "The steed was too tired and left this world first."

For cavalrymen, their warhorses were closer than brothers; they were their most reliable partners on the battlefield.

Hua Yihong also showed a sorrowful expression, saying, "Marshal, please accept my condolences."

My deepest condolences.

Will Zheng Qian feel heartbroken and sad?

funny.

Hua Yihong is a member of the Hua family and a staunch supporter of Lü Jun. Zheng Qian is already plotting how to ruin him first.