Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

Hua Chujie launched the first attack, leaping high into the air and hurling his silver spear at Zhang Zhi.

Zhang Zhi dismounted, grabbed Lü Jin, and retreated until he was right next to Consort Mei. Lü Jin's cultivation was at the mid-stage of the Blood Refining Realm; if the two were to fight, the aftershocks would be enough to kill him.

Bang! Hua Chujie smashed a large crater in the imperial road with his spear, then continued charging towards Zhang Zhi. He was truly arrogant; even with Consort Mei by his side and tens of thousands of Xuanhu soldiers behind him, he was not afraid.

"Brothers, kill!" Zhang Zhi roared, raising his crescent blade to meet Hua Chujie.

At the same time, the Xuanhu Army launched a charge, and the Changwu Army's Zhuge Repeating Crossbows whizzed out. Zhang Zhi's five men, leading the Poyue Dragon Cavalry, charged towards the Imperial Audience Hall. They knew that if they couldn't destroy Lü Jun and the Hua family today, their entire families would be wiped out, so they charged with bloodshot eyes and reckless abandon.

"Kill!" Tens of thousands roared, their voices shaking the heavens.

The open space outside the Hall of Audience was packed with people. Several experts at the Fusion Realm took the lead in attacking, leaving rows of corpses in their wake. Behind them were more than 6,000 experts, all fighting desperately.

Lu Jun sat on the dragon throne, feeling incredibly empty. What should he do if the Hua family wanted to strip him of his power, Zhang Zhi betrayed him, and the three major families supported the Hua family?

Zhang Zhi and Hua Chujie clashed, and Consort Mei gripped her dagger, joining the battle to besiege Hua Chujie.

“Go help the others. Hua Chujie is nothing. I can easily beat him by myself.”

Hua Chujie was stung by Zhang Zhi's words. He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and was recognized as the number one martial arts genius in Wuyan Kingdom. Who would dare not take him seriously?

"Zhang Zhi, three shots are enough to kill you." Hua Chujie's arrogant voice rang out, his eyes cold, determined to kill Zhang Zhi.

"Dragon Soars, Death."

Hua Chujie's first move was the Dragon Soaring Thrust, the strongest eighteenth style of the Jade Snow Spear, which was also the spear technique Zheng Qian most wanted to see.

"It's actually the Dragon Soaring Thrust, the strongest attack of the Wuyan Kingdom."

"Although Marshal Zhang is powerful, he cannot stop the Dragon Soaring Thrust."

"Yes, back then, the Gun God Hua Sheng relied on the Dragon Soaring Dagger to defeat all opponents in Wuyan Kingdom. I never expected that Hua Chujie would also master it."

Dragon Soars Thrust is widely recognized as the strongest attack in Wu Yan Kingdom. Hua Chujie's shout made everyone stop attacking and watch Dragon Soars Thrust.

Consort Mei looked anxious and rushed towards Hua Chujie with a dagger in her hand, but unfortunately, the distance was too far and she couldn't come to his aid in time.

She knew the power of the Dragon Soaring Thorn. No one in Wuyan Kingdom dared to take it head-on. They all had to use evasion and counterattacks to neutralize it. Moreover, counterattacks always resulted in death or serious injury. No one had ever escaped unscathed from the Dragon Soaring Thorn. Seeing that Zheng Qian was only defending and not attacking or evading, she shouted anxiously.

"Zheng Qian, dodge! Don't catch it!"

Everyone was wondering why Consort Mei was calling Zheng Qian; wasn't that Zhang Zhi?

Everything happened in an instant; they didn't even have time to think before Hua Chujie's attack was launched.

Hua Chujie leaped into the air, his silver spear emitting bursts of silver light, as if lightning were crackling through the night sky, carrying sharp wind blades, and piercing Zhang Zhi from above like lightning.

"Dragon Soaring Thorn, I've been waiting for you for a long time." A blood-red light flashed in Zheng Qian's eyes as he disguised himself as Zhang Zhi. His blood and spiritual energy surged wildly as he raised his crescent blade, only defending and not attacking.

boom……

A deafening roar rang out, and the imperial road, paved entirely with boulders, was sent flying. The Dragon Soaring Thrust's attack was incredibly powerful.

"Holy crap, it's blocked!" Jin Jindao shouted in disbelief.

In the arena, the silver light disappeared, and Zheng Qian, holding his crescent blade with both hands, accurately blocked Hua Chujie's silver spear. Hua Chujie's eyes showed disbelief as he withdrew his spear and slowly spoke.

"You're actually Zheng Qian, not Zhang Zhi."

Under Hua Chujie's attack, Zheng Qian's props for impersonating Zhang Zhi were blown away, revealing his true identity.

"Haha, not bad, it is indeed your father, me." Zheng Qian laughed triumphantly. He had a strength of over 40,000 jin, while Hua Chujie only had a strength of over 15,000 jin. He blocked the Dragon Soaring Thorn without any pressure.

After throwing the crescent blade that Hua Chujie had bent to the ground, Zheng Qian commented seriously, "The Dragon Soaring Thrust is incredibly powerful, but unfortunately your strength is too weak to unleash its full potential."

Zheng Qian's words were like a resounding slap across Hua Chujie's face, leaving him feeling a burning pain.

From childhood to adulthood, had he ever suffered such humiliation? He killed someone when he was eight years old, and his silver spear had never been defeated. He never expected that today, Zheng Qian, who was even younger than him, would block the strongest blow of the Jade Snow Spear.

"Such an arrogant tone, I like it."

"Overwhelmingly domineering, the title of the number one martial arts genius in Wuyan Kingdom is about to change hands."

"Commander Zheng, you're the most handsome."

The morale of Zheng Qian's camp was high. If their top-tier combat force could win, then the war would be a foregone conclusion; they would be guaranteed to win.

Consort Mei smiled, instantly stunning everyone around her; even the darkness could not conceal her beauty.

After playing all night, she finally saw a glimmer of hope for victory. And the man who gave her that hope, with whom she had shared a night, was someone she liked very much.

Lu Jin clenched his fists. He hadn't expected Zheng Qian to be so strong. His throne was now secure.

In contrast, Lü Jun looked at Hua Chujie with a lost and dejected expression. No matter who won tonight, it seemed that his power would be undermined, and his throne would be meaningless.

At this point, he was convinced that the Hua family wanted to strip him of his power and place him under house arrest.

"Haha, you frog in a well." Hua Chujie laughed and stared at Zheng Qian with disdain, saying, "Zheng Qian, I said I would kill you in three moves, and this is only the first one. You're celebrating too soon."

Hua Chujie's aura continued to rise, his feet stepping on mysterious footwork. "Zheng Qian, this move of mine is something I created myself. No one has ever seen it before. Today, I will use you to lay the foundation for its birth."

Hua Chujie's figure flickered left and right, elusive and unpredictable, like a venomous snake slithering through the grass, making it difficult to pinpoint his true location.

"Such bizarre marksmanship, can Commander Zheng withstand it?"

"Wu Yan's number one genius is indeed strong. The Dragon Soaring Thrust is the first strike, unbelievable."

"No matter what, I support Commander Zheng. Keep it up, Commander Zheng."

Everyone watched Zheng Qian anxiously, wondering if he could withstand the second shot. It wasn't that he wasn't strong; it was that Hua Chujie was too strong.

Zheng Qian's entire body surged with spiritual energy. He beckoned to a giant sword on the ground, and the spiritual energy enveloped the sword, sending it flying into his hand. With the sword in his hand, Zheng Qian remained calm.

Just then, Hua Chujie launched an attack.

"The Spirit Python Flies into the Abyss".

The silver spear seemed to vanish into nothingness in Hua Chujie's hands, like a silver python flying out of the abyss, moving with lightning speed as it pierced through the air, thrusting towards Zheng Qian.

Dust rose from the ground as Hua Chujie swept it away with the power of his spiritual energy; his speed was so great that it created a hurricane.

Everyone thought Zheng Qian would dodge, but unexpectedly he raised the greatsword in his hand, just like he would unintentionally swing it when practicing swordsmanship.

Ding……

Sparks flew as the greatsword struck the silver spear steadily, deflecting Hua Chujie's thunderous attack.

Very relaxed and casual.

"Your movements are too slow, and your strength is too weak." Zheng Qian said expressionlessly. Hua Chujie's speed seemed fast to others, but to him, it was very slow.

After Hua Chujie's two attacks, Zheng Qian gained a deeper understanding of his own combat capabilities.

When Long Batian broke through to the Fusion Spirit Realm with 18,000 jin, he was invincible in the same realm. He broke through to the Fusion Spirit Realm with 20,000 jin, and he was even more invincible in the Wuyan Kingdom.

"Seriously, that's incredible."

"That's amazing! This is a monster defeating a genius, it's so easy for him."

"Did you see that? Commander Zheng hasn't really gotten serious yet; he's been on the defensive."

"Yes, Hua Chujie is very strong, but unfortunately Zheng Qian is even stronger."

"Arrogant!" Hua Chujie roared. "Zheng Qian, die!"

Hua Chujie's figure suddenly rose higher, like a silver dragon soaring into the sky. The silver spear in his hand seemed to come alive, transforming into a giant silver dragon that coiled in the sky.

"The dragon soars through the nine heavens."

With a deafening roar from Hua Chujie, the silver spear, carrying immense power, plunged down from the heavens, each strike accompanied by a thunderous boom, as if the very space itself were being torn apart.

The powerful attack caused Zheng Qian's long hair to fly wildly. He seemed like a stubborn rock standing in the lightning, quietly waiting for the lightning to descend.

He moved. Just as the silver spear struck Zheng Qian, he finally moved.

The greatsword rose as if by accident, easily knocking away Hua Chujie's silver dragon, and then the palm reached out.

bang...

With a loud bang, Hua Chujie was sent flying backward, vomiting blood in mid-air before crashing heavily to the ground.

"I lost. I, who fired the first shot in Wuyan, actually lost."

Hua Chujie couldn't accept the fact. He had grown up in a world of adulation, how could he accept being defeated by Zheng Qian, who was younger than him?

Zheng Qian easily blocked all three of Hua Chujie's moves, and Hua Chujie even coughed up blood after being struck by Zheng Qian's palm. Hua Chujie became depressed.

"Victory and defeat are common occurrences in war. Why should my disciple be so fixated on a single victory or defeat? With more practice, you will surely be able to defeat him." The Shadow Master slowly walked out of the Hall of Audience and came to Hua Chujie's side, his expression unfathomable.

"It's you." Zheng Qian immediately recognized the figure of the Shadow Master; this was the black-robed man who attacked him that afternoon.

"That's right, it's me, the Shadow Master." The Shadow Master became even more mysterious, his entire body shrouded in a black robe, making him appear incredibly powerful.

Zheng Qian's eyes turned cautious, and he pointed his greatsword at the Shadow Master, "You want to fight me one-on-one?"

"Heh." The Shadow Master sneered and continued.

"A one-on-one duel? What a naive idea. As long as we kill you, victory tonight will still belong to us."