Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

"Zheng Qian, you should have brought an extra coffin, otherwise where will you sleep?"

Lu Yan's eyes were contemptuous, but his killing intent was undisguised.

After enduring for so long, today I can finally kill Zheng Qian with a legitimate reason.

Dean Yun was like a knife hovering over their heads, making them think twice before even considering attacking Zheng Qian, wondering if the knife might fall.

After killing Zheng Qian on the stage, Dean Yun had nothing to say.

“Your Highness, given your status, you cannot sleep in an ordinary coffin. You must sleep in a crystal coffin. Unfortunately, the people in the north and south have all their wealth plundered and there is no money to buy you a crystal coffin. So it is more appropriate for you to sleep in a stinking ditch.”

Lu Yan squinted. At this moment, he didn't even want to kill Zheng Qian anymore; he wanted to capture him and torture him slowly.

Lu Cilin wore a smile, but his heart was filled with murderous intent.

Most of the money from both the North and South ended up in Lu Cilin's pocket. Zheng Qian's statement was a slap in the face to him.

The demon of the Ninefold Thunder Tribulation must be killed by him; Lu Yan cannot do it either.

"You're sharp-tongued, so don't beg for mercy on your knees later. If I soften my heart, I won't be able to bring myself to do it."

"Don't worry, I won't kill you even if you beg for mercy. After all, this is a ring, and the rules require that you can't fight if you admit defeat. I, Zheng Qian, am upright and honest and will not violate the rules of the competition."

Lu Yan shut up. No matter what he said, Zheng Qian could perfectly counter it, showing that he didn't take him, the crown prince, seriously at all.

If this continues, he will still lose, after all, he is the crown prince, while Zheng Qian is just a commoner and not worthy of arguing with him.

Lu Yan glanced at Mo Li and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

Mo Yuan will die tonight, and you will become my plaything after the Gathering of Heroes.

With a broad smile, Hu Can introduced each person to the audience.

"This is Crown Prince Lu Yan of Guangxiang Kingdom, this is Second Prince Lu Cilin of Guangxiang Kingdom, and this is..."

When introducing Zheng Qian, Hu Can couldn't help but say a few more words.

"This is Zheng Qian, a prodigy who has passed the Ninefold Tribulation of Thunder. He scored full marks in all three subjects of the written test, and this is the first time he has shown his weapon since the start of the martial arts test. It is a sword."

At this moment, a middle-aged man in Lu Yan's group shouted, "The Crown Prince uses the Hongyuan Sword, while Zheng Qian uses the cheap sword, the really cheap one."

Xia Xing, the son of the Minister, was sitting in the audience. He immediately jumped up and shouted, "Zheng Qian, you're so shameless! If you don't have money, just tell me, and I'll give you an even better one."

The children of officials in the audience were as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood, and they all echoed Xia Xing.

"You poor bastard, you're not worthy to stand with the Crown Prince. Get out of here."

"Zheng Qian, you lowly nobody, you dare to dream of pursuing Teacher Mo Li? You're utterly ignorant and arrogant. Today is your death day."

Although the seats were expensive, there were righteous people who could afford them and immediately started arguing with the sycophants.

“You parasites, Zheng Qian is a hero, if anyone should die, it should be you.”

“You take the people’s money to eat and drink extravagantly, and you manage the people but don’t care about their lives. You all deserve to die.”

Then, the righteous people began to sing.

"Zheng Gong's noble character soars to the heavens; he donated eighty taels of silver to relieve the people's hardship. People from both the north and south rejoice together, their gratitude as deep as the abyss."

……

"Damn it, a bunch of ants dare to bark like dogs! Brothers, kill them!"

"Come on, who is afraid of whom?"

Before Zheng Qian and Lu Yan even started fighting, the audience was already in complete chaos, ready to start a fight themselves.

Hu Can's face was cold as he unleashed his aura at the Liquid Aperture Realm, his spiritual power sweeping across the military camp.

"Where is the Qilin Army?"

"exist."

The 100,000 Qilin soldiers answered in unison, their voices piercing the sky and making everyone's ears ring.

Hu Can's eyes were icy cold as he shouted, "From now on, anyone who dares to cause trouble at the competition venue will be killed without mercy."

"Kill, kill, kill..."

The Qilin Army's three shouts of "Kill!" silenced everyone.

When the Qilin Army went to war, not a blade of grass grew; they dared not act recklessly again.

Lu Yan looked arrogant; with Lu Chu absent, he was the ruler of Guangxiang Kingdom.

"Zheng Qian, how is the Qilin Army?"

"The people support the army, and the army protects the people; naturally, it is a good army."

"It is the army of the Lu family."

"Neither the people's army nor the Lu family's army is your army."

Lu Yan's lips twitched. He wouldn't dare say the army was his until he became emperor.

Lu Cilin was still standing there. If he dared to say that the Qilin Army would one day be his, Lu Cilin would find witnesses to tell Lu Chu that Lu Yan was openly cursing him to death and seizing military power.

Damn the struggle for the throne, you have to be careful what you say.

Not to mention confronting Lu Yan, Zheng Qian will also find an opportunity to kill Lu Yan when the battle starts, to avenge Li Mubai's severed hand.

Hu Can then introduced Mo Li and the others, and then read out the competition rules.

"After conceding defeat, no further attacks are allowed. Anyone who violates the rules will be disqualified and their results will be nullified..."

Lu Yan wished there were no rules for admitting defeat, but unfortunately the rules of the Gathering of Heroes were spearheaded by the three major powers and uniformly formulated by fifty countries. Even as the crown prince of Guangxiang Kingdom, he had no power to change them.

"Now, please choose your positions. The competition is about to begin."

As soon as Hu Can finished speaking, Fan Tiexue carried Feng Wuhen and Li Mubai on his back and led the group towards the southeast corner, where they stood in threes, protecting Mo Li, Li Mubai, and Feng Wuhen behind them.

Zheng Qian stepped back a few steps to distance himself from Lu Yan and the others, and also stood in the southeast, eighty meters away from Fan Tiexue and the others.

"My God, Zheng Qian is standing alone at the front, is he taking on twenty-two powerful people single-handedly?"

"He's gone mad, Zheng Qian must be insane. How can someone at the Bone Shaping Realm fight twenty-two Dragon Transformation Realm cultivators?"

"How do we fight? We'll just have to throw our lives away."

The audience was dumbfounded. Zheng Qian and his group's positioning clearly indicated that Zheng Qian was going to take on Lu Yan and all of them one-on-one.

Lu Yan was equally bewildered. Zheng Qian wanted to take on all of them one-on-one?

He had considered countless ways Zheng Qian could fight, but he never expected Zheng Qian to take on all of them one-on-one.

Clang...

Hu Can struck the gong and loudly announced

"start."

Lu Yan didn't move, and mocked, "Zheng Qian, is your tactic to sacrifice yourself to ensure their safety?"

Slowly drawing his heavy sword, Zheng Qian said calmly, "I have two plans. This is the first one: I'll take on all of you by myself."

Mo Li put down the funnel to start the timer, her hand froze.

Two options? Zheng Qian didn't say anything. She looked at Fan Tiexue, who also looked confused.

I didn't know there was a second option.

Lu Yan sneered and asked disdainfully, "Oh? What about the second option?"

Zheng Qian raised the heavy weapon towards Lu Yan, his voice filled with murderous intent.

"The second option is for you all to take on me one by one."

"Haha, Zheng Qian is so awesome, taking on everyone by himself."

"I'll take on your whole group by myself, and you'll take on me by yourself, haha, I'll say that when I go out to fight in the future."

"Yes, yes, yes, I can also say I'll give you three moves."

The audience erupted in cheers. Regardless of whether Zheng Qian won or lost today, his famous quotes would be widely circulated.

Lu Yan squinted. The reason he talked so much with Zheng Qian was because he was worried that Dean Yun might leave him a weapon.

A powerful weapon can turn the tide of battle and kill enemies, and can even make a person invincible among those of the same level.

For example, Lu Chu, who possesses the Wide-Image Mirror, is invincible within the same realm thanks to it.

Lu Yan had thoroughly investigated the sword in Zheng Qian's hand; it was a magical artifact given to him by Tian Jie and Li Mubai.

The magical artifacts Lu Yan wore were his cloak and the Hongyuan sword at his waist.

Lu Cilin's black gloves were also magical artifacts; whether comparing the person or the weapon, Zheng Qian would lose.

This battle was a foregone conclusion.

Lu Yan waved his hand: "Tactics change. Ignore Fan Tiexue and the others, kill Zheng Qian first."

Zheng Qian was alone, which was the perfect opportunity to capture him. There was no need to split them up and attack separately.

With Zheng Qian killed, how can the others still cause trouble?

At the same time, Zheng Qian rushed towards Lu Yan and the others.

"Three-stage slash".