Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

"Three-stage slash".

As soon as Zheng Qian finished speaking, a series of afterimages were left on the arena, and he was already five meters away.

"kill."

Lu Yan roared, and a ball of flame appeared in his hand, which he blasted towards Zheng Qian.

boom……

The flames exploded instantly, igniting a raging fire within a ten-meter radius. Space was distorted, and the scorching heatwave nearly cooked the audience a hundred meters away.

Twenty experts at the Dragon Transformation Realm unleashed their spiritual energy, creating a dazzling display of colors, as they bombarded Zheng Qian.

However, Zheng Qian's speed exceeded their expectations, and the entire attack crashed into Lu Yan's flames. The flames seemed to receive nourishment, burning even more fiercely.

Lu Cilin flew into the air, his pupils turning vertical, and a dark shadow appeared behind him.

A closed eye appeared in the shadows, then opened, revealing a vertical red pupil that was both eerie and terrifying.

hum...

The space trembled, and the Daoist aura descended, instantly casting a shadow over Zheng Qian and slowing his movements.

"Zheng Qian, submit."

"Zheng Qian, submit."

……

A distant and ancient murmur, carrying boundless pressure, exploded in Zheng Qian's mind, making him dizzy and unable to resist the urge to kneel down and submit.

Soul Technique: This is a special offensive soul technique that directly subdues the opponent and brings them under one's control.

"It's over. How could Zheng Qian possibly withstand an attack from twenty-two Dragon Transformation Realm experts at the same time?"

"Zheng Qian made such a cool entrance, but I never expected him to be defeated so easily."

"Let alone Zheng Qian, even a Liquid Aperture Realm expert would be instantly killed if attacked by twenty-two people at the same time."

Amidst the flames, Zheng Qian was protected by spiritual energy. Apart from Lu Cilin's mysterious attack, which he could not avoid, all other attacks landed on empty ground and failed to harm him in the slightest.

Lu Cilin's attack was not only bizarre and impossible to dodge, but it also left him mentally and physically exhausted.

We must find an opportunity to win over Lu Cilin, otherwise he will be the biggest variable.

Zheng Qian's blood surged, he gripped the heavy sword tightly with both hands, and killing intent rose from his heart.

This tournament, where the top 32 compete for first place, is a brutal battlefield where it's either you kill me or I kill you.

There is no mercy, no right or wrong, only one word: kill.

Jiang Zhouhao was originally assigned to the third group by Lu Yan to kill Fan Tiexue with Pan Sheng. Now Lu Yan changed tactics and everyone killed Zheng Qian first. Jiang Zhouhao, who was good at speed and assassination, was the first to rush towards the flames.

After I kill Zheng Qian, Lu Yan and Lu Cilin will both look at me with new respect, and my career path will surely be smooth sailing.

Thinking of this, Jiang Zhouhao increased his speed, flew into the air, and charged directly down towards Zheng Qian.

"Half-moon slash, die."

Jiang Zhouhao's spiritual energy surged, and his curved blade emitted a snow-white light, descending from the sky with a whooshing sound, cutting through the flames and slashing down at Zheng Qian.

The battle has only been going on for a moment. Zheng Qian's first three-stage slash covered five meters, which was his way of closing the distance between them as quickly as possible. He was only preparing to unleash the second slash when Jiang Zhouhao was already right in front of him.

Those who have reached the Dragon Transformation Realm can fly, and their speed is incredibly fast.

Zheng Qian stood amidst the flames, his handsome and masculine face glowing red, adding to his menacing aura.

"The second strike of the three-stage slash, Wind Blade Soul Severing."

Zheng Qian's voice was icy, but his aura was even more fierce. The moment he swung the heavy sword, the spiritual energy enhanced by his blood energy formed a ten-meter-long blood-colored sword aura, extinguishing Lu Yan's flames and slashing towards Lu Yan.

Jiang Zhouhao charged ahead, and was the first to come into contact with the sword energy, a flash of disdain crossing his eyes.

"Mere sword energy, yet..."

shuh...

Jiang Zhouhao's curved sword was cut in two, and he was also cut in half by the blood-red sword energy.

Pan Sheng's weapon was a two-meter-long refined iron rod. He felt a life-or-death threat under the power of the blood-red sword energy, so he slammed the weapon heavily into the arena, and his body surged with yellow spiritual energy.

"Mangshan Shield".

boom……

When the sword energy met the refined iron rod, Pan Sheng's towering body was sent flying backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He had the strength of 70,000 jin, but Zheng Qian's sword energy exceeded 90,000 jin, directly slicing him away.

After Pan Sheng's defense, the sword energy weakened, and the others managed to block it.

For the first time, Lu Yan and Lu Cilin felt that the position of first place in the martial arts test was uncertain; Zheng Qian's strength exceeded their expectations.

With a single sword strike, he killed Jiang Zhouhao and severely injured Pan Sheng.

Even if the two of them cultivated both their spiritual and martial arts, they couldn't do it.

Moreover, Zheng Qian was still under the influence of Lu Cilin's weakened soul magic.

Lu Yan threw out two balls of flame with both hands, his cloak became transparent, and a hurricane emanated from the cloak, blowing onto the flames.

"Flame, ignite!"

Lu Yan roared, and flames rose against the wind, growing ever stronger, once again engulfing Zheng Qian.

Then, the eighteen men attacked Zheng Qian.

Zheng Qian traversed the flames using the "Starry Sky Illusion Steps," the highest-level technique among pseudo-god-level techniques, while Lu Yan's "Burning Heaven Blazing Flame Technique" was only a king-level technique, two levels higher.

It's no exaggeration to say that Zheng Qian could easily stroll through Lu Yan's flames if he wanted to.

This is the overwhelming difference in skill level.

"It's ignited! Lu Yan's raging fire has been ignited!"

"Zheng Qian is engulfed in flames; he'd be lucky to survive if he didn't burn to death. How can he fight?"

"Although Zheng Qian's strike was fierce, it should have exhausted his spiritual energy. He can only be beaten from now on."

The audience felt sorry for Zheng Qian, who was very strong, but Lu Yan was even stronger.

His raging fire covers everything, leaving no way to avoid it. How can you fight back?

Just then, a calm yet murderous voice rang out.

"The third strike of the three-stage slash, the boundless天地无极."

A crimson sword aura shot into the sky, originating from Zheng Qian, tearing through Lu Yan's raging flames, and slashing down towards everyone.

Even before the sword energy arrived, Lu Yan could smell the scent of death.

It cannot be resisted, only avoided.

Twenty figures flew rapidly to both sides, dodging Zheng Qian's blood-red sword energy.

"what……"

A scream rang out; one person was flying a little too slowly, and as the sword energy swept past, he was cut in half at the waist.

Zheng Qian passed through them for fifteen meters, then quickly distanced himself.

Just then, Pan Sheng raised his Xuan Iron Rod and flew into the air, like a tower falling down, casting Zheng Qian in his shadow.

"Regret, death."

As the heavy blade spun once, Zheng Qian's killing intent surged forth as if it were tangible, slashing towards Pan Sheng in the air.

"Don't even mention calling me brother, even calling me father won't help, Explosive Slash."

With a surge of blood energy, Zheng Qian unleashed his power of 100,000 jin, and the heavy blade collided fiercely with the refined iron rod.

bang...

The Xuan Iron Rod exploded, followed by Pan Sheng, scattering a shower of blood.

Lu Yan, Lu Cilin, and nineteen other Dragon Transformation Realm experts flew in the air, staring incredulously at the blood rain.

Pan Sheng, the Iron Tower, was cleaved in two by Zheng Qian's sword?

The 50,000 spectators were completely silent, unable to believe that Pan Sheng, the iron tower of the army, had been cleaved in two by Zheng Qian's sword.

"My God, am I dreaming? That's Pan Sheng, the iron tower of the army, known as the best in defense, and he was blown to pieces?"

"Is this prodigy who has undergone nine layers of lightning tribulation really that strong?"

"Don't worry, Lu Yan is not weak, nor is Lu Cilin. They also have nineteen experts at the Dragon Transformation Realm. Zheng Qian has no chance of winning the match."

Mo Li's heart pounded, emotions spreading from head to toe, every cell in her body leaping with joy, making her feel a tingling, numb sensation.

Zheng Qian, you're really something.