Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

"They kill me, I kill them. But you cannot die."

Lu Cilin pondered. Since Zheng Qian entered the fray, he had already killed twelve people. Now, Lu Yan and eight others still had fighting power.

Zheng Qian dared not kill him?

Lu Cilin didn't think so. If someone dared to kill twelve experts at the Dragon Transformation Realm, wouldn't they be afraid of Emperor Lu Chu's wrath, let alone the Second Prince?

Seeing Li Mubai's layers upon layers of bandages, Lu Cilin's pupils contracted. He seemed to have thought of something and sat cross-legged.

"Zheng Qian, I am seriously injured. Wait half an hour for me to heal before we fight three hundred rounds."

After speaking, Lu Cilin closed his eyes, and spiritual energy emanated from his body, indicating that he was indeed using spiritual energy to heal his injuries.

In the audience, Xia Xing, the son of the Minister, immediately became lively when he heard Zheng Qian say that Lu Cilin could not die.

"Haha, Zheng Qian is scared, he's scared of that scoundrel."

“It’s shameful that someone as cowardly and timid as Zheng Qian dares to step onto the stage.”

“Hit him, and he’ll be scared.”

Lu Cilin sneered inwardly. Xia Xing had always been Lu Yan's confidant, but he was so clueless. It seemed he needed to find an opportunity to recommend him for a high-ranking official position.

Brainless and lacking in discernment, Lu Yan has a rare subordinate like this. He should be given a high position and great power, otherwise how can he overthrow Lu Yan and sit on the throne?

Zheng Qian kicked a middle-aged man on the ground over, pointed his sword at Xia Xing, and released his killing intent without any concealment.

"He just called me a jerk, now that he's dead, when do you want to die?"

Xia Xing's heart pounded wildly, and he was drenched in cold sweat.

Zheng Qian's killing intent was something that even a spoiled brat, a rookie who had never seen blood, or a seasoned soldier who had fought on the battlefield for years would find hard to resist.

The deceased was a second-rank general in the military, whose status was much higher than that of the son of a minister.

If he doesn't dare kill the Second Prince, why wouldn't he dare kill me?

Xia Xing, who was originally standing and howling, was really frightened. His legs trembled, and a hot stream flowed from his crotch, instantly filling the arena with a foul odor.

"Haha, the Minister's son was so scared he peed his pants."

"You were howling just now, keep howling!"

"Ptooey, stinks! Chief referee, can you throw him out?"

Lu Yan's face was gloomy. Xia Xing was his staunch supporter, and he looked down on Xia Xing, but Xia Xing's father was a minister.

"Zheng Qian, what is the punishment for intimidating the audience?"

Zheng Qian sneered and walked towards Lu Yan: "Your Highness the Crown Prince asked what the punishment should be? Didn't you want to kill me? What else is there to ask? Come on, come and kill me."

Lu Yan's eyelids twitched wildly. "You idiot, you really have no sense of language at all."

Zheng Qian was determined to kill Lu Cilin today. He didn't kill Lu Cilin because he wanted to make one thing clear.

Killing Lu Yan was a mistake.

The Fan, Mo, Li, and Feng families all have Zheng Qian's friends. If he kills Lu Cilin and then Lu Yan, Lu Chu will be furious, and none of these families will survive.

This is power, the shackles that restrain Zheng Qian's anger.

However, Lu Yan ordered the killing of Li Mubai and Feng Wuhen, and in return, he wanted to kill Lu Yan.

With Lu Cilin alive, Lu Chu's throne has someone to inherit, and Lu Cilin also needs to win over people's hearts, so all these families are safe.

Lu Yan felt an increased sense of pressure as he watched Zheng Qian approach with a heavy sword.

"Battle formation, kill!"

The battle formation was something he had prepared for the later group battles, but he had to use it ahead of time in the face of Zheng Qian, who had killed twelve experts at the Dragon Transformation Realm.

With so many Dragon Transformation Realm experts dying, the team's performance in the battle is also uncertain. Lu Yan must win first place in the martial arts test.

Eight experts at the Dragon Transformation Realm stood in three rows in front and four rows behind, with Lu Yan and Li Junpeng standing at the very back.

Li Junpeng is a peak-level Soul Master of the Derivative Realm, and also the most outstanding Soul Master in Guangxiang Kingdom in the last fifty years.

Lu Yan drew his Hongyuan Sword, flames bursting forth from its blade, and then swung it at Zheng Qian.

"Soul Array Weaving".

Sixteen fire dragons shot out from the tip of the sword, blocking Zheng Qian's path. The intense heat distorted the space, instantly trapping Zheng Qian inside.

Just then, the ancient bronze bell in Li Junpeng's hand emitted a golden light.

"The peerless divine bell, with its spiritual power, suppresses the eight wastelands and devours souls and spirits."

hum...

Above the fire array, a mysterious bell covered with enigmatic runes kept spinning, binding Zheng Qian firmly within it.

The runes on the bronze bell emitted beams of golden light, which landed on Zheng Qian, making him feel as if he were carrying a huge mountain on his back, heavy and cumbersome.

Fifty thousand catties, the weight of the falling golden light was fifty thousand catties, which is equivalent to Zheng Qian carrying fifty thousand catties in battle.

"Kill them now."

Li Junpeng roared, "The Soul-Suppressing Bell is the soul spirit I signed. When its gravity presses down on Zheng Qian, it will be the best time to kill him."

The eight experts at the Dragon Transformation Realm had already gathered their strength, and as soon as Li Junpeng roared, they launched their attack.

Whoosh...

Sharp sword and saber energies pierced through the fire dragon and bronze bell, hurtling towards Zheng Qian.

The bronze bell is a special magical artifact; those inside cannot get out, but attacks from the outside can penetrate it, making it extremely powerful.

"Lu Yan actually used a battle formation, which means their team will lose the initiative in the battle."

"The experts at the Dragon Transformation Realm have almost all been killed, and without any battle formations, Lu Yan will be left as a lone commander."

“With the battle formation in place, everyone’s strength is enhanced. Zheng Qian is still bound, and the balance of the battle has tipped in favor of Lu Yan. Zheng Qian is in danger.”

"Zheng Qian, keep it up! You're our influence. Crush them!"

The audience was very excited. They didn't understand battle formations, but they just hoped that Zheng Qian could win.

Bound by the fire dragon and suppressed by gravity, Zheng Qian's eyes flashed with a hint of blood mist. He frantically channeled his energy into the Devouring Heaven Technique, stepping on a triangular formation to dodge attacks while also charging backward.

Ahead was the attack of nine people, but Zheng Qian went against the grain, retreating while simultaneously attacking the bronze bell that enveloped him.

"Three-stage slash".

The Devouring Heaven Technique makes Zheng Qian's attacks more ferocious and powerful. It is a sword technique that is more advanced than the pseudo-god level Starry Sky Illusion Step.

Clang...

The first strike hit the bronze bell, producing a deafening sound that overwhelmed the 50,000 spectators, who covered their ears.

Li Junpeng felt a burning sensation in his throat, and blood spurted onto the bronze bell. He then activated the ancient bronze bell in his hand once more, and the bronze bell in the air shone brightly with golden light, its power reaching 70,000 jin.

"The second strike."

Zheng Qian's momentum was even stronger. This time, instead of slashing backward, he slashed forward instead.

thump...

The bronze bell in Li Junpeng's hand exploded, he spat out blood, his vision went black, and he fell straight down. The bronze bell that bound Zheng Qian also disappeared without a trace.

As the bronze bell vanished, the gravity on Zheng Qian's body also disappeared instantly, and he unleashed his third strike.

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

Zheng Qian roared, and sword light soared into the sky, forming a huge sword shadow that descended from the sky. With Zheng Qian as the origin, it cleaved through Lu Yan's fire dragon formation and slashed down towards Lu Yan.

"die."

Lu Yan took a deep breath, and his cloak turned transparent, flying above him and growing larger in the wind to form a huge defensive net.

"Spiritual energy infusion, defense."

As Lu Yan's roar subsided, eight experts at the Dragon Transformation Realm frantically poured spiritual energy into the cloak, making the transparent cloak even more transparent and incredibly defensive.

boom……

The giant sword struck the transparent cloak with a deafening sound, and the aftershock shattered the protective array around the arena. The audience was blown about, and some were even blown into the air.

puff……

The cloaks burst open, and the eight powerful figures coughed up blood. Although they had defended against Zheng Qian's attack, they were all seriously injured.

They finally managed to block the giant sword.

Lu Yan was still at full strength. He had just thrown out his cloak and hadn't participated in the spiritual energy infusion defense.

"Lu Yan, die."

With starlight shimmering beneath his feet, Zheng Qian charged into their battle formation and launched a fierce attack on Lu Yan.

Lu Yan's Hongyuan Sword was engulfed in flames as he relentlessly fought with Zheng Qian.

"Burning Heaven Flame Technique, kill."

Lu Yan's eyes were filled with madness. His cultivation technique was a king-level technique, and he was a master of both soul and martial arts, so he was not afraid of close combat.

However, Zheng Qian's sword strikes each carried a force exceeding 100,000 jin, while Zheng Qian only possessed 70,000 jin of strength, causing Zheng Qian to repeatedly force him to retreat.

"Fierce Slash".

Zheng Qian raised his heavy sword high and slashed down at Lu Yan.

Lu Yan raised his sword with both hands, and the Hongyuan Sword was struck by the heavy blade, instantly exploding.

puff……

Lu Yan coughed up blood and flew heavily out of the arena, crashing into it.

"die."

Zheng Qian positioned himself in a triangular formation, chasing after Lu Yan, and thrust his sword down.

At this critical moment, Lu Yan roared.

"I surrender."