Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

Zheng Qian wanted to speak on behalf of others and declared that he would accept any challenge from anyone at the same level.

It determines both superiority and inferiority, and also life and death.

Zheng Qian is already number one. Who in the same realm would dare to fight him? Wouldn't that be suicide?

Lu Yan said coldly, "The selection criteria for the representatives are, of course, up to me, the Crown Prince. Whoever I designate, is whoever I choose."

Zheng Qian is challenging his authority and touching his sore spot.

"The Gathering of Heroes is a grand event for fifty nations, not a place for you to flaunt your power. Besides, so what if you're the Crown Prince? There are at least eight or ten Crown Princes here, and no one here acts like you, arbitrarily appointing their cronies as representatives."

As Lu Yan stepped onto the podium, he could no longer suppress the urge to kill Zheng Qian.

"Since it's hosted by Guangxiang Kingdom, it's naturally designated by Guangxiang Kingdom. Could it be that you, Zheng Qian, designated it?"

Zheng Qian spread his hands: "I'm number one, so I'll spare your life. If I can't be a representative, who is?"

In the audience, those watching the spectacle, unafraid of things escalating, began to jeer and jeer.

"If the first place isn't going to be taken, should the twelfth place be?"

"Zheng Qian has already spared your life. If you keep arguing, he will kill you before you have a chance to admit defeat."

"Exactly, exactly. He admitted defeat but was so scared he threw up, and then he still came out and embarrassed himself."

Lu Yan clenched his fists and roared.

"Where is the Qilin Army?"

"exist."

The roar of the Qilin Army resounded throughout the heavens and earth, and the audience dared not speak, all staring nervously at Zheng Qian.

Brother, forget it, let's not argue anymore. It's not as important as life.

Lu Cilin stepped onto the podium and acted as a peacemaker.

“Brother, only Father Emperor can mobilize the Qilin Army. If Zheng Qian wants to be the representative, just let him be. Why get angry?”

"Your Majesty, you are mistaken. With Father Emperor absent, I, the Crown Prince, rule in his stead and am naturally able to mobilize the Qilin Army. Do you perhaps wish to act as his representative as well?"

The two brothers were at odds, and backing down at this point meant backing down in front of the whole world.

"Your Majesty is joking. I came in second place and do not think I am qualified to be a representative."

Lu Cilin was using a strategic retreat to advance; if he, who came in second place, wasn't even qualified to be a representative, then how could Wu Xiaohai, who came in a mere thirteenth place, be a representative?

If I, who came in second place, am not qualified to be a representative, then only Zheng Qian, who came in first place, can be a representative.

Lu Yan sneered: "Royal brother, I, the Crown Prince, have designated Wu Xiaohai as my representative. Do you have any objections?"

Lu Cilin was not afraid at all: "Your Majesty, the selection of representatives must be convincing to the public. Wu Xiaohai is indeed very outstanding, but compared with Zheng Qian, there is still some gap. You did a bit inappropriately in this matter."

"Inappropriate?"

Lu Yan stared at Lu Cilin: "Is my younger brother teaching me how to do things?"

"Your Majesty, what are you saying? I am merely speaking the mind on behalf of everyone."

"Everyone? Who is everyone?"

"Fifty thousand spectators, one hundred thousand Qilin soldiers, and one thousand martial arts test candidates—they are all great figures."

Lu Cilin wore a smile, while Lu Yan had a cold face; the two brothers were now locked in a standoff.

Hu Can came down to the podium and bowed to the two of them.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, as the Chief Judge, I request permission to speak as the representative of the Dragon Shaping Realm. Please grant me permission!"

As a powerful expert at the Liquid Aperture Realm, and the commander of the Imperial Guard, Lu Yan and Lu Cilin had to give him some face.

Hu Can's intervention was to give the two a way out. There was no point in them making a scene. Since Lu Yan's authority had been undermined and Lu Cilin and Zheng Qian had achieved their goals, they would naturally give Hu Can face and back down.

Lu Yan glanced at Lu Cilin with disdain: "Commander Hu taking the position is exactly what I wanted, no problem at all."

Lu Cilin still had a smile on his face: "Thank you for your trouble, Commander Hu."

After receiving replies from both of them, Hu Can straightened up and walked onto the podium.

"Zheng Qianxue, do you think it's appropriate for me to be this representative?"

Zheng Qian shrugged: "I'll listen to the Second Prince. If the Second Prince has no objections, of course I have no objections either."

Lu Yan squinted at Lu Cilin, surprised that Zheng Qian was one of his men.

No wonder Lu Cilin was ambushed and injured during the competition, and then leisurely closed his eyes to heal, while Zheng Qian directly attacked them.

It turned out to be Lu Cilin's trick, knocking him out of the top ten, and then Lu Cilin himself took second place.

Brother, what a clever tactic.

Then, you can die with me tonight.

With Lu Chu gone, Lu Yan has all the power in Guangxiang City and the Imperial Palace. Killing a few people is as easy as pie for him.

Lu Cilin's death will certainly enrage Lu Chu, but the dead cannot be brought back to life. Does Lu Chu intend to kill the crown prince, abandon Guangxiang Kingdom, and become a personal disciple at the headquarters of the Demon Radiance Sect, leaving him all alone?

Lu Yan's death list has been updated with the name Lu Cilin.

In a tent at the back of the audience, a young man was playing with a blood-stained blade, staring at Zheng Qian on the podium.

"Accepting any challenge, to determine who is superior and to decide life and death. What arrogant words! I, this young master, would like to see just how strong this monstrous genius of the Ninefold Thunder Tribulation truly is."

The young man continued, "Tell Li Sheng that I will have a fair fight with Zheng Qian tonight, and tell him to send the best healing medicine to Zheng Qian."

"Yes, Young Sect Master."

In the darkness, no one could be seen, but the young man could be heard responding to him.

Zheng Qian was unaware that he had been targeted by a mysterious powerful figure who wanted to fight him fairly.

Zheng Qian and Lu Cilin stepped down from the podium. He didn't get to speak, and neither did Wu Xiaohai. So Hu Can had to speak.

Feng Wuhen and Li Mubai are now able to get up and move around. Their healing medicine is indeed extraordinary. Zheng Qian just took a few pills, and his internal injuries have improved a lot.

Li Mubai sat in his seat, silent, his eyes vacant and lifeless, looking as if he were about to commit suicide.

Feng Wuhen winked at Zheng Qian, and then the two walked toward the open space of the military camp.

"How are your injuries? Are you still able to fight?"

Zheng Qian grinned: "No problem at all. You don't need to worry about my injuries. I'll only get stronger as the battle goes on."

On the arena, Zheng Qian killed Dragon Transformation Realm experts. For each person he killed, the light screen fed him five drops of mysterious liquid. He only suffered a minor internal injury with the last blow, but he also killed Wen Zhengsheng and obtained five drops of mysterious liquid, which restored his injuries to about 70-80%.

There are two ways to collect psychic energy. One is to receive gratitude, which can only be done once per person, and it takes one hundred people to provide one drop of the mysterious liquid.

One method is to obtain spiritual power by killing people. One hundred people in the Body Refinement Realm provide one drop of mysterious liquid, while one person in the Spirit Fusion Realm provides one drop of mysterious liquid. The presence of spiritual energy is the most fundamental difference in the amount of spiritual power provided.

Those in the Dragon Shaping Realm are even stronger; one person can provide five drops of Mystic Liquid.

One drop of the mysterious liquid adds ten jin of strength. Five drops are provided by each person in the Dragon Shaping Realm. In other words, Zheng Qian can increase his strength by five hundred jin by killing ten Dragon Shaping Realm experts.

This is why Zheng Qian doesn't use the "Devouring Heaven Technique" sword technique on the stage. He gains power by killing people, and the "Devouring Heaven Technique" sword technique is even more powerful, stealing life force; it's all demonic art.

The moment demonic powers are revealed, they will inevitably be scorned and besieged, so Zheng Qian is very cautious and avoids using the Devouring Heaven Sword Technique whenever possible.

Zheng Qian has already figured out the proportions of the mysterious liquid's healing properties. One drop is enough to restore him to his peak condition when he is in the Body Refining Realm, ten drops are needed when he is in the Spirit Fusion Realm, and fifty drops are needed when he is in the Dragon Shaping Realm.

Starting from the Spirit Fusion Realm, as long as he kills ten experts of the same realm, he can recover to full strength.

Feng Wuhen looked in the direction of the palace, his face full of worry.

"Mu Bai's suicidal tendencies are becoming increasingly obvious. We must rescue Tian Jie tonight, otherwise Mu Bai's determination to die will be too dangerous."

Zheng Qian stopped in his tracks: "Wuhen, you just need to tell me the time and place. Leave the matter of rescuing Tian Jie to me."

Feng Wuhen took a deep breath, his worry deepening.

"Seven o'clock tonight, at the Crown Prince's residence."