Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

"kill him."

As soon as Li Cheng finished speaking, everyone rushed to attack Qin Yong.

Killing the enemy's highest-ranking general earns a first-class merit award, and everyone wants to be that lucky one.

"kill."

Qin Yong took a deep breath, relying on his unbreakable will to make a final stand. Gradually, Qin Yong felt the weight in his hands growing heavier, and his eyelids growing heavier as well.

Am I going to die?

His mind flashed with his mother's kind face, his wife's shy demeanor at their wedding, and his daughter's crying when she was sick. He felt very unwilling.

But he really had no strength left; he was very tired and wanted to sleep.

Da da……

Just as Qin Yong was about to give up, the sound of horses' hooves suddenly came from afar. The sound was particularly jarring on the silent battlefield, like heavenly music, bringing a glimmer of hope to the people in despair.

Qin Yong looked up and saw a black-clad knight rushing towards him like a whirlwind, his figure appearing exceptionally tall in the flames.

"The God of Slaughter, the God of Slaughter of the North Gate."

"Retreat, retreat quickly, it's the God of Slaughter."

"He's a god of death, he's terrifying."

This knight was none other than Zheng Qian, the infamous God of Slaughter.

He wielded a heavy sword, its blade gleaming with a cold light, seemingly capable of cleaving through any obstacle. He rode his warhorse, charging forward with unstoppable force.

No one dared to step forward to stop them, and those who couldn't dodge in time were all killed with a single sword strike.

The Red Turban Army was terrified.

Zheng Qian's arrival seemed to inject new strength into Qin Yong. He opened his eyes wide, unleashed his last bit of fighting power, swung two swords, and collapsed with his body limp.

hissing...

The warhorse neighed in pain, and Zheng Qian stepped on it, using his strength to paralyze it and make it fall to the ground. Like a flying man, he flew over the heads of the Red Turban Army, smashed the stone slabs with a thud, and landed next to Qin Yong.

Qin Yong's body was falling when suddenly a loud bang was heard, and a strong hand caught him, finally preventing him from falling on the battlefield.

Qin Yong smiled, "Brother, you've come."

Nodding, Zheng Qian spoke softly but with great determination.

"Brother Qin, I'll lead you out of here."

Qin Yong's smile widened. "Okay."

He felt reassured when his brother arrived; this was the brother he trusted most and who was also the strongest.

Qin Yong was seriously injured and urgently needed medical treatment. Zheng Qian did not want to continue fighting and urgently needed to take him to see a doctor.

He removed the cloth strips from the sword sheath, carried Qin Yong on his back, wrapped the cloth strips around his armpits, and then wrapped them around his waist twice to ensure that they wouldn't fall off during the battle.

The streets were filled with Red Turban Army soldiers, but no one dared to step forward. They all watched silently as Zheng Qian tied Qin Yong to his back and prepared to leave.

"Zheng Qian".

A voice came, and Zheng Qian looked over to see a young general in bright armor. He was radiant, as if he had just been promoted, and his eyes revealed wisdom, suppressing the joy of his promotion.

He was putting on an act; although he revealed signs of pressure, he was mostly arrogant.

"Li Cheng?"

"That's right, I am General Li Cheng, and you can't escape today."

"Haha..." Zheng Qian laughed loudly.

"Who dares to stop me?"

Who dares to stop me...stop me...

The sound echoed in the air above Lvchang City, chilling the hearts of the Red Turban Army, who all retreated in unison.

The general beside Li Cheng drew his greatsword. His eyes were piercing and full of killing intent. His body was all muscle and fat. He walked step by step toward Zheng Qian. The Red Turban Army made way for him and dared not block his way in the slightest.

"Arrogant! I, General Wu Yi, will see how much skill this so-called God of Slaughter has."

"Wu Yi, so he is the Wu Yi known as the Wrathful Sword Wasteland."

"When the Angry Sword Wilderness makes a move, even the God of Slaughter would kneel. I heard he's already at the peak of the Bone Refining Realm, he's incredibly powerful."

"Yes, I heard that he killed countless people in the wasteland by himself with his sword, and finally earned the title of 'Wrathful Sword of the Wasteland'."

"It's a sure thing. With Rage Sword Wilderness making his move, victory is assured."

As soon as Wu Yi announced his name, the Red Turban Army regained its morale.

It's not that the God of Slaughter isn't fierce; it's just that the Furious Sword of the Wasteland is too famous. He has been invincible in the Wasteland for thirteen years, so who would dare to underestimate him?

“Dead people don’t need to give their names.” Zheng Qian didn’t underestimate him and simply ignored him.

It's only at the peak of the Bone Refining Realm; it's not up to par.

With each step Wu Yi took, his aura grew increasingly fierce. Zheng Qian's disregard enraged him, and he wanted to teach this so-called god of death a lesson. His mission for today was to kill Zheng Qian, a task personally assigned by the leader, and he not only had to complete it, but he had to complete it flawlessly.

The greatsword in his hand gleamed with a cold light; its blade was thick and heavy, seemingly capable of cleaving the heavens and earth. His eyes flashed with ruthlessness and disdain, as if he had already foreseen Zheng Qian's defeat.

Their gazes met in mid-air, like two proud giants who saw each other as nothing more than a weak little cutie that could be crushed with a single step.

"The Red Turban Army will surely win."

"Wrathful Swords of the Wasteland, Victory is assured."

"Wrath of the Wasteland, kill him."

The Red Turban Army roared, believing that victory would surely belong to the Wrathful Sword Wasteland and to the Red Turban Army. Wu Yi of the Wrathful Sword Wasteland shared this belief, his morale reaching its peak.

Ten meters away from Zheng Qian, Wu Yi suddenly lunged forward, leaving an afterimage in his wake.

"die."

Wu Yi launched the first attack, wielding his giant sword with the force of thunder as he slashed at Zheng Qian.

Wilderness Wolf.

He immediately used his ultimate technique, Wilderness Wolf, with his giant sword resembling a proud and invincible wolf king. Each sword aura was a wolf, and the wolf-like sword aura crisscrossed, seemingly about to tear the entire Green Chang City apart.

Zheng Qian remained calm and composed. His blood energy suddenly surged, like burning flames, making him appear as if a war god had descended.

Explosive Slash.

With the power of his blood energy, the heavy sword seemed to come alive, circling around Zheng Qian's body before slashing towards Wu Yi.

The heavy sword clashed with the greatsword, producing a deafening roar.

Zheng Qian's heavy sword seemed to contain boundless power, dissolving Wu Yi's sword energy one by one. The heavy sword continued its momentum, slashing towards Wu Yi with sharp sword energy.

This sword strike was as fast as lightning and as fierce as a whirlwind, leaving no room for evasion.

A flicker of terror crossed Wu Yi's eyes. He tried to swing his greatsword to defend himself, but it was too late. With a deafening crash, Zheng Qian's heavy sword cleaved Wu Yi's greatsword in two, its momentum undiminished, slicing Wu Yi's body in two.

Blood splattered everywhere, staining the entire street red.

The Red Turban Army was still holding their spears and shouting, but in one fell swoop, the invincible Wilderness Sword Warrior, Wilderness Wu Yi, was instantly killed.

Silence. The streets, packed with people, were completely silent.

The battle ended so suddenly that it was unbelievable.

In a single exchange, Wu Yi, a peak-level expert in the Bone Refining Realm, was killed by Zheng Qian. It was nothing short of a miraculous battle.

Zheng Qian, carrying Qin Yong on his back, stared at Li Cheng with a calm expression, showing no regard for the Red Turban Army.

“Li Cheng, you shouldn’t be so close to me. It would be easy for me to kill you. If I leave, no one can stop me. If I stay, you will all die.”