Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

“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.”

After Zheng Qian finished speaking, he carried Qin Yong on his back and walked towards the brocade knife shop. The Red Turban Army soldiers made way for him, dropping their spears and not daring to obstruct him in the slightest.

Arrogant, so arrogant it defies description.

There were tens of thousands of Red Turban Army soldiers in the entire West District, but Zheng Qian said that killing the enemy commander would be as easy as turning his hand, but no one dared to object.

Zheng Qian is just that arrogant. He has the right to be arrogant. As long as he kills fast enough, he can keep killing.

Now, he's least afraid of being ganged up on.

Li Cheng's face turned ashen; he dared not reply, for he shared the same opinion.

As the commander-in-chief of this siege, and with the leader ordering him to capture Zheng Qian, he had no reason to back down, nor could he back down.

Only by using a scheme can Zheng Qian be killed.

He makes a living with his brain, not by brute force.

Watching Zheng Qian's retreating figure, Li Cheng waved to those behind him. Five Red Turban soldiers slowly pushed out the triple-bow crossbow; they had actually pushed it down from the west city wall.

Li Cheng personally took the lead, nocked a two-meter-long arrow, drew the crossbow to its full draw, aimed at Qin Yong's back, and released the bowstring, which was also where Zheng Qian's heart was located.

chirp...

The two-meter-long arrow whistled through the air, and under the illumination of the flames, it seemed to emit red lightning as it shot out.

This arrow carried the Red Turban Army's expectations and hopes; all their eyes were focused on Zheng Qian, as if they could see him pierced through the heart by an arrow.

They were disappointed. The eyes of the Red Turban Army soldiers on Zheng Qian's flanks and in front betrayed Li Cheng's actions, including the sound of him pulling the three-bow crossbow.

Just as the arrow was about to hit, Zheng Qian turned and dodged to the side, his heavy sword slicing through the darkness.

Ding……

A spark flashed, and the arrow was cut down by the heavy sword.

Zheng Qian's killing intent locked onto Li Cheng as if it were a tangible force, and he roared.

"Li Cheng, you're dead."

Before he finished speaking, Zheng Qian had already rushed towards Li Cheng, while the Red Turban Army remained standing there, at a loss.

A chill ran down his spine to his forehead. Li Cheng was frightened and quickly retreated while shouting.

"Archers, fire!"

According to Li Cheng's plan, they would occupy the west and south cities, then advance into the east city, eventually besiege Zheng Qian at the north gate, wound him with archers, and finally capture him to hand him over to their leader to complete the mission.

Unexpectedly, Zheng Qian came to Qin Yong's rescue alone, catching him off guard and forcing him to launch his archers to fire ahead of time.

He no longer seeks to capture Zheng Qian alive, but only to kill him.

The three thousand men of the Second Battalion remained surrounding Li Cheng, each equipped with a bow and twenty arrows. At this moment, all three thousand men drew their bows and, regardless of whether they might accidentally injure their Red Turban Army comrades, all fired at Zheng Qian.

whoosh...

Thousands of arrows rained down on Zheng Qian like a dark cloud, whistling as they hurtled towards him. It was as if the gods were enraged, unleashing a volley of arrows that was awe-inspiring.

Zheng Qian didn't even flinch at the arrows. He wielded his heavy sword like a propeller, deflecting all the arrows. The resulting gust of wind made the Red Turban Army stagger.

With the full force of ten thousand jin unleashed, not a single arrow could get close.

Qin Yong, who weighs over 100 pounds, felt weightless on his back.

Upon seeing this, Li Cheng was startled. However, he did not give up; instead, he became even more determined to eliminate Zheng Qian.

"Whoever kills Zheng Qian will be awarded a special-class military merit, take over the administration of Lvchang County, and be rewarded with ten thousand taels of gold. Kill him!"

The promise of a great reward always attracts brave men. The Red Turban Army soldiers were envious. The reward Li Cheng offered was more than they could earn in ten lifetimes. Even knowing it meant certain death, they were determined to fight for it. Everyone wanted to be the lucky one.

"kill."

Suddenly, the Red Turban soldiers to Zheng Qian's left raised their spears, their eyes filled with madness, discontent with their current lives, and longing for the future.

puff.

A flash of sword light, and a single strike shattered everything.

The blood did not frighten the Red Turban Army; on the contrary, it aroused their desire and awakened their fighting spirit.

A first-class merit award, the position of managing the county town, and ten thousand taels of gold—it's too tempting!

"I don't believe he's made of iron, kill him."

"Yes, he's just one person, while we have hundreds of thousands. Surely one of us can kill him."

"A person dies with a scar the size of a bowl, so let's risk it all."

"Let's fight, brothers, kill!"

Li Cheng's tactics were very successful. The Red Turban Army surged towards Zheng Qian like a tide, attempting to overwhelm him with sheer numbers.

Zheng Qian, however, was not afraid at all. He sneered and suddenly sprang up, like a bolt of lightning slicing through the sky. He brandished his long sword and charged into the Red Turban Army, with each swing of his sword causing enemy soldiers to fall.

His sword flashed like the scythe of death, reaping lives among the Red Turban Army.

Li Cheng watched helplessly as Zheng Qian charged forward amidst the vast army, his heart filled with terror.

He tried desperately to escape, but Red Turban Army soldiers were everywhere, and his retreat was not as fast as Zheng Qian's advance.

As Zheng Qian drew ever closer, Li Cheng panicked completely. He had just gained the leader's trust and could not afford to die here. He hurriedly ordered the brothers of the Second Battalion to shoot arrows.

"Shoot, shoot an arrow."

As volleys of arrows rained down, Zheng Qian's heavy sword moved with impenetrable skill, offering no resistance whatsoever.

Zheng Qian only needs two seconds to mobilize his blood energy to use the Explosive Slash. Once the Explosive Slash is used, it will kill at least seven or eight people. During this time, he can reap many lives by swinging his sword. Every two seconds, he can obtain a mysterious liquid, which can restore his physical strength and mental strength, so he does not feel tired or fatigued at all.

The more he fought, the fiercer he became; the more powerful the heavy sword became.

As Zheng Qian kills more people, he gains more blood energy, making his Explosive Slash attack even more powerful.

On the streets, more and more corpses appeared, and gradually the Red Turban Army's fear was replaced by greed.

The god of war at the North Gate—they finally witnessed his invincible martial prowess.

"A demon, he really is a demon."

"No, I don't want the gold anymore. Let me go from here."

"Back up! Don't rush forward, people will die!"

There were too many Red Turban Army soldiers. Those in front wanted to retreat, while those behind rushed forward to earn military merit. They jostled each other, eventually blocking the street.

Li Cheng wanted to cry. Why did I have to run into this jinx? He was fighting an entire army by himself, and now he only had a few deputy generals protecting him. He felt completely unsafe.

Zheng Qian was very fast. Wherever he passed, there were corpses everywhere and rivers of blood. He was about to kill his way to him.

His sword was incredibly fast.

In despair, Li Cheng drew his sword. Knowing he was doomed, he chose to fight and launched an attack on Zheng Qian.

"kill."

"Li Cheng, die."

Zheng Qian charged at him like a war god, ignoring his sword. He swung his heavy sword, a flash of blood, and Li Cheng's head flew high into the air, blood spurting out.

Li Cheng, the commander-in-chief of this siege, was killed by Zheng Qian with a single sword stroke.

"General Li is dead, flee."

The army suffered a crushing defeat, and the news quickly spread throughout Lüchang City.

The Red Turban Army was thrown into chaos. Without their commander, they scattered like headless flies.

Zheng Qian stood on the battlefield, holding a blood-dripping longsword, his cold gaze sweeping across his surroundings. In the afterglow of the flames, his figure appeared even taller and more imposing, like an invincible war god.

"Bro, you're really awesome."

Qin Yong witnessed the entire process firsthand. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he really wouldn't have believed that a person could seem to have inexhaustible physical strength and become stronger with each battle.

"Brother Qin, hang in there!"

"Don't worry, you won't die."

Zheng Qian smiled knowingly; as long as Qin Yong was alive, he was relieved.