Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

He's a madman, a complete madman.

Jin Jindao looked at Zheng Qian rushing past him, feeling both admiration and anger.

You've got a horse to ride and you're good at fighting, but you should consider me first. I'm a big shot in Lvchang County, and it's humiliating for me to be running behind you horsemen.

"Zheng Qian, stop fighting, come back."

He Zuowen shouted anxiously, but his voice was drowned out by the sound of horses' hooves, and Zheng Qian couldn't hear him at all.

Upon seeing Zheng Qian charging towards them on horseback, the Red Turban Army scattered in panic. Although their morale was high, they dared not attack the God of Slaughter. Their battalion commander and lieutenant generals all chose to remain silent, as they simply did not have the courage to launch an attack.

Zheng Qian felt hot all over, a consequence of absorbing too much mysterious liquid in a short period of time, and he needed to release it.

Rushing to a catapult, Zheng Qian pulled his warhorse off and lifted the catapult, which weighed over a thousand pounds, with one hand.

This catapult originally required the combined efforts of many people to move, but in Zheng Qian's hands, it seemed as light as a feather.

"Holy crap, that's awesome."

"This is eye-opening. Even the God of Slaughter of the North Gate isn't as powerful as him."

"He is the God of Slaughter of the North Gate."

"Damn, I've finally met the God of Slaughter. He's even more ferocious than the rumors say."

The tens of thousands of Red Turban soldiers were stunned by Zheng Qian, and they retreated even faster, fearing that Zheng Qian would throw the catapults at them.

"kill!"

Upon seeing Zheng Qian return, the Red Turban Army leader gave an order, and tens of thousands of Red Turban cavalry launched a frenzied charge towards Zheng Qian and his men.

800 meters, 600 meters...

The entire ground trembled, as if a long dragon was attacking from the darkness, indestructible.

Just then, Zheng Qian made a move. He raised the catapult with one hand and spun it rapidly in the air.

One lap, two laps...

The rotation speed increased, and the whirlwind whipped up the yellow sand on the ground, forming a tornado.

Supernatural power: Lock.

Zheng Qian activated his supernatural power to lock onto the target and used all his strength to hurl the massive catapult at the Red Turban Army leader in the distance.

The catapult left a dark shadow in the air, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, as it ripped through the sky and crashed down on the charging leader.

The leader saw the catapult flying towards him, with no way to avoid it. As if locked on, he immediately channeled his inner strength, determined to smash the catapult, capture Zheng Qian, and make him wish he were dead.

With a long howl, he leaped from his horse, his silver spear flying, and slammed it heavily into the catapult.

"What power can a mere mid-stage Bone Refining Realm cultivator possibly have? Shatter it!"

"The leader has made his move."

"Three months later, the leader has made his move again."

"The leader will surely win."

Amidst the excited shouts of the Red Turban Army, the silver spears gleamed coldly in the air as they crashed down from the heights.

In that instant, a flicker of panic flashed in the eyes of the Red Turban Army leader. He slammed his spear a beat slower than the catapult, and his body slammed hard into the catapult.

whoosh...

The catapult continued its momentum, and with a whoosh, it carried the leader into the darkness.

"Leader!" the Red Turban soldiers exclaimed in surprise. They had never expected that Zheng Qian would be able to defeat their leader in one blow.

The cavalry were stunned; they didn't know whether to go find their leader or hunt down Zheng Qian.

The person at the front immediately made a choice and sought out the leader.

Without a leader, killing Zheng Qian would be pointless, especially since the leader had already been knocked away; their going there would be tantamount to suicide.

"Haha, so easily defeated."

Zheng Qian leaped onto his warhorse, let out a loud laugh, and galloped off towards Malanshan.

Tens of thousands of Red Turban Army soldiers stood in place, watching them leave.

In the darkness, the leader pushed aside the catapult, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with resentment.

He besieged the city with 150,000 troops, but unexpectedly Zheng Qian killed an entire battalion of soldiers on the same day. He used a trick to enter the city, but Zheng Qian still managed to break through the siege. He even personally went into battle, but was blown away by a catapult.

The leader was furious. He was a master of the Blood Refining Realm, yet his strength was inferior to Zheng Qian, who was only at the mid-stage of the Bone Refining Realm. Why was that?

Could it be that my efforts are inferior to his talent?

Regardless, Zheng Qian must die today.

The leader wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes blazing with boundless hatred. He grabbed the silver spear his men had found in the bushes and galloped towards his warhorse, shouting loudly as he did so.

"The cavalry battalion will follow me, the rest of you will enter the city, occupy it, and wait for my return."

By the time the leader mounted his warhorse, Zheng Qian and his party had already run three kilometers and were no longer visible.

Ahead, Zheng Qian caught up with the main force on horseback. Boss Jin and his group of martial arts experts looked to be in excellent condition. After all, they were all experts, and traveling dozens of kilometers was no problem for them.

"Tiezhu, proceed to the second phase of the plan."

"Alright,镖头 (镖头 is a nickname for a镖师, meaning镖头 is a person who is skilled or skilled in镖局, but doesn't have the same meaning)."

Zhang Tiezhu ran his hands through his hair and shouted in a very flamboyant manner, "Third team, move to both sides of the road to cover the rear and scatter fodder for the horses."

One hundred Changwu soldiers stepped aside and waited until all their running teammates had passed before taking out iron filings from the packs they were carrying.

That's right, it's the weapon scraps piled up like mountains in the brocade knife shop. Now they've brought them out and made them all into triangular shapes with three protruding spikes. No matter where they're thrown or how they land, one spike will always be pointing upwards.

They dropped them as they went; this was their method of blocking cavalry pursuit—lightweight and easy to use.

Zheng Qian was filled with vigilance during this breakout, so he prepared a backup plan. He knew that successfully breaking through this time did not mean they were safe.

The Red Turban Army leaders were very powerful, and they also had a large number of troops. Whether they could withstand another attack from the Red Turban Army remains to be seen.

After all, the Red Turban Army could kill everyone and wear him down in a protracted war; he was well aware of his strengths and weaknesses.

The Red Turban Army entered the city, but they were wiped out before they could even warm up, which is why they didn't hesitate to charge out.

Once the south gate was breached, all the Red Turban Army troops rushed into the city, so there were no enemy troops to intercept them along the way. Zheng Qian's judgment was very correct; the south was the best route to escape.

However, he still had some questions that he hadn't figured out, so he neither stubbornly defended the county town nor rashly entered Yan City. After all, the county magistrate hadn't yet told him the core information about Zheng Le and the county magistrate's plan.

Therefore, Zheng Qian decided to find a safe place to rest as soon as possible before considering his next move.

Behind them, the leader led 10,000 cavalry in a full-scale pursuit.

Suddenly, the warhorse neighed as its hooves struck a thorn, its front legs buckled, and it lunged forward, kicking up dust.

hissing...

The leader reacted quickly, rolling forward with his hands on the ground to reduce the impact and bounce up.

The soldiers behind him didn't react as quickly, following closely behind him, their warhorses charging at breakneck speed and crashing directly into him.

puff……

The leader was knocked to the ground and spat out another mouthful of blood.

The group behind, unaware of what was happening ahead, continued galloping wildly, only to crash directly into the horses' hindquarters.

"Holy crap, which idiot stopped?"

"Wouldn't they have shouted something? It's very dangerous to be trampled."

"I...poof..."

Ten thousand cavalrymen clashed, and shouts of anger and the sound of blood spurting rang out, particularly jarring in the dark sky.

At the very front, Cao Hong, the leader's deputy, was very flustered and anxious after knocking the leader away. He jumped off his warhorse and landed steadily.

呲......

The sound of two sharp spikes piercing flesh rang out, followed by...

"what……"

Cao Hong screamed in agony as both his feet were embedded in the sharp spikes of the Mitsubishi. Blood was streaming down his face, and the excruciating pain made it impossible for him to stand. He collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"Ah...ah..."

His screams became even more agonizing, as three triangular spikes were embedded in each of his buttocks.

"Cao, Cao!"

Cao Hong's voice trembled. He couldn't sit, he couldn't stand, and he dared not lie down, for who knew how many more sharp spikes lay hidden on the ground?

The leader gritted his teeth; he wished he could eat Zheng Qian's flesh and drink his blood. But he knew he couldn't pursue rashly; he had to clear the sharp edges of the road ahead.

"Guards, clear the spikes from the road."

Some of the five hundred guards were still on horseback, some were on the ground, and some were already dead. Except for the dead, they all ran to the front to clear away the Mitsubishi spikes.

The captain of the guards said cautiously, "Chief, you have a triangular spike on your back. Let me remove it for you."

The leader turned around, his back to the captain, and was surrounded by a dense array of sharp triangular spikes.

呲......

Each time a seed was plucked, a spurt of blood would spurt out.

The leader roared, "Zheng Qian, I swear I will not rest until I kill you!"