Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

Chapter 437 The Power of a Grade 3 Magic Weapon

When Zheng Qian's name resounded across the battlefield, the hidden powerhouses behind the three clans were no longer calm.

"Hmph, the original plan was to start a gate-blocking battle to wash away the shame today, but it seems it will turn into a gate-guarding battle, guarding the shame."

"So that's why Duan Na came out. It turns out Zheng Qian came out to protect her when he arrived at the Starry Chess Formation."

"Let's go, post a notice asking for backup. Zheng Qian is coming to block the door."

The powerful figures from the three races have left. They will not help the demon-transforming realm prodigy escape, because that is the rule of the battlefield.

What war doesn't involve death? Even at the pseudo-god level, and for those in positions of power, as long as the dead aren't people they deem important, the death toll is just a number.

Zhao Mingxiu beheaded Lie Xiao with a single sword strike, the sharp blade seemingly cleaving the air in two, showcasing his unparalleled combat prowess. His face showed no sign of fatigue, but rather an even more resolute expression, his gaze sharp as a hawk's as he surveyed the fleeing demons of the three races.

"Brothers, press your advantage! Leave no one alive!" Zhao Mingxiu's voice pierced the battlefield, inspiring every member of the Iron Blood Alliance. Like tigers unleashed from their cages, their momentum was unstoppable, and they relentlessly pursued the three races' prodigies, giving them no chance to breathe.

Zheng Qian followed closely behind, his figure like a ghost, darting across the battlefield. With each strike of his sword, he cleared obstacles for Zhao Mingxiu, protecting his safety. His swordsmanship was sharp and precise, each strike hitting vital points perfectly, leaving onlookers in awe. A cold smile played on his lips, a smile that reflected both confidence in his strength and a chilling killing intent towards the demon race.

Racial sworn enemies, it's either you die or I die; there's no right or wrong, only life and death.

The three races' demonic forces were thrown into chaos. Their once tight formation was now like a pile of loose sand, each acting independently and only concerned with escaping. However, the members of the Iron Blood Alliance, like a pack of hunting wolves, pressed forward relentlessly, driving them step by step into a desperate situation.

"Hahaha, today is your doom!" Zhao Mingxiu laughed loudly, his laughter filled with pride and domineering spirit, as if the entire battlefield was cheering for his victory.

Just then, a long, drawn-out horn blast rang out—a distress signal from the Three Races Alliance. Zheng Qian and Li Zun exchanged a glance, both feeling a chill run down their spines. They knew they were about to face the defenders of the first checkpoint, but their eyes showed no sign of retreat, only an even stronger will to fight.

"Brothers, prepare for a new challenge!" Zhao Mingxiu raised his greatsword high, his voice like thunder, resonating in the hearts of every member of the Iron Blood Alliance. They straightened their chests, gripped their magical weapons tightly, and prepared to face the impending storm.

Just then, a group of heavily armored warriors wielding long spears charged in from afar. They were the elite troops of the Three Races Alliance, their momentum so fierce that they seemed poised to devour the entire battlefield.

"Hmph, just in time!" Zhao Mingxiu snorted coldly, swinging his greatsword once more, a more dazzling sword light slicing through the sky, pointing directly at the group of elite warriors. Zheng Qian followed closely behind, his swordsmanship even more ferocious, each strike like lightning cleaving through the enemy's defenses, opening a path for Zhao Mingxiu to kill the enemy.

The members of the Ironblood Alliance roared and surged towards the enemy like a tidal wave, engaging in a fierce battle with the elite forces of the three-race alliance.

On the battlefield, shouts of battle shook the heavens and the earth; the crisp clash of metal and the roar of magic intertwined into a chaotic yet magnificent symphony. Zhao Mingxiu charged ahead, his sword unstoppable, each strike accompanied by the force of a thunderbolt, slaying the elite warriors of the three-race alliance one by one. His figure darted across the battlefield like a war god descending, unstoppable by anyone.

Zheng Qian became a ghost on the battlefield. His swordsmanship was incredibly fast; each strike left a trail of blood, accurately crippling the enemy while leaving the final blows to his teammates. He and Zhao Mingxiu worked seamlessly together, one in the open and one in the shadows, gradually tearing apart the enemy's defenses.

Zhao Mingxiu went berserk; he had never experienced such a thrilling and exhilarating battle.

Seeing that Zhao Mingxiu was only focused on killing the enemy, Zheng Qian made a gesture to Li Zun, who immediately understood. Zheng Qian put him in charge of overall command. Standing on a high point, his eyes were sharp, surveying every corner of the battlefield. He waved his command flag continuously, directing the members of the Iron Blood Alliance to respond to the enemy's offensive with optimal tactics. Under his command, the members of the Iron Blood Alliance were like a precise war machine, constantly adjusting their formations to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy.

Although the elite troops of the Three Races Alliance were valiant, they gradually showed signs of fatigue under the powerful offensive of the Iron-Blooded Alliance. Their defenses began to crumble, and their morale was steadily eroding. Meanwhile, the members of the Iron-Blooded Alliance fought with increasing ferocity, their eyes gleaming with unwavering determination, vowing to annihilate all enemies on this land.

“Your brother is a remarkable leader.” Zhao Minghang stared at Li Zun. He knew that the Iron Blood Alliance’s overwhelming victory today was not only due to the third-grade magic weapon, but also to Li Zun’s superb command tactics.

Without Li Zun's command, the Iron Blood Alliance would certainly suffer casualties.

"Thank you for your praise, Lord Zhao. My younger brother has always been a key figure in the sect's training program, so he has been learning about combat command. However, he is still a newcomer in the Youfeng Rift Valley, and I hope that you will provide him with guidance and mentorship in the future." Li Ming spoke politely. Of course, he knew that Li Zun was very powerful, after all, he was his own younger brother and a direct disciple of Long Batian. If Zheng Qian hadn't appeared, he would have been a leading figure in the Southern Region's Dragon Shaping Realm. How could he not be powerful?

Just as the two were talking, the situation on the battlefield suddenly changed. The three-race alliance realized that a direct confrontation would be difficult to win, and began an organized retreat, attempting to use the terrain to their advantage for an ambush. This change did not escape Zheng Qian's keen intuition. He flashed and appeared beside Li Zun, whispering, "They want to retreat. We can't let them succeed. In this battle, we must annihilate them all."

Upon hearing this, a resolute glint flashed in Li Zun's eyes. He swiftly adjusted the gesture of his command flag, conveying new instructions. The members of the Iron Blood Alliance immediately changed formation, abandoning a full-scale attack and instead splitting into several small teams to employ encirclement tactics, intending to completely surround the Three Races Alliance. Seeing this, Zhao Mingxiu's spirits soared. He brandished his longsword like a wild beast, charging straight into the enemy's heartland. Wherever he went, enemies fell, clearing the way for the encirclement to form.

Zheng Qian moved silently across the battlefield, his swordsmanship even more ferocious at this moment. Each strike precisely cut off the enemy's retreat or struck their vitals, forcing them into a desperate battle. He and Zhao Mingxiu, one inside and one outside, cooperated effectively, and with the collaboration of the Southern Region's geniuses, they drove the Three Races Alliance to the brink of defeat.

As time went on, the encirclement gradually shrank, and the members of the three-race alliance began to panic, with morale plummeting.

Duan Na stood atop the Starry Chess Formation, her beautiful eyes brimming with an eerie light. Her focus on the battle among the Dragon Shaping Realm geniuses today was simply to protect Zhao Mingxiu, nothing more. She hadn't expected that the Southern Region geniuses, under Li Zun's command and relying on third-grade magic artifacts, could rout a thousand prodigies from the three races with just two hundred men. Furthermore, they were even capable of holding their own against the regular army of the three races' alliance, and seemed poised to annihilate the prodigies.

"This Li Zun is not bad, as for Zheng Qian, well, hehe." Duan Na sneered inwardly. Li Zun's performance was commendable, but Zheng Qian's ease made her look down on him.

Zheng Qian was unparalleled in combat power, but the way he deliberately let Zhao Mingxiu fight to his heart's content, even crippling the enemy and handing them over to Zhao Mingxiu to kill, made Duan Na even more disgusted with him.

Such fake and contrived affection is only appreciated by a novice like Zhao Mingxiu. The upright Duan Na cannot tolerate someone as cunning and manipulative as Zheng Qian.

Zheng Qian was unaware that General Duan Na no longer liked him. At this moment, he was still working hard to cripple the enemy and then hand them over to Zhao Mingxiu to kill, thus gaining military merit for him.

Duan Na wasn't a core member of the Zhao family. Otherwise, if she knew that Zhao Mingxiu had given the Iron Blood Alliance over 400 third-grade magic artifacts, five fourth-grade magic artifacts, and seven sixth-grade magic artifacts free of charge, worth 100,000 mid-grade spirit crystals without a discount and over 20,000 mid-grade spirit crystals even with a 20% discount, she wouldn't have looked down on Zheng Qian, but rather envied him.

Just then, a strong tremor came from afar, accompanied by a deafening roar. Everyone looked up and saw hundreds of enormous demonic beasts rushing towards them from a distance, their bodies radiating a powerful demonic aura, as if they were about to shroud the entire battlefield in their shadow.

"Rock Spirit Armored Beast! It's actually a Rock Spirit Armored Beast!" The official watching from the rear changed his expression drastically, his face filled with worry and fear.

The Rock Spirit Armored Beast is enormous, resembling a moving mountain, with thick limbs that seem capable of shaking the earth with every step. Its body is covered with thick, indestructible gray scales, which act as a natural shield bestowed upon it by nature, making one marvel at its thick skin and tough flesh.

Its head is somewhat clumsy, its eyes gleaming with a primal light. Though not highly intelligent, it possesses a beast-like instinct and ferocity. Its body is like a small mountain, its muscles bulging, its strength immense; once it charges, even the strongest defenses will crumble under its impact. The Rock Spirit Overlord Armored Beast is the strongest charging demon beast in the Zen Demon Realm.

"This is... Rock Spirit Overlord Beast!" Li Zun's expression changed. He quickly made a judgment and issued a new command.

Faced with the arrival of the Rock Spirit Armored Beast, the members of the Iron Blood Alliance showed no fear. They stood united, surrounding Zhao Mingxiu, Zheng Qian, and the others, preparing for this final battle.

"Rock Spirit Armored Beasts are charging! We're saved! Kill them!" The prodigies of the three races went berserk. They hadn't expected the Guardian Legion to provide support, yet they were still being chased and killed by the humans. Only when the Rock Spirit Armored Beasts appeared did they finally see a glimmer of hope for escape.

A third-grade magic weapon is truly too powerful. The Yuren race was also speechless. In the past, their arrows were invincible, but today they were all blocked, leaving them very frustrated. In fact, they didn't know that besides the two hundred geniuses from the Southern Region, there were also eight hundred participants, the best of the best among the Dragon Shaping Realm members of the Radiant Legion, whose mission was to protect Zhao Mingxiu.

Zhao Mingxiu took a deep breath, and the greatsword in his hand began to emit a dazzling light, as if it would devour everything. He shouted loudly, "Brothers, for our homeland, for our families, for our faith, let us fight side by side and slay these Rock Spirit Overlord Beasts here!"

"Kill." The Iron Blood Alliance members weren't worried at all. They all had third-grade magic weapons, and they were not afraid of the Rock Spirit Overlord Armored Beast even in a one-on-one fight. Moreover, there were two hundred of them, and they had a powerful formation to support them.

The higher-ups of the Three Races Alliance released the Rock Spirit Armored Beasts, not expecting them to cause any real harm to the Iron Blood Alliance members, because they knew that humans with third-grade magic artifacts were very powerful. Their goal was very simple: to use the Rock Spirit Armored Beasts' charge to rescue the Three Races Alliance's prodigy.

The members of the Iron Blood Alliance were brimming with confidence. The third-grade magical artifacts in their hands gleamed with a cold light under the sunlight. Each sword and spear seemed to contain the weight of mountains and rivers, enough to shake the heavens and earth. Facing the surging onslaught of the Rock Spirit Overlord Armored Beast, they did not flinch in the slightest; on the contrary, their fighting spirit intensified.

As soon as Zhao Mingxiu finished speaking, he charged towards the Rock Spirit Tyrant Beast at the forefront. With each swing of his greatsword, gusts of wind arose, and the air seemed to be torn apart wherever the sword tip passed. Each strike was accompanied by a deafening roar, and even the Rock Spirit Tyrant Beast's indestructible scales cracked under this terrifying power.

"Beast!" Zheng Qian roared. Starlight shone beneath his feet as he took three steps into the void and then descended from the sky. His eyes were sharp as an eagle's as he targeted the leader of the Rock Spirit Overlord Armored Beast pack, a colossal beast that was even larger and more ferocious.

With a thud, dust billowed up as Zheng Qian, carrying the Dragon Scale Void-Breaking Sword, crashed heavily onto the back of the Rock Spirit Overlord Beast, like a meteorite hitting the earth, accompanied by a whistling wind.

With a piercing howl, the leader of the Rock Spirit Armored Beasts coughed up blood from all seven orifices and collapsed with a thud, its massive body crashing to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust. This sudden turn of events threw the remaining Rock Spirit Armored Beasts into chaos. Without their leader, they scattered and fled, their previously ferocious charge instantly crumbling.

"Alright, leave the rest to me!" Zhao Mingxiu roared. Seeing the momentum, he pressed his advantage, his figure darting across the battlefield like a ghost. His greatsword was unstoppable, each strike precise and deadly. The Rock Spirit Armored Beasts fell one after another before his eyes, never to rise again. The other members of the Iron Blood Alliance were also encouraged, launching an even more ferocious offensive. The light of their magical artifacts intertwined into a net, completely surrounding the remaining Rock Spirit Armored Beasts, giving them no chance to breathe.

"Form ranks!" Li Zun's voice echoed like thunder across the battlefield, each word carrying unquestionable authority and determination. His eyes gleamed with a blend of wisdom and fighting spirit, capable of discerning the ever-changing battlefield situation and leading his men to victory.

With this command, the team members, who had previously fought independently, seemed to be bound together by an invisible bond. Their movements were swift and coordinated, like precision machinery that had undergone countless rehearsals, instantly completing a magnificent formation change. They were no longer scattered forces, but rather a powerful torrent that converged into a tight and impenetrable array. A flawless magic circle slowly unfolded beneath their feet, like a protective barrier from an ancient legend, concentrating the team's will and strength to the extreme.

At this moment, the light of the magical artifacts seemed to be given life. They flowed and intertwined within the array, creating a wondrous resonance and amplification among themselves.