Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

Chapter 416 Grade 8 Magic Weapon

"Today, the demon race can leave the Zen Spirit Demon Realm and will no longer remain closed off from battle. I just don't know which prodigy they will send to fight." Xiao Zhi frowned. Back then, the seventy-two Qilin sons, led by Yun Youzi, held out until the first battle on the third day, but were ultimately defeated by the demon race, who were two realms higher, ending the gate-blocking battle.

Defeating a prodigy who is two realms higher, or even two realms above that, is an impossible and arduous task.

Yun Youzi remained calm and said softly, "Zheng Qian is stronger than me, he won't end the gate-blocking in the first battle."

Xiao Zhi looked at Yun Youzi with suspicion. Zheng Qian was already seriously injured in his fight with Lie Long. The monster that came out now must be stronger than Lie Long. Could it be that Zheng Qian still had a trump card he hadn't used?

With his brows relaxed, Xiao Zhi suddenly remembered that Zheng Qian hadn't used any spatial attacks throughout the entire battle; he had only used his sword and fists.

This master and disciple have kept their relationship well hidden.

At this moment, the ancient gate of Huaxu Cliff slowly opened, and powerful and eerie auras surged out from it, foreshadowing a thrilling battle that was about to unfold.

Lie Yi, a man of imposing stature and piercing eyes, transformed into a human, clad in a crimson robe and carrying a long sword, slowly walked out of the fortress gates. Behind him followed three vast armies of demons, each with distinct forms: the Yuren Clan, the Youying Snake Clan, and the Lieyan Leopard Clan. These demons, some with alluring figures and others with ferocious and terrifying appearances, all exuded a chilling aura, as if they wanted to devour the entire world.

"Today, I, Lie Yi, will lead the prodigies of the three races to end Zheng Qian's gate-blocking battle!" Lie Yi's voice echoed through the valley like thunder, carrying an undeniable determination and domineering aura.

Led by Lie Yi, the three races of demonic beings arrived with overwhelming force, clearly well-prepared. They sought revenge for the humiliation of the previous two days and aimed to end Zheng Qian's arrogant gate-blocking campaign.

"Zheng Qian, today, all three of my clans' prodigies have come out to show you what true despair is!" Lie Yi's words were filled with ruthlessness and determination, as if he wanted to pour all his anger and resentment into this battle.

Everyone was watching Zheng Qian. Lie Yi had finally come out to declare war, and they were all waiting for his domineering declaration, to slay the three races of monsters, and to continue the glory of the gate-blocking battle.

Putting away the book in his hand, Zheng Qian slowly stood up and said to Lie Yi, "Oh."

Oh?

Everyone was dumbfounded. The demon race was so aggressive, saying such powerful and passionate things, and all you said was "Oh"?

Lie Yi felt as if he had punched thin air. Zheng Qian was clearly showing him contempt. He roared, "Are you scared? I'm asking you, do you dare to accept the challenge?"

Zheng Qian stopped packing up the chairs and looked at Lie Yi coldly: "Are you an idiot? Didn't you see I was packing up my things? I was about to yell and fight you as soon as you came out. If you break any of these things, you'll have to pay me back?"

Lie Yi was speechless, feeling like he had a lump of phlegm stuck in his throat, unable to spit it out, extremely uncomfortable. You blocked the door, I guarded the door, so many of our demon race's prodigies died, and now we're going into battle, and you're telling me you have to pay for the broken chairs and tables?

At this moment, a figure walked out from beside Lie Yi. He was dressed in a black robe, holding a long blade that gleamed with cold light. A faint black mist surrounded him, as if he had merged with the world around him.

"You're about to die, and you're still worried about chairs and tables. That's ridiculous."

Zheng Qian tilted his head to look at the Yu Ren (a type of humanoid creature) and asked, "Who are you?"

"Hmph." The Yu Ren clan member chuckled smugly, his nostrils flaring higher than his forehead: "Listen up, I am the Yu Ren clan's Zen Spirit Demon Realm prodigy, Shadow Demon."

"Shadow Demon, he is actually Shadow Demon, ranked seventh in the Zen Demon Realm."

"The three races have rankings for each minor and major realm. The Fierce Dragon ranks first in the early stage and tenth in the entire Zen Demon Realm. The Shadow Demon ranks first in the middle stage and seventh in the Zen Demon Realm."

"It's over. Zheng Qian was seriously injured when he fought Lie Long. Doesn't that mean he's bound to lose to Ying Mei?"

Lei Ruichen and Ma Haoli had both heard of Yingmei's great name. He was a monster who slaughtered indiscriminately in the Liquid Aperture Realm. His legends were left in various fortresses and battlefields of Youfeng Rift Valley. He had been fighting his way up from the Demon Transformation Realm to the present day and had hardly met his match. They never expected that he would come to support Huaxu Cliff today to complete the gate defense battle.

Xiao Ling frowned, his mood very heavy, and said in a deep voice, "I have fought against Ying Mei before."

"How is it? Amazing, isn't it?" Lei Ruichen asked anxiously without pausing for a second.

Xiao Ling glanced at everyone and gave a wry smile: "His illusions make it impossible to find his true form, making him extremely difficult to deal with. A month ago, I fought him for 158 moves and was defeated."

A collective gasp filled the air. Xiao Ling was at the mid-stage of the Liquid Aperture Realm, the Liquid Rising Realm, the same level as Ying Mei. Although the human race didn't have any combat power ranking system, Xiao Ling was universally acknowledged as a prodigy, his combat power definitely ranking among the top. If he lost to Ying Mei, then Zheng Qian was probably in grave danger.

Zheng Qian put the last chair into his spatial ring, looked calmly at Ying Mei, and said seriously, "Ying Mei? Never heard of her, don't know her."

Shadow Demon stared at Zheng Qian with an almost incredulous look, her voice filled with undeniable authority and arrogance: "My name, Shadow Demon, resounds in every corner of the Ghost Wind Rift, and even within the four clans, no one is unaware of it, and no one is without awe. How dare you say you've never heard of it? This is the greatest insult to my illustrious reputation!"

Yingmei's gaze was sharp as a knife, trying to find a trace of mockery or ridicule in Zheng Qian's eyes. However, all he saw was honesty and unfamiliarity. This honesty challenged Yingmei's pride and confidence like never before. He couldn't help but scoff, his tone full of contempt: "It seems you come from some remote corner, ignorant and uncultured, not even knowing someone as influential as me. It's utterly laughable. To be so ignorant, I don't know how you manage to survive in this world full of powerful people."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Qian's face instantly darkened. He retorted sharply, his voice loud and powerful: "Great reputation, strong strength? Let me tell you, even if I gave you a two-realm advantage, you would still be nothing more than a ghost under my sword. But if we were at the same realm, I could easily crush you with one hand and show you what true strength is. Here, you don't need to put on such an arrogant attitude, because in my eyes, you're nothing but a clown."

"Heh, arrogant." Shadow Demon sneered, her eyes flashing with killing intent. Her figure moved like a ghost, disappearing in an instant, transforming into a black shadow as swift as lightning, instantly closing in on the unsuspecting Zheng Qian. The long blade in her hand was drawn sharply, slicing through the air with a series of chilling shrieks, as if splitting space itself in two.

"Despicable! This is a sneak attack!" Upon seeing this, Li Zun roared, his eyes wide with disbelief. He never expected that Ying Mei, a powerhouse two realms higher than Zheng Qian, would disregard her status and launch such a brazen sneak attack on Zheng Qian before he was even prepared.

Zheng Qian remained calm. Starlight shimmered beneath his feet as he rapidly retreated, his body skimming the ground. The long blade nearly grazed his nose, but ultimately only narrowly missed, failing to harm him in the slightest. At that moment, the air seemed to freeze, tension and danger swirling within them; a great battle was about to erupt.

"Shadow Strike!" Shadow Demon shouted, stepping forward to close the distance once more. His long blade drew a strange arc in the air, aiming straight for Zheng Qian's heart.

Clang. The Dragon Scale Void-Piercing Sword was drawn from its sheath. Zheng Qian snorted coldly and swung the heavy sword fiercely, colliding with the long blade and producing a deafening metallic clang. The two forces collided and surged in the air, stirring up a gust of wind that made the surrounding grass and trees sway and dust and stones fly.

In the first round of combat, the two sides were evenly matched.

Zheng Qian's gaze sharpened, and his spiritual power surged, flowing into the Dragon Scale Void-Piercing Sword. The dragon scales on the sword shone brightly, as if a true dragon had awakened, and an aura of majesty and inviolability spread out.

Seeing this, Yingmei's eyes changed slightly, but she did not back down. Instead, a cold smile appeared on her lips, and her figure became elusive, like a ghost in the night, making it difficult to pinpoint her true location.

"Shadow Escape Technique!" Shadow Demon murmured, his figure almost merging with the darkness, leaving only afterimages flickering in place, dazzling to behold.

Zheng Qian took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and focused his mind. The spiritual energy around him surged even more violently, and an invisible sensory circle formed around him—this was the spatial vibration he had comprehended. Everything around him became crystal clear in his perception; even the particles floating in the air could not escape his notice.

"Found it!" Zheng Qian suddenly opened his eyes, his figure like an arrow released from a bow, instantly piercing through the last afterimage left by the Shadow Demon and heading straight for its true form.

"Explosive Slash." Zheng Qian channeled his blood energy, and the Dragon Scale Void-Piercing Sword spun 360 degrees, unleashing a burst of crimson spiritual energy as it slashed down at Ying Mei.

Yingmei never expected that Zheng Qian could see through her escape technique so quickly. In her haste, she could only barely turn to the side and parry with her long blade.

Clang! In this clash, the Dragon Scale Void-Piercing Sword, carrying the full force of Zheng Qian's attack, nearly knocked Ying Mei's long blade out of her hand. Ying Mei staggered as a result, revealing an opening. Taking advantage of the situation, Zheng Qian lightly touched the ground with the tip of his sword, leaped up, and slashed down with his sword. The sword light was like a dragon, with a majestic aura.

Shadow Demon's expression changed drastically. He knew he couldn't withstand this attack head-on, so he immediately unleashed his final trump card.

"Shadow Clone!" Suddenly, Shadow Demon's body transformed into countless black shadows, scattering and fleeing in all directions. Each one seemed to be his true form, making it difficult to distinguish between them.

But Zheng Qian's spiritual eyes had already seen through everything. A confident smile appeared on his lips, and the Dragon Scale Void-Piercing Sword drew a perfect arc in the air, accurately locking onto the true location of the Shadow Demon.

"Blood Drinking Sword!" Zheng Qian roared, and the Dragon Scale Void-Piercing Sword seemed to be given life. The tip of the sword flashed with a scarlet light. The sword light flashed and instantly pierced through the layers of black shadows and mist, directly hitting the Shadow Demon's body.

Seeing this, Shadow Demon's eyes flashed with surprise, but years of combat experience allowed him to quickly adjust his posture, attempting to use a last resort to dodge this fatal blow. His body twisted again, as if merging into the surrounding darkness, trying to use spatial teleportation to avoid the sharpness of the Dragon Scale Void-Piercing Sword.

However, Zheng Qian would not give him that chance. With a thought, the Dragon Scale Void-Piercing Sword suddenly accelerated in the air, like a hawk tracking its prey. No matter how unpredictable Ying Mei's movements were, she could not escape the locked gaze of the sword tip. Wherever the sword tip passed, space seemed to be torn apart, leaving behind thin spatial cracks.

With a deafening roar, the Dragon Scale Void-Piercing Sword finally collided with the Shadow Demon's true form. A powerful surge of spiritual energy erupted instantly, distorting and deforming the surrounding space.

"Pfft..." Shadow Demon spat out blood, his body crashing to the ground like a cannonball, leaving a bloody trail.

"Is Shadow Demon that weak?" Xiao Ling stared at the injured Shadow Demon, unable to believe that it was the same Shadow Demon who had defeated him.

"It's not that Yingmei is weak, it's that Zheng Qian is too strong." Lei Ruichen's blood was boiling. That was Yingmei, who was at the seventh level of the Zen Demon Realm, and she was actually beaten to the point of vomiting blood by Zheng Qian.

Zhao Minghang's gloomy expression vanished, and he said excitedly, "The Shadow Demon's strongest skill is illusion, while Zheng Qian has learned spatial vibration. Naturally, he can find the Shadow Demon's true form immediately. Therefore, no matter how many illusions the Shadow Demon has, it cannot deceive Zheng Qian."

Li Ming nodded in agreement. It wasn't that Ying Mei was weak, but rather that he was too confident in his own skills, which caught Zheng Qian off guard and resulted in his severe injuries. No one had expected that Ying Mei's illusionary techniques would be completely ineffective against Zheng Qian.

The three races' prodigies remained silent. Even Yingmei, the number one cultivator in the Zen Spirit Demon Realm, had lost to Zheng Qian. So, today's battle had come to an end.

Lie Yi's eyes were calm, and a cold smile appeared on his lips. He was already troubled by Ying Mei's madness, let alone Zheng Qian, who was only at the Dragon Transformation Realm. He was convinced that Zheng Qian would be the loser in this battle.

Yingmei struggled to her feet, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. Her eyes, which had previously held contempt, were now filled with boundless madness: "Zheng Qian, you are indeed the strongest opponent I have ever faced."

As he spoke, Shadow Demon rapidly formed hand seals, and a strange black mist surged around him once more. The mist seemed to contain endless darkness and evil, gradually engulfing his figure, leaving only a pair of eyes gleaming with an eerie light, appearing and disappearing in the darkness.

"Next, I will show you my true power!" Shadow's voice echoed like thunder in the swirling mist, each word containing irresistible power, carrying a hint of near-mad madness.

Zheng Qian stared at the scene before him, his expression more solemn than ever before. He could clearly feel that the power Shadow Demon unleashed this time was worlds apart from what it had shown before. It was a terrifying power that seemed capable of tearing apart space and shaking the heavens and earth, making his heart heavy, as if a boulder was pressing on his chest, making it hard to breathe.

"With my flesh and blood, nourish the phantom blade; with my soul, forge a mighty weapon..." Shadow's voice was deep and rhythmic, like an ancient incantation echoing in one's ears. Every word seemed to burst forth from the depths of his soul, carrying boundless piety and power. His hands moved swiftly and precisely in the air, each movement fluid and elegant, as if weaving an invisible net that enveloped everything around him.

As the incantation was chanted, the black mist seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, gradually condensing into a dark, long blade, its surface shimmering with an eerie light that seemed capable of devouring all light. The shadowy figure, enhanced by this power, became indistinct, like a demon emerging from the abyss, inspiring fear in all who beheld it.

Zheng Qian's face was gloomy as he stared at the dark long blade and said coldly, "An eighth-grade magic weapon."