Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

Chapter 408 The Wrath of Death

Li Zun understood Zheng Qian's meaning. He was exhausted, like someone who had fought a hundred rounds, and slowly walked off the field.

Zhao Minghang squinted. Li Zun's combat strength was even stronger than he had imagined, stronger than any of the Dragon Shaping Realm prodigies he knew.

The Heavenly Vein Sect truly lives up to its reputation as the top power in the Southern Region; it is indeed formidable.

"It's my turn!"

Feng Yingte jumped out; he was Zheng Qian's mount and also a member of the Tianmai Sect, so his participation in the battle was reasonable and compliant.

None of the three races' prodigies dared to challenge Li Zun; his combat prowess had indeed frightened them. Now, with a Wind-Born Beast suddenly appearing, they were even more bewildered. Wasn't the Ghost Wind Rift Valley only home to their four major demon races and the human race?

"This is the battlefield between the three races and the human race. What are you, an outsider, doing meddling here?" the genius of the Flaming Leopard Clan roared. Zheng Qian had already broken them down. They used a war of attrition, forcing Zheng Qian to take drugs, and had already paid the price of dozens of prodigies being captured alive.

Victory seemed imminent, but then Zheng Qian's reinforcements arrived, bringing with them Li Zun, an equally formidable fighter. Their scalps tingled with fear. Now, another Wind Beast had appeared. Had their previous series of attacks been a complete waste of effort?

"What are you yelling about?" Feng Yingte pointed at the Fierce Leopard Clan and said disdainfully, "I am Feng Yingte, the young chief of the Fengsheng Beast Clan, and Zheng Qian's mount. I beg for a defeat."

"What? The young chieftain of the Wind Beast Clan is actually Zheng Qian's mount?"

"Li Zun calls him Grandmaster, and the young chief of the Wind Beast Clan serves as his mount. Just who is Zheng Qian?"

"I don't know, it's never appeared before, maybe it's a newly arrived monster."

The three races were shocked, but Zhao Minghang was even more shocked.

Like humans, the Wind Beasts are a powerful race. The fact that the young chieftain was willing to serve as Zheng Qian's mount was truly beyond his expectations. Could it be that Zheng Qian had mingled in the Wind Beasts' territory and gained the chieftain's approval?

Both sides of the Wind Rift Valley are reinforced by array formations. No one will take a mount unless they reach the Pseudo-God Realm, because the number of spots available for both sides is almost fixed. Unless it's a surprise attack or a strong offensive, mounts will only take up a spot for nothing.

Taming a mount will lower your cultivation level, so the mount will not appear on the battlefield of Ghostwind Rift.

Unexpectedly, the mount Zheng Qian subdued was at the same level as him and was also the young patriarch of the Wind Beast clan, which was puzzling.

Zheng Qian, are you really that charming?

"I beg for a defeat! Is there any Demon Transformation Realm cultivator who dares to step forward?" Feng Yingte's voice echoed across the battlefield like thunder, his eyes arrogant and burning. He certainly had the right to be arrogant. As a monstrous genius of the Wind-Born Beast clan, he was already virtually unmatched among those of the same realm. Apart from the enigmatic Zheng Qian, he was almost fearless. In fact, he was confident enough to dare challenge two opponents of the same realm simultaneously, as long as one of them wasn't the equally monstrous Li Zun.

However, at that moment, a scorching aura suddenly approached, surging like a volcanic eruption. Behind the three races, the prodigies of Bloodguard Cliff finally arrived. Among them, a Flame Leopard with flames beneath its feet and bared fangs was particularly eye-catching. This was Lie Qi, one of the best among the younger generation of Bloodguard Cliff, his eyes filled with a thirst for battle and an unwavering determination to win.

"Let me handle this." Lie Qi's voice was deep and powerful. Like a red lightning bolt, he pierced through the ranks of the three races' geniuses, locking onto Feng Yingte. His eyes held both the challenger's determination and disdain for his opponent. In his eyes, while the Wind Beast was renowned, Feng Yingte was ultimately just a mount. He, on the other hand, was the most powerful prodigy of the Blazing Leopard Clan of Blood Protection Cliff. The difference in their battlefield experience and combat experience was enough to determine the outcome of this battle.

A cold smile curled at the corner of Feng Ying's lips. He didn't back down; instead, he became even more excited. He knew that this battle would be the perfect opportunity for him to prove his strength.

"You monstrous Wind Beast, I, Lie Qi, will meet you!" Lie Qi roared, flames suddenly erupting from his entire body, as if to burn the entire world to ashes. He moved swiftly, charging towards Feng Yingte like an arrow released from a bow, his fangs gleaming coldly, determined to tear his opponent to shreds.

"Hehe, newbie." Feng Ying was completely at ease. His figure was elusive, like a ghost, moving freely through Lie Qi's fiery attacks. Sometimes he transformed into a gentle breeze, sometimes he solidified into a physical form. Every attack he made perfectly avoided Lie Qi's sharp edge, while simultaneously looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

"Your mount is quite impressive." Zhao Minghang couldn't help but praise it. Feng Yingte was of noble status and had formidable combat power, which he envied and was also very jealous of.

Why isn't such a fine mount mine, Zhao Minghang's?

“He is my brother.” Zheng Qian said seriously. Since Feng Yingte came to Youfeng Rift Valley to find him, he would not treat Feng Yingte as a mount, but as a brother.

Zhao Minghang gave Zheng Qian a strange look and smiled noncommittally.

Li Ming couldn't help but turn to look at Zheng Qian, and suddenly realized why Li Zun admired him so much, and why Feng Ying had kept his promise to be his mount. With his character, he had no shortage of followers.

On the battlefield, Feng Yingte and Lie Qi exchanged blows in an extremely fierce battle. The Flame Leopard's fire attacks were incredibly ferocious, each collision accompanied by a deafening roar. Feng Yingte's wind techniques, on the other hand, were agile and elusive, making them unpredictable.

After thirty rounds of fighting, Lie Qi's flames gradually dimmed. He realized that although his attacks were fierce, he could not truly hit Feng Yingte. Feng Yingte, on the other hand, grew stronger with each battle, using his exquisite control over the wind attribute to completely suppress Lie Qi, disrupting the flow of his spiritual energy.

"Kid, warm-up's over, bye-bye." Feng Ying seized on Lie Qi's weakness, his figure flashed, he transformed into a gust of wind, passed through Lie Qi's defense, and struck him directly in the kidneys.

"Awooo..." The Flame Leopard let out a mournful roar, then collapsed to the ground, unable to fight.

"You lost." Feng Yingte stood in front of Lie Qi, his tone calm. He tossed Lie Qi at Zheng Qian's feet, a hopeful look in his eyes, and asked, "I fought for so long, they must think I'm weak, so how about I take over the next battle?"

“Feng Yingte, this isn’t right, it’s too inefficient.” Li Zun immediately objected; he also wanted to go to the battlefield to lighten Zheng Qian’s burden.

"How about this, you two take turns fighting, one match each." Zheng Qian didn't mind. Li Zun and Feng Yingte were both very strong, so they shouldn't be in too much danger on this battlefield.

Li Zun and Feng Yingte had no objections whatsoever. They accepted the task of helping Zheng Qian block the door and continued to fight against the geniuses of the three races.

Huang Jinzhong has returned, this time to redeem the thirty-seven chess prodigies from Chess Star Cliff who were defeated by Zheng Qian.

"Here are 9,250 low-grade spirit crystals. I'll take them back." Huang Jinzhong handed a bag to Zheng Qian. Two hundred and fifty low-grade spirit crystals for one prodigy, a total of 9,250 crystals, not a single one missing.

Zheng Qian took the bag, didn't even count the contents, and put it directly into his spatial ring. Given Huang Jinzhong's status as commander, he wouldn't be short of spirit crystals.

Zhao Minghang's eyes widened in disbelief. Zheng Qian actually had a spatial ring? How could he possess a spatial ring?

"Commander, my Star-Singing Bow is still in his hands." Lu Yang pointed at Zheng Qian. His Star-Singing Bow was his treasure, how could he bear to let Zheng Qian take it away?

"It's just a bow, I don't need it." Huang Jinzhong was not polite at all. Lu Yang had been arrogant when he came, so how could he possibly give him a good look?

"Commander, that's a third-grade magic artifact! We can't lose it!" Lu Yang was anxious; it was his most precious possession.

Zheng Qian's knowledge of weapons is no longer that of a novice. He knows that magical artifacts are divided into nine grades. A grade one magical artifact has just begun to bloom with spiritual patterns, while a grade nine magical artifact is in the nascent stage of a divine weapon. Both are magical artifacts, but their prices differ by tens of thousands of times.

A third-grade magic artifact is called "Spiritual Aura Flowing." A trace of spiritual aura begins to develop within the artifact, allowing a subtle resonance between the artifact and the cultivator, enhancing the efficiency of magical power utilization. Such artifacts, whether for attack or defense, exhibit extraordinary power and are priced between one hundred and five hundred mid-grade spirit crystals, making them treasures coveted by most cultivators.

The Star Chant is a third-grade magic artifact, and its price is at least ten times higher than the 250 low-grade spirit crystals that Lu Yang would have received.

Huang Jinzhong looked at Zheng Qian and said calmly, "Zheng Qian, I paid to redeem him, so of course I have to take everything back. You can return his Star Chant Bow to Lu Yang."

"Tch." Zheng Qian scoffed, "Disciples of the Heavenly Vein Sect, hand over all weapons from the demon race."

"Yes." The disciples of the Heavenly Vein Sect immediately took action and confiscated all the weapons and armor of the thirty-seven demon disciples.

"Human, you are provoking this commander." Huang Jinzhong's eyes were filled with killing intent. He knew someone was protecting Zheng Qian; a killing intent had been locked onto him earlier.

The Demon Saint General just told him telepathically that since the human race's leader attacked him first, he would be the greatest contributor. He also has the Demon Saint's protection, so he doesn't need to fear being killed by those protecting Zheng Qian.

The high-ranking officials of both the human and demon races are very restrained and will not easily make the first move. They need to have absolute protection from the Heavenly Dao. Whoever breaks the battlefield rules established by both sides first will break the Heavenly Dao's protection, causing widespread death and destruction. In that case, their side will have an extra layer of Heavenly Dao protection to win and launch a large-scale war.

Li Ming stood next to Zheng Qian and said disdainfully, "Little snake, you can find a commander. I'll take on both of you by myself. Let's make a life-or-death pact, a fight to the death."

Huang Jinzhong's pupils contracted to the shape of blades, and the scales on his body emitted a chilling aura: "Hmph, just you wait and see."

Huang Jinzhong felt deeply humiliated, but he had no choice but to swallow his pride. Li Ming's strength made him realize that he was no match for him. Most importantly, the five spears Li Ming carried reminded him of a similar figure four years ago who carried five spears and had so fiercely defeated the demons of the same realm in Youfeng Rift Valley that they dared not challenge him to a one-on-one duel.

The young man carrying five spears was named Li Ming, and the demons of Youfeng Rift Valley called him the Spear Executioner.

The moment a spear is drawn, it signifies the executioner, hence the name "spear executioner."

Zhao Minghang, no longer lost in his own world of being called "Director" by Zheng Qian, tactfully returned the 6,400 low-grade spirit crystals he had previously received to Zheng Qian. He also remembered that the spirited young man from four years ago was none other than Li Ming, the man before him.

Zheng Qian accepted the low-grade spirit crystal from Zhao Minghang and discreetly stored it in his spatial ring. He knew he couldn't get too close to Zhao Minghang; otherwise, he'd end up being sold off and still be counting money for him.

The battle continued, with Li Zun and Feng Yingte taking turns on the field, but their spiritual energy was waning. More and more demon reinforcements arrived, and the quality of the prodigies continued to rise.

As darkness fell, torches were planted all over Huaxu Cliff, and the battle continued.

Li Zun coughed up blood during the battle, yet remained undefeated. Feng Yingte was beaten until his eyes rolled back and he spat out saliva, but still did not lose.

Zheng Qian took on the heavy responsibility, and when his spiritual energy was depleted, he consumed pills to replenish it. When his blood energy was depleted, he consumed pills to replenish it. The three races' prodigies were extremely powerful in combat; they unleashed their ultimate attacks from the start, and surrendered when they couldn't win, resulting in a significant depletion of their spiritual and blood energy.

The benefits are obvious. Zheng Qian can't remember how many spirit crystals or military merits he has in his spatial ring. He just knows to keep fighting. Anyway, there are people to record the military merits, and the spirit crystals are all in his spatial ring.

"Master, go and rest for a few rounds, I'll take over for you." Li Zun's eyes were red; he had been seriously injured in the previous battle when he was struck in the chest by the Flaming Leopard Clan.

"Li Zun, what are you trying to prove? Let me do it. I can still fight fifty more battles." Feng Ying was so tired that he almost collapsed on the ground. Youfeng Rift Valley was simply his sacred place of cultivation. Fighting in the wind, he was invincible.

"You all step back. I'll fight for another half an hour, then you can come and relieve me." Zheng Qian was exhausted, but he couldn't fall down, and he couldn't let the seriously injured Li Zun and the exhausted Feng Ying replace him.

Turning to look at the disciples of the Heavenly Vein Sect, he saw that there were some very strong geniuses among them, but compared with the prodigies of the three races, they were still much weaker. Facing their strongest prodigy would be life-threatening.

"Master, let me play a round." A young man carrying a large sword walked out.

Zheng Qian recognized him. His name was Xiong Haichang, a disciple of the Tianmai Sect. Although he wasn't as monstrous as Li Zun, he was still a rare genius.

Zheng Qian turned his gaze to Li Ming. Although they all called him Grandmaster, the affairs of the Heavenly Vein Sect still had to be decided by Li Ming.

"How can you grow without experiencing hardships?" Li Ming said with a serious expression. "No one can change the rules of the battlefield, otherwise it will affect a larger war. So even if someone is killed, no one will come to their rescue. If you are defeated and can run back to your own camp, that is considered a successful escape."

"Don't worry, Young Sect Master." Xiong Haichang grinned and walked towards the battlefield.

"Safety first." Zheng Qian smiled at Xiong Haichang, then walked to the back, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and meditated to recover his spiritual energy.

With the Devouring Heaven Technique activated, Zheng Qian's spiritual energy was rapidly recovering. Listening to the sounds of Xiong Haichang and the Yuren Clan fighting, he gradually entered a meditative state, focusing all his energy on recovering his spiritual energy in preparation for earning military merits and spirit crystals.

"Ah..." Suddenly, a scream echoed across Huaxu Cliff. Zheng Qian opened his eyes abruptly and saw Xiong Haichang being impaled in the air by a sword pierced through the heart by the Yuren Clan.

*Pfft.* The Yu Ren tribe sheathed their swords, and Xiong Haichang's body fell to the ground.

"Haichang".

Zheng Qian roared and charged into the battlefield, catching Xiong Haichang.

Xiong Haichang leaned against Zheng Qian's chest, his eyes wide open, dying with his life unfulfilled.

Reaching out to close Xiong Haichang's eyes, Zheng Qian felt as if his heart was being torn apart, and a palpable killing intent permeated Huaxu Cliff.

Clang. The Dragon Scale Void-Piercing Sword was drawn, drawing a deep mark on the ground, sparks flying, and Zheng Qian's icy voice echoed across the battlefield.

"I, Zheng Qian, swear that in the upcoming battles, not a single demon will survive."