Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

Chapter 395 3rd Liewei Army

Zheng Qian charged forward, and the human battle formation advanced in an orderly manner, widening the distance to more than 500 meters.

Five hundred meters is only a dozen seconds for a Dragon Shaping Realm expert, and even faster if they accelerate. But that's enough time for the Yuren race to riddle Zheng Qian with bullets.

"Come back, Zheng Qian, come back quickly!" Liu Jian roared, hoping that Zheng Qian would listen to him and turn to run for his life.

The unspoken battlefield rule is that if you chase the other to the edge of a cliff, you'll face an attack from three thousand soldiers. These three thousand soldiers can only reach the middle of the battlefield; they cannot cross the boundary of that middle section, otherwise a three-thousand-against-three-thousand battle will erupt.

The first hurdle to blocking the gate is defeating or killing the geniuses on the battlefield. Then you face the three thousand soldiers stationed at the bottom of the cliff. Finally, you have to fight your way up the cliff to the fortress gate to meet the prerequisite for blocking the gate. After that, it's all about one-on-one battles and group battles. Keep winning until you can block the gate.

Zheng Qian heard Liu Jian's shout, but he ignored it and continued charging towards the Liewei Army.

He Zhoujia squinted, licked his fingers, took out an arrow from behind his back, and nocked it.

"God, please bless your son He Zhoujia and let him shoot that damned human with one arrow." He Zhoujia prayed in his heart and aimed the arrow at Zheng Qian's brow.

One kilometer, eight hundred meters, five hundred meters... The distance was constantly closing, and the tense atmosphere was almost suffocating. He Zhoujia's eyes were like torches, fixed on Zheng Qian who was rushing towards him.

"Three hundred Yuren warriors, ready!" He Zhoujia's voice was deep and powerful, each word carrying immense weight. With a flick of his finger, the three hundred warriors instantly entered battle formation, bowstrings taut, arrows gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

"Shoot!" He Zhoujia roared, as if to vent all the emotions in his heart. Immediately afterward, he released the bowstring, and three hundred arrows shot out like arrows released from a bow, piercing the sky with sharp whistles, heading straight for Zheng Qian.

Despite being surrounded by a hail of arrows, Zheng Qian remained unfazed. The Dragon Scale Void-Piercing Sword in his hand emitted a faint crimson light, and the sound of a dragon's roar seemed to emanate from its blade. Facing the overwhelming barrage of arrows, he moved with agility, his feet shimmering with starlight, each step treading on the edge of nothingness and reality, skillfully dodging every deadly arrow.

Arrows rained down, but none touched Zheng Qian's body. At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and everyone's eyes were focused on Zheng Qian, watching him dodge the rain of arrows and close the distance by another hundred meters.

Just then, a second wave of arrows arrived, completely covering Zheng Qian's entire route, leaving him with no way to avoid it.

A bloodthirsty glint flashed in Zheng Qian's eyes as he frantically activated the Devouring Heaven Technique, a faint layer of blood mist rising around his body. Starlight shone brilliantly beneath his feet, and he seemed to vanish into the void, piercing through the rain of arrows with a whoosh and advancing another hundred meters.

"What kind of technique is this?" He Zhoujia was dumbfounded. All the arrows they shot were in straight lines, but Zheng Qian seemed to be able to teleport, directly advancing a hundred meters.

"Impossible, this is impossible!" Feng Lie roared. Their Shadow Serpent Clan was most skilled in assassination, and even they, at the Demon Transformation Realm, could not possibly reach this speed.

"Holy crap." Zhao Minghang was dumbfounded. He was already surprised that Zheng Qian could kill Bakureha with one sword, and then shoot Kirito with one arrow. He thought that was Zheng Qian's limit. He didn't expect that Zheng Qian's greatest strength was speed.

Zheng Qian's speed is comparable to that of their True Core Realm experts.

“I think he’s better suited for intelligence work.” Xiao Ling also found it unbelievable; Zheng Qian’s speed was truly incredible.

"Old Diao, have you created a new footwork technique in the past three hundred years?" Xiao Zhi asked Yun Youzi curiously. Zheng Qian's footwork actually had the power of stars and also incorporated the power of spatial laws, which was why it was so fast.

Extreme speed requires a powerful physical body to support it. Without a powerful body, it is impossible to support explosive power and impact; the bones will shatter in the rapid impact.

"This footwork wasn't created by me; it was something he obtained by chance." Yun Youzi had to admit that Zheng Qian's talent in cultivation and combat had surpassed his own.

The Starry Sky Illusionary Steps is an extremely powerful footwork technique, boasting not only formidable offensive power but also unparalleled movement speed. However, this is not a human footwork technique; it is a treasure left behind by the ancient Star God, imbued with stellar power. It allows the practitioner to resonate with the stars while walking, thus leveraging their power to achieve instantaneous travel of thousands of miles. Those who cultivate it to its highest level can even shatter the void and traverse vast seas of stars, reaching a realm unimaginable to ordinary people.

The ancient star god was not human; his legends are unverifiable, but he is said to be a fox. The fox clan resides in the far north, tens of thousands of miles from the Ghost Wind Rift Valley, so it's understandable that Xiao Zhi and his companions were unaware of the "Starry Sky Illusion Steps."

Xiao Zhi's mind raced even more. Last night, Yun Youzi had told his brothers about Zheng Qian's background. A prodigy who grew up in a weak country, yet he had the opportunity to obtain such a powerful footwork technique—his opportunity could only be described as heaven-defying.

“Old Diao, you’ve passed your mantle to Zheng Qian, so Zheng Qian will naturally be a member of the Strategic Alliance. You know him best, so what position would be suitable for him?” Xiao Zhi decided to bring Zheng Qian into the alliance first, since he could offer him any position that would meet all of Zheng Qian’s current needs.

"Let's wait until he grows up. Right now, he needs room to grow, and complicated matters will only slow down his growth." Yun Youzi knew Xiao Zhi's thoughts, but he didn't want to put too much pressure on Zheng Qian. He just wanted him to cultivate and grow properly, so he rejected Xiao Zhi's suggestion.

As long as one has the ability, any power will be willing to offer a position. Zheng Qian belongs to a wider world, not to be confined to the Youfeng Rift Valley; this was Yun Youzi's true intention in rejecting Xiao Zhi.

“Okay.” Xiao Zhi nodded, paused, and continued, “I’m getting old, and there aren’t any suitable candidates among the younger generation. The Strategic Alliance needs someone to lead its growth.”

Yun Youzi smiled nonchalantly, the wind ruffling his white robes, and said calmly, "Zheng Qian's combat power has not yet reached half its full potential."

Xiao Zhi's eyes narrowed, and he stared intently at Zheng Qian.

Zheng Qian broke through the rain of arrows. The three thousand Flame Leopard Clan legion formed three square formations. The demon general Lie Bao stood at the forefront, his four limbs treading on flames. When Zheng Qian was still fifty meters away from them, he roared to the sky.

Roar……

The leopard's roar exploded like thunder, shattering the thick clouds in the sky. Its power was so great that Zheng Qian felt his blood surging and he almost lost control. He gritted his teeth, his eyes burning fiercely.

"Fierce Guards, heed my command! Flame Scorching Array, unleash!" Fierce Leopard roared again, his voice booming like a bell, echoing across the land.

At the command of the Fiery Leopard, the three thousand-strong Fiery Leopard Legion moved instantly, spewing forth raging flames that intertwined to form a massive, scorching net of fire that enveloped everything in its path. Flames soared into the sky, and waves of heat rolled in, as if trying to melt the heavens and earth into flames.

Zheng Qian's pupils turned blood red, and his blood aura became extremely dense. He stomped on the ground and charged towards the three thousand Liewei soldiers like a cannonball.

"Blood-drinking Sword."