Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

Chapter 397 The Valiant Guards

"You're not saying he went to block the door by himself, are you?"

Faced with Xiao Zhi's question, Yun Youzi put his hands behind his back and spoke in a calm tone.

"What's wrong with one person blocking the door?"

"Impossible." Xiao Zhi immediately denied it: "Absolutely impossible."

Yun Youzi smiled without speaking. Zheng Qian could withstand the combined attack of the four great prodigies of the Southern Region head-on without being defeated. Therefore, it would not be difficult for him to annihilate the Fierce Guard Army and capture the Demon Clan's Void Transformation Cliff Fortress.

“Look at Lie Bao. Although his tongue is severed and his fangs are gone, his actual combat strength hasn’t been greatly reduced. He’s a Zen Demon Realm cultivator, a realm higher than Zheng Qian. Even if he can kill Lie Bao despite being in a higher realm, how can he possibly fight against three thousand Lie Wei soldiers?” Xiao Zhi reasoned many times and still felt that it was impossible for Zheng Qian to kill the Lie Wei soldiers, let alone fight on the cliff. Facing the arrow rain from the Yu Ren tribe, he had no hope at all.

They blocked the gate because the seventy-two Qilin prodigies were all in the Dragon Shaping Realm and were all exceptionally talented.

The reason so many human prodigies gathered in the Ghost Wind Rift Valley for trials was because of this. Yun Youzi's exceptional performance earned him the respect of so many prodigies, leading to the formation of the Seventy-Two Qilin Children Battle Team.

Yun Youzi grew very quickly. He broke through to the Liquid Aperture Realm, while the Seventy-Two Qilin Children were still in the Dragon Shaping Realm, so they never accomplished the feat of blocking the gate again.

Seventy-two demons gathered and successfully blocked the door for three days.

A hundred years later, Long Batian emerged out of nowhere, gathering 313 geniuses. When he reached the Dragon Shaping Realm, he attacked the Void Transformation Cliff Fortress and successfully blocked the gate for a day.

The story of Yun Youzi and Long Batian blocking the gate became legendary. In the last five hundred years, the demon race has not successfully blocked the gate of the human race even once. On the contrary, the human race has failed to conquer the demon race's fortress, while the demon race has repeatedly attacked the human race's strongholds. Therefore, in terms of overall combat strength, the human race is far inferior to the demon race.

Yun Youzi remained silent for a long time before slowly saying, "Qiong Zhi, you are an ordinary prodigy, more than capable of protecting the peace of the human race. However, you have lived in Youfeng Rift Valley for a long time and know too little about the outside world. The human race is rising very fast now. Among the prodigies in the Dragon Shaping Realm, I know of no fewer than five who can kill the Liewei Army."

Xiao Zhi gasped. His grandson, Xiao Ling, was a monstrous genius, and he was already extremely satisfied with him, even considering passing on the leadership of the Strategic Alliance to him in the future. But now, hearing Yun Youzi's words, his resolve wavered.

The mission of the Strategic Alliance is to protect the safety of the southeastern part of the human race. Only the most outstanding person can be the leader of the alliance. If there are so many geniuses among the human race, then the successor to the position of leader of the Strategic Alliance will have to be reconsidered.

Zheng Qian might be a good choice.

Zheng Qian was unaware that Xiao Zhi was watching the battle from a distant mountaintop. Moreover, Xiao Zhi's combat prowess and mental state fluctuated several times, with Xiao Zhi trying to recruit him into the Strategic Alliance, offering him the position of Honorary Elder, and now considering the selection of a successor for the Alliance Leader position.

"Haha, awesome!" Zheng Qian roared. He killed the fierce leopard with a single sword strike, and the mysterious liquid in his mind flowed down like a stream, making his spiritual energy, physical strength, and mental power abundant.

"Kill!" The Fierce Guard roared. The death of their leader, Fierce Leopard, was a disgrace to them, unleashing an unprecedentedly powerful fighting force.

"Come on." Zheng Qian raised the Dragon Scale Void-Piercing Sword, and blood mist slowly rose, filling the air with a tangible killing intent.

"The sea of ​​blood is boundless."

Zheng Qian charged into the Liewei Army first. With each sword strike, screams of agony echoed through the Liewei Army. Wherever the Dragon Scale Void-Piercing Sword passed, not a single corpse remained intact; they were either blown apart or cleaved in two.

"Too...too...ugh..." Liu Jian wanted to say it was too bloody, but before he could finish, he bent over and vomited.

He Zhoujia's hands and feet were ice cold, and his tail drooped limply to the ground, like a defeated rooster, unable to muster the slightest fighting spirit.

Zheng Qian was too powerful, far beyond his comprehension. A year ago, he arrived at Huaxu Cliff Fortress full of fighting spirit, vowing to rise to prominence here. However, he encountered two monstrous talents, Lei Ruichen and Ma Haoli, and fought them fiercely. Every single second, he pondered how to defeat his two destined rivals.

On the same day, the demonic ape of the Yuren race arrived at Huaxu Cliff. He meticulously planned today's battle, intending to assassinate Lei Ruichen and Ma Haoli. However, he was killed by an arrow shot by Zheng Qian, who suddenly appeared. He thought he still had a chance to turn the tables.

In retrospect, his idea was so naive.

The battle continued, undeterred by He Zhoujia's fear. The eyes of the Liewei soldiers gleamed with an indomitable light—a thirst for victory and a defense of dignity. However, on this war-torn land, an even more dazzling figure was carrying out the slaughter: Zheng Qian.

The battle horns had not ceased, and Zheng Qian moved like lightning, weaving through the enemy ranks. His attacks were fierce and precise, each strike accompanied by a burst of blood, as if every splattered drop of blood was telling the story of his killing ways. Although the Liewei Army was incredibly brave, before Zheng Qian's absolute strength, they were as vulnerable as autumn leaves swept away by the wind.

"Kill!" Zheng Qian roared, his sword flashing like a dragon, instantly severing the bodies of dozens of Liewei soldiers. His figure darted across the battlefield, each swing of his sword accompanied by screams and wails, like a messenger from hell reaping the souls of the dead.

"Dragon-Locking Formation, kill."

A roar echoed from the cliff top, and the Fierce Guard quickly adjusted their tactics, attempting to encircle Zheng Qian in a dense formation. Flames and steel intertwined, forming impenetrable barriers.

“It’s futile.” Zheng Qian showed no fear. He leaped into the air, transforming into a streak of light, and plunged straight into the heart of the enemy formation. His swordsmanship reached its peak at this moment, each strike containing earth-shattering power, tearing apart the Liewei Army’s defenses one by one.

The Yu people began to climb Huaxu Cliff, intending to occupy a favorable position and set up an arrow array to prevent Zheng Qian from climbing the cliff and blocking the gate.

The Fierce Guards fought fearlessly, and not a single one of them retreated. Even the Fierce Leopard Clan geniuses who had returned participated in the battle, defending their honor to the death.

The human race did not support Zheng Qian, and the demon race did not support the Fierce Guard Army. It was as if both sides had reached some kind of subconscious consensus: this was a battle between Zheng Qian and the Flaming Leopard Clan.

On the cliff, a flaming leopard clad in armor commanded the Fierce Guards in battle, but he did not directly participate in the fighting.

"Honor is above life. There are only Flame Leopard warriors who die in battle, not Flame Leopard geniuses who run away. Kill!"

"Roar...Kill..."

The Liewei Army went berserk; they charged forward fearlessly, utterly suicidal.

Finally, under Zheng Qian's Dragon Scale Void-Piercing Sword, all three thousand Fierce Guards perished.

On the battlefield, only his lonely yet resolute figure remained, amidst a field of corpses. Zheng Qian slowly sheathed his heavy sword, his gaze deep and complex.

He was filled with awe at the bravery of the Flame Leopard Clan.