Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

Chapter 393: Power works miracles

Kirito's eyes were icy cold; this was the first time someone had called him trash. And the person who called him that was a human, someone whom the Yuren tribe shot and killed for their amusement.

The Flame Leopard Clan stood on both sides, revealing the passage in the middle. The Shadow Serpent Clan also stood on both sides in tacit agreement. Then the Yuren Clan cleared the passage in the middle, revealing the Tongyuan, who was facing Zheng Qian.

One-on-one duels are a common sight among the demon race, and they happen almost daily in the Ghost Wind Rift. The demons are not only fiercely courageous but also arrogant and complacent. Humans are inherently weaker than them, and to protect their racial honor, they will accept any challenge unless it's a suicide mission.

"Old Diao, your apprentice is quite skilled in combat." On a hilltop ten miles away, Xiao Zhi stared at Zheng Qian with shining eyes.

Despite his formidable combat prowess, he willingly followed orders and joined the rescue team for the sake of his crew. During the rescue operation, he slew numerous demons and rescued a human genius who was being overwhelmed by the demons.

Xiao Zhi and his group had heard of Lie Ha's reputation. They kept records of the prodigies on every battlefield and then adjusted the number of prodigies with corresponding combat strength to avoid a disparity in strength between their own side and the slaughter of geniuses.

"It's so-so, not very strong." Yun Youzi said it was so-so, but his eyes couldn't hide his pride and arrogance.

He knew Zheng Qian's combat strength very well; sweeping aside opponents of the same realm would be an easy task for him. Back when he was still in the Dragon Transformation Realm, he wasn't as monstrous as Zheng Qian.

The arduous journey of searching for a disciple over three hundred years transformed into happiness the moment Zheng Qian was accepted as his apprentice.

On the Dragon Transformation Cliff, Tong Yuan's eyes were cold and full of disdain: "Humans are nothing more than objects for our race to shoot and amuse. Where do they get the courage to spout such nonsense?"

Zheng Qian sneered: "With your archery skills, even a dog could shoot more accurately than you."

"Insolence!" Kirito roared, sensing Zheng Qian's contempt and the insult in his words.

"Human, I will shoot your head off with an arrow and let you know that the price of insulting me, Kirito, is your life."

The Yuren Clan is a recognized powerful clan in the Cangyuan Realm. Zheng Qian actually compared him to a dog. Is there anything more bullying than this?

"You?" Zheng Qian glanced at Tong Yuan, then slowly shook his head: "You're no good. Even if I've never practiced archery, I can still shoot more accurately than you."

Kirisaku unabashedly unleashed his killing intent, raised the Blood-Kissing Bow in his hand, and coldly said, "To kill you, one arrow is enough."

Zheng Qian raised his middle finger, then ripped the arrow out of Lei Ruichen's body, blood spurting out a meter high.

"Hmm..." Lei Ruichen groaned, forcefully suppressing the excruciating pain and not letting out a loud cry. He couldn't bear the embarrassment of yelling.

Zheng Qian smiled brightly and said to Lei Ruichen, "This arrow wounded you, and now I will use this arrow to avenge you."

Lei Ruichen wanted to shout: "Brother, we have bows and arrows, why use mine?"

"Alright, I'm waiting for you to avenge me, good brother." Lei Ruichen showed an encouraging look. He was a proud man, and even in pain, he could endure it.

Zheng Qian wanted to avenge him, so what could he do but encourage him?

“No, that’s not right.” Zheng Qian said to Zhan Lei Ruichen with a serious look in his eyes, “My master is the elder brother of your grandfather Lei Zhenyue. If you call me brother, wouldn’t that mess up the seniority? So from now on, you have to call me ’Shishu’ (junior uncle) like Xiao Ling does, or you can call me ‘uncle’ (uncle).”

Lei Ruichen's encouraging expression was stiff. He had always been the most senior young person since childhood, and he never expected that someone younger than him would appear, yet with a higher seniority. This was hard for him to accept.

Most importantly, Zheng Qian was telling the truth.

The seventy-two Qilin sons were stationed in Youfeng Rift Valley year-round, focusing solely on cultivation and rarely considering marriage or children. Therefore, Xiao Zhi and Lei Zhenyue married very late. Similarly, their son was also dedicated to cultivation, taking it upon himself to protect Youfeng Rift Valley, and also didn't consider marriage or children. By the time they finally settled down, started families, and had children, Xiao Zhi and Lei Zhenyue were already over three hundred years old.

Lei Ruichen and Xiao Ling thought they were the youngest and the most senior, but they didn't expect that Yun Youzi would take in Zheng Qian, a young man who was only twenty-one years old, five or six years younger than them, but a generation older than them.

Being one generation higher in seniority is a fact that cannot be refuted.

Lei Ruichen was embarrassed. He endured the pain and said with a smile, "Uncle-Master, keep it up!"

"Don't worry, your martial uncle will avenge you." Zheng Qian's arrow was still dripping blood as he gave Tong Yuan the middle finger.

"One arrow, and I'll take your dog's life."

"You're courting death." Kirito's tail stood upright like a flag, his anger like a volcano about to erupt, his eyes burning with an inextinguishable rage. He suddenly reached out and snatched the gleaming arrow from Heshu Jia's trembling hand, as if it were the embodiment of the rage in his heart.

With the arrow nocked, Kirisuke's Bloodbow was instantly drawn to its full draw, the bow emitting a deep and long hum, as if cheering for the impending slaughter.

Zheng Qian took out the Heart Sutra Bow of the Netherworld from his spatial ring, casually nocked an arrow, and aimed at the Kirito.

The posture was strange, the movements were not standard, and there were many mistakes.

"Old Diao, did you teach Zheng Qian archery?" Xiao Zhi asked with concern. Zheng Qian's bow-drawing and archery posture was not standard at all.

Yun Youzi's eyes were serious as he answered earnestly, "I have never taught you."

After thinking for a moment, Yun Youzi continued, "It's been less than a month since I took him as my disciple. Apart from having him memorize 'Spatial Vibration,' I haven't taught him a single move."

Damn, damn, damn.

Xiao Zhi cursed inwardly, "Damn it! Zheng Qian didn't even learn a single move from the Space Madman. How is he supposed to fight?"

Not only did Xiao Zhi want to curse, but Yun Youzi was also very worried. Zheng Qian's bow-holding posture and arrow-drawing technique were not even amateur, let alone beginner level. How could he compare to the master archer Tong Yuan?

"Sigh, Zheng Qian really overdid it." Zhao Minghang sighed. For an amateur to challenge the archery skills of a Yu Ren prodigy is like lighting a lantern in the toilet—it's suicide.

Xiao Ling felt a pang of disappointment, thinking Zheng Qian was unparalleled in combat prowess, but he was so brainless that he actually challenged the archery skills of the Yu Ren tribe's prodigy, practically handing military merits to Tong Yuan.

"Tongxin, Yuanyan, Twin Soul Arrows!" Tong Yuan roared to the sky, his voice filled with boundless majesty and power. As he roared, his eyes gradually turned completely black, as deep as an abyss, inspiring awe in all who beheld them.

At the same time, a raging black flame erupted from his body, containing endless darkness and destructive power, making him look like a dark fire god who had emerged from hell, and wherever he went, everything would turn to ashes.

Black flames covered the Blood-Kissing Bow and arrows. He released the bowstring, and the arrows, trailing black flames, shot towards Zheng Qian's brow with a sharp whistling sound.

Zheng Qian also drew his bow and arrow, and the blood-red spiritual energy covered the arrow, turning it blood-red.

"Great force can produce miracles!" Zheng Qian roared, then released the bowstring.

Supernatural power: Lock.

Whoosh... A blood-red arrow flew out and met the arrow covered in black flames in mid-air.

Clang... The arrows, forged from refined gold and black iron, met. The blood-red arrow, incredibly sharp, pierced through the black flames, shattering the arrow shot by Kirito into pieces.

At this moment, every cell in Kirisaku's body was tense. He felt as if he were being stared at by the Grim Reaper, unable to escape or hide.

I regret it so much. Regret washed over Kirisuke as he watched helplessly as the arrow hurtled towards him.

bang...

Kirisaki's head was blasted apart by an arrow, and blood stained the earth.