The Collision of Lightning and Wind

The news that Ren and the Prefect would be fighting on the Pulebu Plain in ten days spread through the entire Liang'an City at lightning speed. Even the surrounding tribes, large and small, heard of the event, instantly attracting a massive number of ordinary god-level beings who rushed toward the Pulebu Plain with all their might.

Inside Liang'an City, in a secluded little courtyard within the residential district, a cute young girl with small braids sat cross-legged on the ground, her body surrounded by faint wisps of light. After a long while, the girl opened her eyes, her expression filled with dejection.

"It's no use. I can't find the point of convergence at all. Fusing Mysteries is just too hard. If this keeps up, when will I ever be able to help my brother?"

The girl was named Nisi, the younger sister of Salomon. At this moment, Nisi stopped her cultivation with a troubled face, resting her chin in her hands as she muttered to herself, her brow furrowed with lingering worry and helplessness.

Although the young girl had always lived under her brother's protection, she was well aware of her own situation. Even though her brother always wore a mask of peace and tranquility whenever he came to see her, she could still sense the hatred and powerlessness hidden within his heart.

However, Nisi's talent for cultivation was too poor, far inferior to her brother Salomon. She couldn't even manage the basic fusion of two Mysteries. In the eyes of her brother, the Boyd Clan, and her brother's teacher Electra, the girl could only be a burden.

"Bang!"

The courtyard gate was suddenly pushed open, and a grave-looking young man rushed in, startling the girl.

"Brother, why did you come over so suddenly?"

Nisi looked at Salomon, whose face looked rather grim, and asked with some concern.

According to their usual routine, her brother Salomon would visit her at regular intervals, but it wasn't time yet. For her brother to leave without permission at this hour might anger his teacher.

"Nini, leave this place first. We can't stay here anymore. My teacher is dead."

Salomon grabbed his sister's hand and headed outside without further explanation.

Nisi, who had been somewhat bewildered, froze upon hearing that her brother's teacher was dead. She couldn't process the information for a moment, and it wasn't until a while later that she regained her senses and hurriedly sent a voice transmission to Salomon: "Brother, what exactly happened?"

Salomon led his sister forward quickly while explaining the ins and outs of the entire situation, his expression complex as he spoke.

"This, this... is Mr. Ren really that strong? I... I have a feeling that this isn't real." Nisi couldn't help but mutter after hearing Salomon's explanation.

Salomon gave a bitter smile. He felt the same way; even now, Salomon still had a sense of unreality that the old man had actually died just like that.

Originally, when his teacher hadn't returned on time, he had felt it was a bit strange, but he hadn't paid much attention to it. After all, the old man had a bizarre and moody personality; who knew if he had just stumbled upon some young boy he liked again?

However, not long after, the informant he had bribed with Inkstone in Liang'an City came to find him and told him the news of Electra's death.

Salomon had been stunned for a moment. Although he had prayed for the old man to die more than once in his heart, he felt at a loss when it actually happened. But Salomon immediately snapped out of it; now was not the time to dwell on such things. He had to escape immediately, before the news of the old man's death spread on a large scale.

Although the old man had peculiar hobbies, he did possess strength. With him around, the wife of the Boyd Clan patriarch had to show some respect. But now that the old man was dead, his and his sister's situation would become extremely dangerous.

Therefore, he had to leave Liang'an City with Nisi, preferably leaving the Liang'an Prefecture as soon as possible to get out of the range where the Boyd Clan could exert influence, or even return to the Zijing Continent.

On the Pulebu Plain, an eerie purple moon hung high in the sky, and biting cold winds whistled by. The surrounding area was densely packed with spectators.

In the central area, a vast, empty space with a radius of a thousand miles had been tacitly reserved by the crowd. Large numbers of the Bifu Army patrolled the perimeter. No one attempted to cross this line, as most knew that the shockwaves from an Asura-level expert fighting at full strength could easily kill them, and they were unwilling to lose their lives just to watch the battle.

Even so, a few people were willing to sacrifice a divine clone just to watch the battle between top-tier experts up close. They wouldn't send their clones in at the start, but would wait until the battle reached a fever pitch before entering, using floating shadows to record the fight. Even if they lost a clone, the money earned from selling the floating shadow to the Fiend Castle would be enough to compensate for the loss.

Ten days passed in the blink of an eye.

Ren sat quietly in the center of the plain. The gusts of wind and the sounds of discussion from the void seemed to have no effect on him; he simply kept his eyes closed, waiting calmly.

"Who do you think will win?" someone in the middle of the crowd asked.

"I think it should still be the Prefect. After all, the Prefect has been famous for so many years," a crisp, boyish voice replied.

"Not necessarily. Although the Prefect is not weak, Mr. Ren is also very strong. I watched the previous battles, and he was just too powerful!" a young girl retorted, her tone filled with admiration.

"Little one, what do you know? You think Ren is strong, but that's only because you lack experience and haven't seen truly stronger people. The Prefect's power is not something you can comprehend," a brown-haired old man couldn't help but sneer.

"Speaking of which, why hasn't the Prefect... arrived yet?"

Before the words could fade, Ren suddenly stood up. He opened his eyes and looked toward the sky not far away. A bolt of purple lightning suddenly pierced the horizon like a meteor, transforming into a purple-haired middle-aged man who slowly descended onto the plain.

"You arrived quite early. It seems you are looking forward to this battle. I don't personally dislike geniuses who love to fight like you. If not for the matter regarding Electra, I might have considered sparing your life. Unfortunately, he was my subordinate after all. Since you killed him, you must die today."

Alfred's tone carried a hint of regret, yet the killing intent revealed in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

"The Prefect seems very confident, but strength is proven through battle," Ren just chuckled, and an ice-blue longsword materialized in his hand.

"Make your move. Don't say I didn't give you a chance."

Alfred crossed his arms over his chest, glanced at Ren's Ice-Blood Sword, and spoke with a cold expression, as if Ren could be extinguished with a mere flip of his hand.

"Since the Prefect is so modest, I shall not decline!"

Ren chuckled, his figure shifted slightly, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared above Alfred's head.

"Hmm? His speed? What is going on?"

Alfred instantly realized something was wrong. In that split second, Ren's speed had suddenly increased, becoming several times faster than in his previous battles, even vaguely surpassing his own. After a slight blur of his figure, he was already within arm's reach.

Ren's figure emerged above Alfred's head. The Ice-Blood Sword that had been in his hand was gone, replaced by a pale cyan spear that emitted a roar like the wind as it was brandished.

"Boom!"

Cyan air currents swirled around the spear. In the blink of an eye, the tip of the spear appeared before Alfred's eyes. Accompanied by the sound of air being torn, the currents transformed into wind blades, and the space itself emitted the sound of shattering.