Shaking Liang'an City

The collision of moves between Prit and Ren seemed to last a long time, but in reality, only a brief moment had passed.

Before the onlookers could recover from the shock of [Prit actually using a weapon, was that move his ultimate technique?], Prit's godhead had already fallen onto the battle stage.

Silence!

The million-strong audience was plunged into absolute silence, so quiet that a pin drop could be heard. Everyone stared at the scene in disbelief, unable to fathom that Prit, who was on the verge of thirty consecutive victories, had been instantly killed in a single strike.

"Waaaah!"

A few seconds later, the previously silent Battle Arena erupted into even more intense cheers, with countless people shouting Ren's name at the top of their lungs.

As for the recently deceased Prit, he had already been forgotten by everyone. Such was the rule of the Battle Arena: no matter how brilliant your performance was or how much attention you had attracted, the moment you failed, you were immediately discarded by the audience. They would only cheer and shout for the new powerhouse.

The deafening cheers had no effect on Ren. With a casual wave of his hand, divine power surged, and he collected the godhead and the Spatial Ring. This was a habit formed over many years; even though he didn't care for such meager wealth anymore, he hadn't bothered to change it.

Following this, Ren's eyes shifted slightly as he looked quietly toward the opposite tunnel, waiting for his next opponent to appear.

Ten minutes later, a green-haired youth with a third eye in the center of his forehead walked into the Battle Arena. He was defeated in one move.

Twenty minutes later, one move...

Thirty minutes later, one move...

By the time all ten battles were finished, not a single person had managed to survive more than one move from Ren.

Ren did not use his Wind Divine Clone, which had already reached the peak of Asura, but instead continued to use his Water Divine Clone, which was at the threshold of a Commander-level Seven-Star Demon. After all, he did not know if the Liang'an Prefecture Lord was a cautious man.

In a challenge for the position of Prefecture Lord, if the Lord failed to arrive within ten thousand years for some reason, they would be judged to have lost, and the position would automatically change hands. Therefore, some Prefecture Lords, after observing a challenger's performance and feeling uncertain of victory, would find an excuse to leave and wait for the challenge period to expire. This way, they could avoid a risky battle while preserving a shred of their dignity.

Given the status of the Liang'an Prefecture Lord, finding basic information on Ren was not a problem. Once he discovered that Ren had defeated the previous City Lord of Iceblood City using a Water Divine Clone at the Seven-Star Demon level, and then used a Wind Divine Clone at the Seven-Star Demon level in the Battle Arena, he would likely grow suspicious of Ren's true strength and wonder if he was hiding his power.

What Ren needed to do was to mold himself into a cultivation fanatic who loved challenging the strong. A person who became a Seven-Star Demon after ten million years of cultivation and decided to challenge the Prefecture Lord after another twenty million years of breakthroughs was perfectly logical. Hell had never lacked battle-crazed maniacs who focused solely on challenging the strong.

Lieremons of the Zijing Continent, Luomiu of the Star Fog Sea, and even the early Olivia were all such people. They didn't care for wealth, only needing enough to get by; their minds were solely on combat, and they couldn't help but challenge anyone they encountered who was strong.

Regarding battle-crazed maniacs, a Prefecture Lord usually wouldn't worry about losing, because such people were, to some extent, overestimating their own abilities—daring to challenge a Prefecture Lord shortly after becoming a Seven-Star Demon.

Just like Lieremons, who prepared to become a Seven-Star Demon immediately after defeating Aliquin, and then challenged an Asura, only to be beaten into submission by the suddenly appearing kitten, Pusiluo.

In Hell, veteran Seven-Star Demons knew the terror of an Asura. Back in Diyi City, when Wurnisen unleashed the Fire of Repentance of the Death Law, Luoyisius asked him why he didn't challenge an Asura. Wurnisen and the Diyi City Lord, Stuart, both scoffed at the idea because they knew they were no match for an Asura.

In contrast, some newly risen young Seven-Star Demons, especially those who were battle-crazed, did not understand the true value of an Asura who had survived countless years of challenges. Thus, they would act recklessly and issue challenges with only the strength of a Seven-Star Demon.

A Prefecture Lord would naturally not fear such challenges. On the contrary, they preferred such people. Because for these individuals, the Prefecture Lord only needed to defeat them and then suggest that, if there were an opportunity in the future, he could take them to the Planar Battlefield to gain some experience. They would immediately agree with glowing eyes to become the Prefecture Lord's subordinates.

Without realizing it, five days had passed. According to the rules, each person could fight a maximum of ten matches per day, after which they could return to rest. However, Ren couldn't be bothered to leave and simply waited in the backstage area for a few days, fighting ten consecutive matches every day.

In just a few short days, Ren's battles shook the entire Liang'an City. Almost all the residents in the city had heard of Ren's exploits, and the Battle Arena was packed to capacity, with everyone wanting to witness the demeanor of this super powerhouse.

On the sixth day, on the battle stage, an icy blue flash flickered, and Ren once again wiped out his enemy in a single strike.

"It's about time for some Seven-Star Demon powerhouses to show up."

Ren landed slowly on the stage, his eyes looking toward the direction of the City Lord's Mansion, thinking to himself with a hint of anticipation.

Generally speaking, once a challenger reached fifty consecutive victories, the Prefecture Lord would pay a little attention. It had become a convention to select a capable Seven-Star Demon powerhouse from the Chief God Army or the Prefecture Army to face the challenger.

The Prefecture Lord did this, on one hand, to prevent those with good luck from slipping through the cracks. After all, if someone were exceptionally lucky and encountered only weak opponents in the Battle Arena, they might pick up a Hundred-Battle Victory for cheap.

According to the rules of the Battle Arena, a person who achieved a Hundred-Battle Victory would receive a reward of ten billion Inkstones. Even for a Prefecture Lord, this was not a small sum, and they were unwilling to give it to some weakling who had just been lucky.

On the other hand, the Prefecture Lord would also judge the person's strength and temperament based on their performance to decide whether to try and recruit them. Generally, someone capable of achieving a Hundred-Battle Victory had strength at least approaching that of a Seven-Star Demon. For an Asura, such people were helpful to have as subordinates.

Especially those Asuras who wanted to obtain Sovereign Power would try their best to collect as many powerful subordinates as possible, hoping to obtain enough Soldier Badges on the Planar Battlefield.

In the Divine Planes, there were only four ways to obtain Sovereign Power: first, to be a Sovereign Envoy and be granted it by a Sovereign; second, to be on good terms with a Sovereign's children or family and receive it as a gift; third, to ask someone with exceptional soul attainments to refine it from Inkstones, such as Aiken of the Zijing Continent.

For most Prefecture Lords, they could not become Sovereign Envoys, had no channels to associate with a Sovereign's children, and were not qualified to ask Aiken to help refine Sovereign Power. They had only one option: go to the Planar Battlefield to obtain Soldier Badges and exchange them with a Sovereign.

On the Planar Battlefield, Commander Badges could not be exchanged for Sovereign Power; only one hundred Soldier Badges could be exchanged for one drop of Sovereign Power. Although the strength of a soldier was far inferior to that of a Commander, soldiers would group together for warmth. Even a Commander would find it a headache to face a team of a hundred or a thousand soldiers.

Therefore, Commanders who wanted to obtain Sovereign Power would find ways to collect powerful subordinates, lead them to hunt enemy soldiers, and obtain badges. Some six-star or seven-star demons who also wanted Sovereign Power would find ways to defect to a Commander's side. It was a mutual pursuit.