Quick Battle

The sounds of the dining table snapping, wineglasses shattering, and floor tiles cracking merged together, drawing everyone's attention.

The guests and servers quickly scattered, watching from afar and leaving ample room for the two sides in conflict.

Guan Ya and the others had barely evaded the first wave of wind blades when a second wave formed and came whistling toward them.

Again?

A fierce glint flashed in All Under Heaven Returns to Fire's eyes. Just as he was about to abandon all notions of fair play and call his companions to gang up on this arrogant second-generation Spirit Realm Walker, a violent gust suddenly rose beside them, erecting a wall of wind before the group.

The wind blades struck the wall with a series of soft pops, dissolving into gusts of breeze.

"Julian Mead, if you want to fight, I can duel you!" Wings of the Wind God stepped forward, staring fearlessly at the blond, blue-eyed young man.

Julian Mead shot him a sidelong glance. "Who are you?"

"Anti-Black-and-White Alliance, Wings of the Wind God!" the handsome young man said gravely. "We're both Wind Mages, both Level 6. That's fairer!"

"Anti-Black-and-White Alliance? What an annoying name. And trash like you thinks you deserve to be here?" Julian Mead pulled out a cloak woven from white feathers and draped it over his back, then abruptly swept out a hand.

Whooo—

A terrifying gale erupted through the hall. A Berserk tornado rose beneath Wings of the Wind God's feet, violently slamming him into the ceiling.

Bang!

A hole burst through the ceiling, and chunks of concrete rained down in a dense shower.

Wings of the Wind God immediately fell back down, curling up in pain. Fine wounds carved open by the violent winds covered his body, turning him into a man drenched