The sound of the table breaking, the clinking of wine glasses shattering, the cracking of the floor tiles—all converged, drawing the attention of every guest and server. Guests and staff parted, stepping back to create ample space between the two parties. Guan Ya and the others had just evaded the first wave of wind blades when the second wave coalesced and surged forward with a roaring cry. Come again? A flash of stern determination passed across Tianxia Guihuo's eyes as he prepared to disregard protocol and summon his companions to attack this arrogant spiritual second-generation heir. Suddenly, a fierce gust of wind swept across his side, lifting a wall of wind before everyone. The wind blades struck the wall, releasing a series of soft puffs, dispersing into gentle breezes. "Julian Med, if you wish to fight, I'll duel you!" said the Wind God's Wing, stepping forward with unwavering resolve, her gaze fixed steadily on the young man with golden hair and green eyes. Julian Med glanced at her coolly. "Who are you?" "The Wind God's Wing, opposing the Black-and-White Alliance!" "The handsome young man spoke calmly, 'We're all Wind mages, all at level six—this is fair!' As for the 'Reverse Black-and-White Alliance'? A name that's rather unappealing. How can someone like you, a mere fish in the pond, be here?" Julian Med reached for a white-feathered cloak, draped it over his shoulders, and then swept his arm out dramatically. Representatives from various organizations murmured among themselves, having already grown acquainted with this wind mage, a sixth-tier saint and the face of the Chinatown anti-racial and anti-white alliance, following their conversations at the banquet. It was astonishing that Julian Mede had been so easily struck down—despite Julian's greater experience, such a decisive victory should not have been so straightforward. Everyone turned their attention to the white-feathered cloak draped over the shoulders of the spiritual second-generation mage. "That cloak," merchant Rayleigh Eugene narrowed his eyes, studying it carefully, then exclaimed, "the White Heron Cloak, a master-tier item previously used by Officer Shawn." The murmurs swelled into a lively buzz. Master-tier items were rare, and even a top executive like Shawn Mede possessed only a limited number. The fact that such an item had been passed on indicated both its relatively modest status and overlap with the holder's own abilities—yet even if its quality were subpar, it remained a master-tier item. There was going to be some compelling drama. The guests around them grew excited, watching the two parties facing off—this was one of the reasons they had come to the gathering. "Shall you all come together, or individually?" Julian Med stared steadily at the five Saint-level figures of the Go Five Alliance, "Give yourselves five seconds. If you don't speak, you'll all be blown sky-high." He paused briefly on Shallowo Reiko—indeed, an exceptionally striking beauty, which explained why Brady had been so eager. Besides Reiko, the two younger women from the Go Five Alliance were even more dazzling. Brady was too soft; whether it was women or enemies, as long as they could make them yield, he could do as he pleased. Force was the most effective way to achieve submission. He had absolutely no intention of being gentle or protective; on the contrary, he believed that the stronger they were tonight, the more compliant they would be in the future. Zhang Yuanqing steadied the red chicken brother's shoulder and turned to Sun Miao-miao, "Go handle the injuries to the Wind-Wing." As a senior journeyer from the second-largest region, Sun Miaomiao neither lacked healing supplies nor life essence. Nodding, Sun Miaomiao lifted her skirt and rushed out of the hall. Zhang Yuanqing then turned to gaze at the three masters in the distance. Halla of the Beauty Association furrowed her brow, whispering softly to Sean Mede, as if trying to prevent the conflict. Sean Mede shook his head slightly. He didn’t mind arguing with younger members, but that didn’t mean he would silently tolerate his own nephew being beaten only to see his son retaliate. The Mede family’s origins lay in the free federation’s underworld, operating in the western regions. Back then, the Medes would hold a teacup of agave, carry a revolver at their waist, and, with a casual conversation, fire a shot that would splatter their rivals’ heads—then invite the fallen rivals to drink a glass of strong liquor. To them, vengeance was a virtue. Vivien Berlent spoke coldly: “Julian, remove your equipment. You are not the only one who possesses master-level gear.” Julian smiled slightly: "My lord prosecutor, I don't need the White Heron cloak to deal with them. I merely used it to handle those pesky flies." With that, he removed the cloak and returned the items to his inventory. Zhang Yuanqing shifted his gaze to Julian. So arrogant—then let him be even more so... In private, Zhang subtly influenced Julian's mood and gestured toward the entrance of the hall, further agitating him: "Get out!" He stepped toward the hall entrance himself. Julian paused, then scoffed, "I've seen the footage of you fighting Brady—your initiative was clear. Tonight, I'll break your bones and slice you into pieces with my wind blades." He suspected that the beast king intended to use the vast terrain to his advantage, prolonging the battle, but for a wind mage, every enemy on the ground was simply a moving target. With a gust of wind, Julian drifted out of the hall, his cloak flapping behind him. The guests followed closely behind, exiting the ballroom. Raylee Eugene turned to his subordinate and whispered a few words. The subordinate hurried out of the villa, toward the parking area, then returned with a recording device, setting up to film from a distance. As a seasoned businessman, Raylee Eugene never missed an opportunity to generate revenue—he intended to record the escalating conflict and sell the footage on the online forums of various lawful organizations. Zhang Yuanqing弹了弹双膝，向左侧弹射，避开了这片风刃。 But before he could steady himself, a powerful and terrifying hurricane suddenly surged beneath his feet, lifting him skyward. The fine wind blades instantly sliced through his formal attire and cut into his skin. "Oh no..." the Wind God's Wings complexion changed slightly. He knew firsthand how devastating hurricanes could be—hurricanes were the primary attack skill of sixth-level wind wielders. Each gust was as strong as steel, and anything caught within would be torn into fragments. The spectators, however, were not surprised at all. They had come to see Julian teach the Five-Element Alliance's saints. Representatives from various organizations had reviewed the Five-Element Alliance's team records: there were several fifth-level saints, but no sixth-level ones. And this young man, Juming, was merely a fourth-level Beast King. A sixth-level wind wielder defeating a Beast King was like a transcendent overcoming an ordinary person. Suddenly, Zhang Yuanqing, trapped in the hurricane, grew black feathers, his arms elongated and flattened, covered in thick wings, his lips protruding to form a long beak, his legs transforming into sharp talons, and long, fan-shaped feathers sprouting from his tailbone. In an instant, he became a giant eagle with a wingspan of five meters. "Lì—!" With a sharp, resonant cry, the eagle broke through the hurricane with a powerful wingbeat, soaring skyward and charging toward Julian like a fighter jet, its pointed beak resembling a lance. Julian's expression changed instantly, and he quickly raised a wall of wind. "Pong!" The wind wall, which the wind mage had taken great pride in, was instantly torn apart. Yet, Julian seized the opportunity to gain distance. Panicked, he hesitated no longer, opened his inventory, and pulled out the white heron cloak, shielding himself with it. The next moment, the giant eagle struck through his body—but only as a fleeting silhouette. Zhang Yuanqing soared high, ascending into the sky beyond human sight, his amber, round eyes surveying the ground and soon locking onto Julian's figure. He activated the beast-form skill of the Azure Belt of Qing Di, a master-tier item. When a Sage transforms into a beast form, their level is enhanced, though they cannot transcend their class. Thus, even at the peak of the Sage realm, he remained at the peak Sage level—precisely what Zhang Yuanqing needed most. Without revealing his profession, the Azure Belt of Qing Di was the only item capable of maintaining his combat power at a six-tier peak. Therefore, before stepping out of the hall, he quietly donned the Azure Belt. Of course, even if the existence of the item were revealed, it would not pose a significant issue—few people in the second district had ever seen the Azure Belt, and it was a relic belonging to Yuan Shi Tian Zun. Moreover, one of the team members was Yuan Shi Tian Zun's girlfriend. The senior officials of the Five Elements Alliance would have no doubts upon seeing the Azure Belt. Julian, avoiding any direct confrontation, lifted his head and stared in surprise at the massive eagle taking flight. He knew that the second-largest region's beast king possessed the ability to manifest as an animal, yet what was this surge of intense vitality? What was behind this powerful offensive force? A similar aura and pressure, Julian had once sensed in Osmon during his tenure at headquarters. This was the peak of the sixth-tier aura—when a group of individuals with full experience (100%) underwent a transformation, aligning their bodies toward mastery, enabling them to withstand the surge of spiritual energy during their eventual ascension to master status. Yet this beast king, called Juming, wasn't supposed to be a fourth-tier beast king, was he? The same questions arose in the minds of the onlookers. They all looked up at the sky, trying to catch the faint outline of the giant eagle, their faces filled with astonishment. This was entirely different from their expectations—Juming was actually a peak sage? The distinction between sixth-tier and peak sixth-tier was significant. She hadn't anticipated Juming to be a peak sage. Within the official organization, peak sixth-tier sages were equivalent to reserve masters—each one a true treasure. Winny Burnt raised an eyebrow, surprised—but more so, delighted. Hmph, Master Yuan-Shi has quite a repertoire of moves... Annette exhaled, her heart settling back into her chest. Then she noticed that Hall Director Donna was gazing intently at the night sky, as though she had discovered something of interest. Sean Mede furrowed his brow, his expression growing serious and weighty. In contrast, the members of the Five Elements Alliance remained utterly calm, deeply confident in their leader. In the blink of an eye, Julian felt his spine bristle with sweat as a dark figure plunged down from the heavens, moving faster than the speed of sound. Faster than me... Julian's heart sank, his pupils turning translucent, and the "Gale Wind" seal appeared on his forehead. The Wind-Wielder's awe-inspiring presence! A mental skill that commands and suppresses all aerial foes. Yet, this invincible effect seemed to have no impact on the great eagle, which soared at supersonic speed, leaving behind visible streaks of motion. ——It's difficult for a skill rooted in the realm of the mind to affect a Master of Dream-Weaving at the peak of Level Six. Julian immediately activated the White Heron Robe ability. A series of roaring gusts surged forth, weaving into spiraling tornadoes that gathered around him and swiftly moved at high speed, creating a breathtaking spectacle. Wind King's Domain! The White Heron Robe's function—this is not only a powerful area-of-effect attack skill, with hurricane-force winds circling the caster, but also forms a strong, encircling defensive barrier that tears through any enemy daring to approach. Ground winds howled, while aerial hurricanes danced, evoking a sense of apocalyptic awe among the guests below. The great eagle glided with keen precision through the night sky, occasionally diving, turning, or gliding sideways, with exceptional agility, skillfully evading the tornadoes' pursuit and finally breaking through to the core, striking straight at Julian Med. Damn it! Julian Med's expression grew serious. The Sovereign of the Wind was his signature technique—a skill that had proven unbeatable among Saint-Rank practitioners, even against fellow Wind mages of the same level, who had to retreat and hesitate when it was deployed. It was the first time he had encountered an opponent of equal rank who not only matched but surpassed him in speed and agility, successfully breaking through the Sovereign of the Wind's domain via speed and aerial maneuvering. Julian had initially intended to yield temporarily, yet for no clear reason, a sudden sense of disdain and resistance to appearing embarrassed surged within him. A mere foreigner from the second district—what right did he have to demand that Julian step aside? With so many witnesses, if Julian retreated, wouldn't his dignity be completely compromised? Though the emotion arose unexpectedly, he followed his inner conviction, neither retreating nor yielding. He extended his hands outward, forming a wind barrier, while simultaneously gathering a blade of wind ahead, projecting it uniformly to cover the entire front area. The White Crane robe significantly enhanced the effectiveness of Wind mages' abilities, and the quality of the wind barrier now stood in stark contrast to what it had been earlier. "Clang... clang... clang..." The wind blade struck the giant eagle, splattering sparks from its hard feathers. Almost instantly, the eagle collided with the wind wall, blood mist exploding outward—its sharp beak snapped first, and the feathers, as tough as steel, fell like leaves. Dead? Such a foolish creature! The stronger the attack, the more powerful the wind wall's rebound. It didn't even understand the wind mage's techniques and dared to fight me? Julian Medes felt a surge of satisfaction, his disdain and pride swelling once more. At that very moment, a deluge of punches rained down upon Julian's face, blinding him, sending him reeling, dislodging his teeth one by one, swelling his cheeks, and splitting his lips. Zhang Yuanqing drove his legs to drive the wind mage's ribs to fracture, gripping the man's hair in one hand and delivering powerful, solid punches to his cheeks, back of the head, and face. Though his punches were not particularly forceful—since the cost of activating his beast form was cellular fragmentation and genetic mutation, a pain so severe that even a saint could be rendered unconscious—Zhang had fortified his combat resolve and suppressed the emotional anguish. Nevertheless, the physical damage to his body was tangible and would not vanish simply because he no longer felt the pain. Julian floated and swayed in midair, darting left and right like a drunken bird. Wind blades shot out in disarray, yet none could strike the deity, Juming, riding upon his back. As a fragile wind mage, this was precisely the outcome when engaged in close-quarters combat by a melee specialist. Julian screamed in a piercing, desperate tone, pain and dizziness driving him to lose his composure. He formed a blade of wind behind him, the edge pointed directly at himself. "Come on," Zhang Yuanqing sneered, "drive your blade through our backs—see who dies: you, or me." Julian stiffened throughout his body, and the wind blade slowly dissipated. "A waste!" Zhang Yuanqing delivered a sharp elbow strike to the guest's temple. Julian's eyes rolled back, and he collapsed, falling with Zhang Yuanqing from the sky. The wind roared at his ears. Zhang Yuanqing pulled off Julian's cloak from his shoulder and stored it in his inventory to complete the bonding, then quickly draped it over his own back. Instantly, he gained control over the flow of air. "Hmph..." A gentle breeze rose from the ground, catching the two as they fell, steadying them until they landed safely. At the entrance hall's corridor, the elegantly dressed guests stood motionless, their expressions stunned. The outcome had been entirely unexpected—both in its nature and in its duration. The guest who had been entrusted with the master artifact, Julian, had been defeated mid-air. When did the Five Elements Alliance acquire such a figure? Rui Li Eugene quickly rushed to his subordinates, excitedly asking, "Have you recorded it? Have you recorded it?"