When these martial artists swept their gazes over Qin Yan and found that they could not sense the slightest fluctuation of aura from him, they all withdrew their eyes. No one was willing to provoke him.
After all, in such a dangerous place, the unknown was often the most terrifying.
No one knew whether this seemingly ordinary young man was some hidden prodigy painstakingly nurtured by a superpower.
While these martial artists secretly assessed Qin Yan, he was also quietly observing them, committing every useful piece of information to memory.
Boom!
Just then, a thousand-zhang radiance suddenly lit up above everyone's heads.
The light was domineering and dazzling, like a miniature sun exploding overhead, radiating an overwhelmingly aggressive and terrifying pressure.
The light contained an incomparably dense concentration of Light Power. Some of the weaker martial artists were immediately suppressed by it until their blood and qi churned.
Qin Yan's body trembled lightly, and a dense layer of blood qi surged from within him, condensing into a crimson barrier around him that blocked all the domineering Light Power outside.
He looked up and saw a young man standing in midair.
The man wore a luxurious white robe embroidered with golden patterns. He was strikingly handsome, and his long pale-golden hair drifted behind him without wind, like a flowing waterfall of gold.
Most eye-catching of all was the pair of golden wings behind him. They were entirely condensed from the purest Light Power, and every gentle flap scattered countless rays of golden light, dyeing the entire sky in a sacred gold.
Su Zhao lowered his eyes and looked down upon the martial artists below with an air of superiority.
His golden eyes were filled with undisguised contempt, as though he were looking at a swarm of insignificant ants.
Then his wings