He was a tall young man, though he did not have the form of an ordinary member of the Human Clan.
His skin was faintly green. Instead of ordinary black hair, fine vines grew from his head, swaying gently in the breeze.
His hands were large and powerful, with nails gnarled like tree roots.
He was one of the Treefolk.
An ancient race of the Ten Thousand Realms, the Treefolk lived in harmony with forests, enjoyed long lives, and possessed a natural affinity for wood energy.
He wore a green robe embroidered with old-fashioned tree patterns, lending him an even stronger air of nature.
Green true qi slowly gathered in his hand, then formed two large characters above him: Qin Yan!
The characters were as green as leaves, floating clearly in midair.
He then struck the golden seat behind him with his palm.
Hum!
Golden Light gathered on the seat in an instant, and a beam shot skyward from it.
At the same time, a golden thread formed on Qin Yan's Golden Throne and extended downward.
The two threads met in the air, twining and spiraling together. Under countless watchful eyes, they formed a Golden Arena hundreds of meters wide!
The arena was entirely gold. It floated in midair, radiating dazzling light.
A golden barrier surrounded it, preventing the aftershocks of battle from escaping.
Golden Light flashed around Qin Yan and the prodigy. An instant later, both appeared in the arena.
Qin Yan stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm.
The Treefolk prodigy stood opposite him, green light flickering around his body. He was already ready to fight.
The sight instantly drew the attention of countless prodigies.
"Isn't that Mu Qingfeng, a First-Class Disciple?"
Someone had recognized the Treefolk prodigy.
"That's right, it's him! The Treefolk genius."