Qin Yan leisurely took his seat upon his throne, his gaze lazily sweeping over those below.
None of the disciples below had any desire to challenge Qin Yan.
News of Qin Yan's breakthrough to Peak Fifth Grade at Spirit Mountain a few days ago had already spread among this batch of disciples.
A Late Fifth Grade Qin Yan had already been terrifying beyond belief; even a powerful First-Class Disciple like Ao Yuan had been defeated by him.
How powerful would he be at Peak Fifth Grade?
No one knew.
Nor did anyone want to find out.
Qin Yan's overall Combat Power was no longer considered weak even among the Special-Class Disciples.
Rather than challenge him, they might as well challenge weaker Special-Class Disciples.
Qin Yan sat upright on his throne, his gaze lazily sweeping over the crowd below.
No one challenged him.
Not a single one.
Qin Yan could not help feeling somewhat disappointed.
Ever since both his body tempering and qi refining had broken through, he had yet to find anyone to fight.
Just how strong was he now?
Even he did not know.
He wanted to find an opponent and test it out.
Unfortunately, no one gave him the chance.
Just as Qin Yan was feeling disappointed—
"Bzzzt—!"
The Golden Throne behind him suddenly lit up with dazzling Golden Light!
A golden thread shot out from the throne, extending toward somewhere in the distance!
There, another golden thread was intertwining with it!
The two threads entwined and fused—
A Golden Arena condensed out of thin air!
Immediately afterward, Qin Yan's figure flashed, and in an instant, he appeared atop the arena!
He raised his head and looked across from him.
Opposite him stood a youth clad in black battle armor.
He had a burly build, a stern face,