Eers smiled faintly. The smile was gentle and polite, forming a stark contrast with his jet-black skin.
He flipped his right hand, and a blue-green bamboo stalk appeared out of thin air in his palm.
The bamboo was about three feet long, its entire body emerald green, its joints distinct. Faint, ancient, and mysterious patterns could be seen on every section.
Those patterns resembled tiny rivers, with liquid vitality flowing through them, so lush and green they seemed ready to drip.
The bamboo leaves were fresh and verdant—seven of them in all. Each leaf held a tiny cluster of emerald radiance, within which were condensed millions of years of accumulated vitality and destructive power.
He held the bamboo as though it were a priceless treasure, his movements gentle and careful.
The two sides stared at each other, and neither made the first move.
Upon the Arena, Saintly Breath silently collided with some even more ancient power.
White halos swirled around Ning An, while verdant vitality spread beneath Eers's feet.
The two forces met at the center of the Arena, silently corroding, canceling out, and annihilating each other.
The space in that area warped slightly, yet never shattered. The Arena floor remained utterly unmoved.
"Wasn't it said that the Feather God Clan had withdrawn from the world? Why have they suddenly appeared now?"
"Who knows? The Feather God Clan has always been extremely mysterious. I've heard they barely meddle in anything on the Origin Continent anymore, so why have they suddenly shown up this time?"
"It should be because the Feather God Clan cares about the Origin Continent and wants to lend a hand."
"Lend a hand, my ass. Something went wrong inside the Feather God Clan. Their clan-protecting innate supreme treasure developed a problem, and only those few people in