"What's going on with you two?" Although Elysian Ling was merely at ninth-level Unity, it didn’t prevent him from speaking to Li Wusheng and Li Jiusi with an arrogant tone.

The onyx disciples trembled in pain, unable to answer him.

"Are you Elysian Ling? I worked hard to find you," said Tianming.

"So what if I am? Don't you dare touch me. When my people find you, you’ll be miserable," scoffed Elysian Ling.

"Don't you see what happened to them?" asked Tianming.

"Onyx disciples? Can they compare to us? I’m an elysian child!" 

"So what?" Tianming retorted.

"The elysian children are your nightmare. You can't do anything but kneel to us, otherwise you’ll be miserable," said Elysian Ling.

In fact, he wasn’t stupid. Aware he was no match for Tianming, he wanted to intimidate him with his identity. Throughout history, countless disciples of the four great clans had met weaker elysian children and feared fighting them. If they could hide, they would. Their priority was seeking the treasure. Unfortunately, the one Elysian...