Since the beginning of the Realm War, Zhao Lingzhou and Shangguan Yunfeng had remained hidden, knowing that it wasn’t a simple treasure hunt. It was smart for them to avoid battles that could easily take their lives. Now that Tianming had brought them out to sea, they could only stare in awe at the eight disciples tied to Archfiend.

“I’ll be damned. Are these really elysian children or am I dreaming?” Zhao Lingzhou’s jaw dropped.

“Give them a poke and you’ll know.”

Zhao Lingzhou walked up to Elysian Lin and touched her.

“This isn’t a dream,” he concluded, still in shock.

“I must say, this is beyond my wildest imagination. Tianming, you really are something exceptional.” Shangguan Yunfeng stared at the white-haired youth, impressed.

“Hey, mind if I give them a good beating?” Zhao Lingzhou asked.

“Be my guest.”

Born in the Grand-Orient Sect, Zhao Lingzhou had heard enough stories of prime disciples being defeated and shamed in the Realm Wars. Now...