Misty clouds wreathed the top of mountain.

Zhao Shanling’s expression flickered as he glanced down at the two seventh grade outsiders’ corpses and wrestled with a dilemma.

Before today, he had known very little about Wu Ji.

Not only that, but he had also selectively ignored everything about the Realm of Flame Heaven.

Since it was a realm that hadn’t produced a single Soul realm expert, and had been ridden roughshod by the Realm of Earth Sieve, the Realm of Dark ...