Chapter 839: Disdain
The three generals, having come to terms with reality—
Had nothing more to say.
They could only watch helplessly as the Sacred-tier Dragon Robe fell into Ling Zhan's hands.
At that moment—
Buzz!!
In front of Zero Number Abyss Tower—
Ling Zhan's figure reappeared.
"Master!"
Meng Shuang was the first to pounce on him directly.
"Gawoo!"
"Mii!"
The Little Holy Dragon and Little Golden Crow also sprinted on their short legs, following Meng Shuang into Ling Zhan's embrace.
Behind them, Yun Man and Chang Yue watched with great envy.
Hmm…
They also wanted to leap into their master's arms like Meng Shuang and the two little ones.
But they couldn't.
If they dared to try, they wouldn't be met with open arms—but a flying kick instead.
Still, seeing their master emerge victorious in such a dominant fashion, they couldn't help but feel immense joy.
Meanwhile, the members of the Demon-Slaying Corps—
Each and every one of them now looked at Ling Zhan with deep, unconcealed reverence.
Every soldier here was already a top-tier talent, having reached Level 160 or higher at such a young age—proving their immense potential.
At this rate, in less than ten years, another batch of Level 190 elites would surely emerge.
Some might even reach Level 200 and ascend to the Upper Realm, stepping into a grander world of class advancements.
Precisely because they were strong, they respected those even stronger.
Now—
They had fully acknowledged Ling Zhan's strength.
If they still stubbornly refused to accept reality, they'd just be complete fools.
"Instructor Ling looks like he's only twenty years old…"
"So young!"
"Not necessarily. In this world of class advancements, even if you're hundreds or thousands of years old, you can use magical technology to keep your body young. Who knows, Ling Zhan might already be centuries old."
"…Are you blind, bro? You've already admitted defeat in your heart, but your mouth still won't accept it? Can't you see his status panel? His age is clearly written as 20."
"Hahaha! This guy is just desperately looking for something to prove that Instructor Ling isn't perfect…"
Everyone burst into laughter, teasing the guy who kept running his mouth.
"If you're really that doubtful, why don't you step up and challenge Instructor Ling?"
"Yeah…"
"Go on, fight him!"
The crowd even started egging him on.
The man's face turned bright red, but he stubbornly retorted, "I never said he wasn't strong! I just didn't notice his age data, that's all!"
No one cared about his excuses.
They all just laughed heartily.
However—
What stood out was that everyone was now referring to Ling Zhan as 'Instructor Ling'.
This change in address reflected a change in attitude.
Clearly, they had fully accepted him.
Of course…
For Ling Zhan, their recognition didn't matter in the slightest.
Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, Ling Zhan casually tossed the Sacred-tier Dragon Robe to Yun Man and said indifferently,
"Distribute this among yourselves. Anyone can wear it. As for the other two, I'll craft them myself. I've almost gathered enough materials anyway…"
The moment those words landed—
Yun Man immediately threw the Sacred-tier Dragon Robe to Chang Yue, saying, "Chang Yue, you wear it. Among the three of us divine beasts, you're the most fragile."
"Fragile" was, of course, relative.
If Chang Yue were to fight a same-level human class advancer, she could literally stand still, and the opponent still wouldn't be able to break through her defense.
Or rather—
Any damage they dealt wouldn't even outpace the natural regeneration of the Xinyu Jade Rabbit Clan.
As for why Yun Man gave up the Sacred-tier Robe—
She wanted something personally crafted by their master!
Whether it was Sacred-tier or not didn't matter.
As long as it was something made by Ling Zhan, that was enough.
Chang Yue had the same thought.
She immediately draped the Sacred-tier Dragon Robe over Meng Shuang, saying,
"I may be the most fragile, but you two are always charging into battle. As front-liners, your durability should be as high as possible. So, Meng Shuang should have it."
"No! I don't want it! I want Master to make me one himself!"
"Xiao An, here, you wear it instead!"
Meng Shuang clung to Ling Zhan tightly, shaking her head furiously while shoving the Sacred-tier Dragon Robe onto the Little Holy Dragon's head.
"Gawoo?"
The Little Holy Dragon, with the robe covering its head, blinked in confusion.
But it was clearly disgusted, and with a flick of its head, it tossed the Sacred-tier Dragon Robe onto the Little Golden Crow instead.
The reason?
It was a Holy Dragon.
Not a mere Giant Dragon.
This Sacred-tier Robe made from Giant Dragon scales was actually weaker than its own Holy Dragon scales.
After all—
Holy Dragons were superior to Giant Dragons.
Wearing this robe was as pointless as wearing pants just to fart.
"Mii!"
The Little Golden Crow, even more disdainful, picked up the robe with its beak and threw it onto the ground.
It wanted nothing to do with this stupid robe made from dumb Giant Dragons.
Its own Golden Crow feathers had better defense and attributes than this so-called Sacred-tier artifact.
And so…
Under everyone's stunned gazes—
The Sacred-tier Dragon Robe, a priceless treasure that everyone desired,
Was simply tossed onto the ground.
"Wha…"
Everyone was dumbfounded!
This was a Sacred-tier item!
Yet it was being passed around like a dirty rag by Ling Zhan's party!
Even those two little creatures, who probably weren't even fully weaned, rejected it?!
What the hell?!
"You don't want it? Give it to me instead…"
All the soldiers watching screamed internally.
But of course—
Even though Ling Zhan's group didn't want it, this was still a Sacred-tier artifact.
There was no way they'd just give it away for free.
Up on the chief's platform—
Eugene, Ebota, and Lionel were now completely speechless.
If not for their dignity, they would've rushed over to snatch the Sacred-tier artifact themselves!
Seeing that none of his divine beasts wanted it, Ling Zhan could only sigh and put the robe back into his storage ring.
There was no helping it…
His divine beasts simply didn't care for ordinary Sacred-tier artifacts.
That's the privilege of divine beasts.
The higher their rank, the stronger their natural attributes—
Their own scales, feathers, and claws were often stronger than Sacred-tier gear, sometimes even surpassing it.
Take Meng Shuang, for example—
Her Azure Dragon Claws were already comparable to a Sacred-tier weapon.
But for them—
What mattered wasn't power, but their master's personal craftsmanship.
As for this robe stripped from Omore's corpse?
Forget it.
To them, it was no better than trash.