Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

"This is how you talk to your elders? Where are your manners, Zen?" chided one of the elders frowning.

"Hold your tongue!" Zen snapped, "When my father was killed, the third, fourth, fifth branches… the entire Luo Clan, what were you doing? My father was good to all of you, always. How can you be so ungrateful? All of you were accomplices in his murder!"

announced Zen in a sharp, angry tone. His grievance had simmered for two years, turning to hatred in the darkest recesses of his hardened heart. And now, it was erupting. His eyes were full of icy disdain as he took a long look around the place. As his gaze met each person there, they turned their heads or looked down to avoid his gaze.

Ken didn't want to talk about this anymore. "Cut the crap, brat. Let's get down to business. Tell you what, turn over the refining method, and I promise you will have a quick and painless death. Your body will remain whole, and you can even have a plot in our clan graveyard. How does that sound to you?" he threatened. The next moment numerous hair-like lines of purple light lit up on his arms, scattering into the air.

"You want to know my refining method? Ha! Dream on!" With that, Zen kicked off hard against the arena's edge to propel himself into a sprint. It seemed his only choice would be to fight his way out, since he wouldn't be able to walk out of here.

Although Zen was fast, Ken was faster. He was after all a famous expert, and he was able to remain at the organ refining level for a long time. He moved swiftly, with a purple shadow. He stopped Zen easily. "You are too green, boy. There is no way for you to escape. I'll give you another chance to turn over your refining method! Or I will make you wish you were never born, but, you will suffer before that! Then, when I am finished, I tear you to pieces and burn you until you are nothing more than ashes."

"Fuck off!"

replied Zen as he swung to punch Ken.

As Zen's fist came closer, Ken brushed it aside effortlessly, avoiding the brunt of the punch. As he did, Ken twisted to land dozen of blows over Zen's torso.

Bang!

at a far greater force. A man fighting at the level of organ refining had three

fist slammed into Zen flooded his body. Within a few seconds pain turned into a familiar warm current, and even though his body was transforming the power lightning fast, there were too many powerful punches and they exceeded Zen's limit. The

"Aah!"

rolled and got to his feet, Zen spat out a mouthful of blood.

his heart jump. "Amazing! Your skills in self-protection are amazing. Just tell us how,

while trying to steady his labored breathing. There was an incredible sensation of relief filling his body. It was as if the beatings Zen took from Andrew and Ken

had reached the summit of the bone refining level, and lately, he noticed that his progress had slowed down. Day after day he was becoming stronger which meant the demand for that warm current

received was turning into a warm current, flooding his body and washing out what remained of the impurities

refined

became re-invigorated as though he was in tune with his bones and each of them was at his command. As his bones became refined and stronger, Zen's breathing changed too. Every inhalation and exhalation now took half time more than before.

had achieved the level of organ

through his body, his heart was singing with joy, but

few hours of interrogation."

moment, things took an unexpected turn.

instant Ken got close enough, Zen's fist shot out as fast as a lightning bolt