Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

The crowd parted and a middle-aged man stepped out. He had a charming face, was dressed in brilliant white and moved with the grace of an immortal.

"Bryson Luo!"

spat Zen frowning when he saw the man approaching.

Right at that moment, his oldest uncle, Bryson, was the last person he wanted to face. Bryson was the mastermind behind his father's death. His younger uncle Ken was just an accomplice.

With Bryson's appearance, an obvious strain fell over the yard. Zen bent his knees slightly, putting every muscle and bone in his body on alert.

Bryson had achieved a level far above the marrow refining level. He hadn't reached the nature level yet, but Bryson was only half a step until he reached it!

Zen just reached the level of organ refining. There was the whole marrow refining level between them!

It was an unbridgeable gap, and they weren't in the same league.

But Zen wasn't about to give up!

If he didn't have it in him to fight, he would have caved two years ago.

die here. Zen had to seize the

silent as he took a deep breath. Without any preamble he mustered all his strength

sword covered in a purple light shot out of the sky in front of him and cut deeply into the earth,

flash, but, as he did, another sword appeared in front of him. One

person reached the nature level, life energy itself could be harnessed. Since

apparently you don't know how to behave yourself. You wounded your uncle and

Even though his defense was as hard as a mysterious weapon, Bryson could

this?' he wondered as frustration and anger welled up

broke in, "Bryson, don't kill

swords inches from

stronger than ordinary men. And you realize, Perrin and Andrew used Magical Pills

between Zen's eyes, and emotionlessly asked,

here, why should he tell them? He wouldn't say

over the door of Luo house exploded. A bronze furnace fell from the sky, crashing to the ground with a deafening clatter. The Luo children automatically

steps, sending all the children shrieking

"Who did this?"