Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

By the time they reacted, quite a few ordinary disciples had slipped through the gate and entered the third level of Bloody Mountain.

"Stop them!" cried one of the noble clansmen who was dressed in blue.

Seeing the scene, the other noble clansmen knew they wouldn't have anyone to rob if more commoners slipped by.

It was worth pointing out that while these noble disciples were not strong, with the weapons and magic tools their families provided, they could still fight.

They clustered together quickly to fill the breach and restore their checkpoint.

While this was happening, the disciples who were trailing after the towering man continued attacking. The cruel and unrelenting enemies left them only the choice of brave resistance or dropping out of the game. Anyone at this time could burst with increased strength.

So the scuffle escalated.

"Aaahh......!"

wailed a disciple as three noble disciples attacked, leaving him gutted. His enemy stood over him with a bloody long sword that shimmered a brilliant green light.

Although each disciple was in the magic array, protecting them from real death, the pain was still real.

After screaming, the disciple was immediately encircled in a light, and he was gone.

But the noble disciples were not faring well. During the fighting, a noble disciple gently pushed against a commoner to stop him. The ordinary disciple appeared unimpressive but was, in fact, more powerful.

noble clansman felt a strange stab force its way into his body. He began to twitch, tremble, and fell to the ground, dead.

deft prowess, like lightning during a storm. Many disciples from noble clans tried stopping him. He dodged the attacks easily, weaving between

and passed the chaotic checkpoint, nearing safety. The outcome of the battle didn't concern him. He needed

he had managed to escape, he caught sight

beasts on the first level. But, he appeared to be caught up in the middle of the scuffle, so, he must have wanted to rush to the third layer too. That was

strength was relatively weak among the people, and he didn't draw much

up behind him silently holding a gory dagger. Raising it as he neared

he would

stop to think; instead, he quickened his pace,

noble disciple's sneak

he got his wits, he realized a knife fell to the ground, just behind where he had

of alarm when he realized what almost

stopped short. Zen had no time to talk because the noble disciple was so angry he immediately picked up his dagger and launched himself at Zen. The blade was coming straight at Zen's neck at a deceptive angle, one that was difficult to escape. He wanted to kill Zen

hell! Purple Fist

the ground. In the wake of Zen's attack, he felt seven slight explosions in his body, and seven substantial bloody

body. Zen eliminated

was finally

had raced past and onto the third layer, while the ones who didn't

during the battle as well. The noble disciples' number went from more than twenty to only a dozen

to pass the test, and had said robbing crystal fragments in this pass was the easiest way to get into the Cloud Sect. Many of them had

even if they lay down to nap during the Blooded Test. They never expected a single person to rush the barrier, or that so many others would get