Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

"You might have been able to withstand the power of Cut-All-Like-Air Dagger, but, let's see how you will stand up against the strength of a five-grade beast! Hahaha..."

Joshua said smiling ferociously.

Meanwhile, Zen was oblivious to the fact that he was the center of attention, with masters discussing him and his flesh or that he had aroused a great disturbance outside.

After Zen eliminated Ryan, the dozens of crystal fragments that had belonged to Ryan were all his. The crystal fragments he had in hand were far beyond the requirements of the Blooded Test. 'What now?' he wondered, breathing a sigh of relief. All Zen needed to do now was find a corner to wait quietly until the end of the test and maybe take a little break. Then he would be an outer disciple at the Cloud Sect.

He finally had time to check the many gashes in his clothes and realized he was covered in blood. Luckily, for him, even though the wound looked awful, there wasn't really any pain.

The wounds the threads had made on his hands and feet were bloody and looked severely mutilated. However, these were all trauma and didn't hurt his life energy which might make it simpler for him to heal.

Clenching his fists tightly, Zen pushed his energy out. Deep red blood-like liquid suddenly flowed along the wound sites, down his arms and legs. Under pressure he exerted, the wounds quickly closed. Zen controlled his muscles to heal instantly. This was something anyone at the peak of flesh refining level could do. In that short time, he was able to recover and feel much better.

Waiting until the wounds were almost healed, Zen paced back and forth, to make sure there was no more pain in his body. Then he glanced around and walked away.

In his heart, there remained some questions. The weapon he got from Ryan was a spiritual weapon, 'I wonder how many dragon scales will be lighted up if the black fire in my mind swallows the spiritual weapon? Three, four? Maybe five?' considered Zen. While he still wasn't clear about that, he knew the iron essence he refined would be more than that of a top grade mysterious weapon. Zen shrugged and kept moving.

dagger was left behind. If he did feed it to the black fire, the Fang Clan would not let it pass, but chase him down.

he got from Ryan, he did not know what

Zen was that the third layer was so vast he couldn't find Nory. Where would he find Nory?

him lose his balance.

"Bo-om!"

"Thuu-ud!"

"BOOM!"

ground shuddered so violently, Zen staggered like

animal's heavy steps became louder, and the tremors under Zen's feet became more powerful the closer the monster

and that something must be enormous, he thought, 'What now? Why are so many things so dead set on messing with me? Am I just ill-fated? This is only supposed to be a test!' Zen bemoaned while dodging flying stones. He

two noble clan disciples racing for their lives, screaming and crying in fear. They were barely

its head, mouth full

Zen stared up at the nearly twenty-foot tall monster, his jaw dropped. Judging from the two over-sized fangs

Zen knew about Ogres, was that they were more powerful than humans, had been deadly enemies with humankind since ancient times. At least that was what was recorded in various books about the legends of

brutal, and they ate

were passed down orally about the Ogres and scared people at the mere mention. Adults were terrified, and tended