Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

Chapter 80 Stay Calm (Part Two)

Formerly known as Fren, the third son in the Zhuge family had been nicknamed as 'Fren the loony'.

Fren's ruthless and tyrannical behavior had earned him this nickname. He was always furious and presumptuous. And so everyone started to call him 'Fren the loony'.

"Oh?" The expression in Zen's eyes changed, and his face became more serious as he remarked, "Fren's servant. What great fame for you! Good prestige! How dare you instigate internal battles in Drizzle Peak?"

As with any other peaks, Drizzle Peak saw its share of in-fighting. But these struggles were internal affairs.

Now that another peak had stepped into Drizzle Peak's internal affairs, all disciples would unite. In fact, the other thirty-two peaks at Cloud Sect were like this, too. Everyone fought behind closed doors. But once they got involved in a fight outside, they united against their common enemy. Unparalleled and consistent.

Thomas had instigated Leo to attack Zen. This interference was taboo and a violation of laws. This was not allowed to happen here!

Therefore, Zen's observation drew the hostility of Drizzle Peak's disciples. Thomas was hurled into the spotlight.

on the faces

though Drizzle Peak was ranked the last among the other peaks, the disciples still felt a strong sense of loyalty

was powerful, and the Zhuge family was certainly a giant among the noble clans.

spectators even more was that Thomas was only a slave

confident that when they heard Fren's name, they would be scared and they would kneel before him. He sneered,

Zen turned and sought Sean from among the crowd. Then he asked aloud,

look at Thomas. Then he said, "This person is only a slave to the Zhuge family. He is not a disciple of Cloud Sect. He

A smile spread on Zen's face as Sean finished. Zen walked

steps back and shouted in a high, thin voice, "I am Fren's servant. If you dare to touch me, my master will take you,

lightning bolt, twisted his thick neck, and pressed his neck on the blade of the Purple Blue Sword. Then, Zen put a foot on his back and said in an even tone, "Finish that sentence! I dare

of the Purple Blue Sword was pressed on Thomas' neck. If Zen

a pig being killed echoed through the battle ring. His lips trembled so much that he couldn't say a word. Soon the smell of urine permeated the air. Thomas had

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