Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

Chapter 133 A Stunning Smile From Yan

Pushing himself to run faster, Zen raced uphill more alert than ever.

Several people pursued close behind, intent on capturing Zen.

Wanting to block Zen's path, one of his stalkers took a detour, at a stunning speed.

"Ha ha! Someone, like you, at the marrow refining level, from the Cloud Sect provides perfect amusement for us!" The robust man in his thirties had a sturdy looking face, his skin tone was dark, and his eyes looked menacing, "Out of my way!" warned Zen in a sharp voice, while he was calm and collected, ready to land a fatal blow on the man, who was supposedly at the nature level.

The man's voice dripped with cynicism as he said, "You are at my mercy! If it suits my wishes, you will lose your life right now at my command, in Hell Mountain."

As their leader dealt with Zen, the man's companions stopped to watch.

"Last warning, move aside or die where you stand!" threatened Zen.

Feeling superior to Zen, the man dismissed the warning.

Extending his large, black hands, the man attempted to grasp Zen.

If he fell victim to this man, Zen would suffer greatly!

In a flash, Zen used his soul to form a thorn as his opponent bore down on him.

"Spiritual thorn strike!"

As the weapon struck the man, he cried out in excruciating pain.

As his scream rang out, Zen hurled the broken flying knife at the man.

"Zing!"

"Slli-shh!"

Like a dart, the sharp weapon shot through the air, and struck the target. The knife punctured his chest, exiting his back and stuck in the rock behind him.

his lethal weapon

enemy with a single clean thrust, not leaving a drop

hand, and Zen glared at the remaining pursuers before climbing

been humbled or beaten by Zen, especially considering that Zen

the man lacked any defenses which resulted in his defeat. If he had regarded Zen as a threat, he wouldn't

the sight of their fallen leader, the remaining attackers were too cowardly to

was a formidable

they turned tail and ran.

where the buildings were constructed of black rock,

Zen found many people sitting,

exiled to Hell Mountain, they applied themselves to refining their martial arts skills and

Zen glanced carefully and deliberately at

of the lava flowing bubbled, and there

loomed out over the

on the precarious edge was a young girl dressed in pink, fearlessly swinging her slim legs,

unsurpassed, and her increasing loneliness mirrored the look in her

in her direction

exquisite, pink lotuses sprang from the

was vaulting over the

magic and

the form

girl didn't turn around to see who had joined her, and instead said in an

steady footfall as the person

appeared to be about twenty, composed himself before replying, "I'm

lame!" grunted the girl rudely, without the slightest

young man in purple remained in high spirits as he removed an article hidden close to his chest within his robes, "Perrin asked me

lit up as she stared at the article.

best mannerisms were presented

her unearthly beauty, even though he was highly

a fairy, she moved from the edge and gracefully took

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