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.

bringing his lethal

with a single clean thrust, not leaving a drop of blood

his hand, and Zen glared at the remaining pursuers

beaten by Zen, especially considering that

defeat. If he had regarded Zen as a

leader, the remaining attackers were too cowardly to give chase to Zen.

decided Zen was

thought, they turned

where the buildings were constructed of black rock, most of which were shabby, and neglected, giving them an oppressive

found many people sitting, reclining, meditating and some

themselves to refining their martial arts skills and paid

and deliberately at each

the zenith of Hell Mountain, the waves of the lava flowing

out over the

girl dressed in

unsurpassed, and her increasing loneliness mirrored the look in

in her direction from the

resembling exquisite, pink lotuses

vaulting

onlookers thinking of magic and power if there had

the

around to see who had joined her, and instead said in

steady footfall as the person approached her

be about twenty, composed himself before replying, "I'm here on behalf of your cousin, who cannot gain admission of

justification lame!" grunted the girl rudely, without the slightest consideration or respect

close to his chest within his robes, "Perrin asked me to

lit up as she stared at the

instant, her best mannerisms were presented to the

even though he was highly refined and well disciplined.

she moved from the edge and gracefully took the offered gift.

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