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 swinging

not leaving a drop of blood on his blade.

returned to his hand, and Zen glared at the

how he'd been humbled or beaten by Zen, especially considering that

the man lacked any defenses which resulted in his defeat. If he had regarded Zen as a threat,

their fallen leader, the remaining attackers were

decided Zen was a formidable

turned

resumed his climb until he reached the mountain, where the buildings were constructed of black rock, most of which were shabby, and

many people sitting, reclining, meditating and some were

their martial arts skills and

carefully and deliberately at

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

loomed out over

a young girl dressed in pink, fearlessly

unsurpassed, and her increasing loneliness mirrored the look in her haunted

a figure raced in her direction

plumes resembling exquisite, pink

vaulting

sight would have onlookers thinking of magic and power if

time for the form running to reach the platform.

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

as the person approached

in purple, who appeared to be about twenty, composed himself before replying, "I'm here on behalf of your cousin,

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

article hidden close to his chest within his robes, "Perrin asked me to deliver

as she stared at

mannerisms were

even though

if she was a fairy, she moved from the edge and gracefully took the

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