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

single clean thrust, not leaving a drop

weapon returned to his hand, and Zen glared at the remaining pursuers before

wondering how he'd been humbled or beaten

had regarded Zen as a threat, he

their fallen leader, the remaining attackers were too cowardly to

Zen was

they turned

at their cowardice, Zen resumed his climb until he reached the mountain, where the buildings were constructed of black rock, most of

Zen found many people sitting, reclining, meditating and some

to Hell Mountain, they applied themselves to refining their martial arts skills and paid no attention to

and deliberately at each

the waves of the lava flowing bubbled, and

loomed out over

sitting on the precarious edge was a young girl dressed in pink, fearlessly swinging

arched elegantly, her beauty was unsurpassed, and her increasing loneliness mirrored the look in her haunted

a figure raced in her

resembling exquisite, pink lotuses sprang from the

vaulting over the

thinking of magic and power

little effort or time for the form running

instead said

the steady footfall as the person approached

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

me, making your justification lame!" grunted the girl rudely, without

remained in high spirits as he removed an article hidden close to his chest within his robes, "Perrin

the girl's eyes lit up as she stared at the

mannerisms were

unearthly beauty, even though he was highly refined and

from the edge and gracefully took the offered

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