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.

Zen pulled, bringing his lethal weapon

not leaving a drop

Zen glared at the remaining pursuers before climbing

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

his defeat. If he had regarded Zen as

their fallen leader, the remaining attackers were too cowardly to give chase

Zen was a formidable opponent.

thought, they turned

mountain, where the buildings were constructed of black rock, most of which were shabby, and

sitting, reclining, meditating and some were mumbling respectively.

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

and deliberately

up on the zenith of Hell Mountain, the waves of the lava flowing bubbled, and there was an overwhelming

loomed out over

girl dressed in pink, fearlessly swinging her slim legs, despite the dizzying height.

was unsurpassed, and her increasing loneliness mirrored the look in her haunted gaze.

in her

sprinted, plumes resembling exquisite, pink lotuses sprang from

person was vaulting over the lotuses.

would have onlookers thinking of magic and power if there

or time for the form running

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

could hear the steady footfall as the person

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

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

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

lit up as she stared

her best mannerisms

entranced by her unearthly beauty, even though he was highly refined and well disciplined.

fairy, she moved from the edge and

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