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

weapon returned to his hand, and Zen glared at

died wondering how he'd been humbled or beaten by

his defeat. If he had regarded Zen as a threat,

leader, the remaining attackers were too cowardly to

decided Zen was a formidable opponent.

turned tail

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

found many people sitting, reclining,

applied themselves to refining their martial arts skills

Zen glanced carefully and

of the lava flowing bubbled, and there was

loomed out over the

young girl dressed in pink, fearlessly swinging her slim

was unsurpassed, and her increasing loneliness mirrored the

in her direction

plumes resembling exquisite, pink lotuses sprang from the

person was vaulting

would have onlookers thinking of magic and power

took little effort or time for the form running to reach the platform.

and instead said

hear the steady footfall as the person approached

appeared to be about twenty, composed himself before replying,

grunted the girl rudely,

close to his chest within his

girl's eyes lit up as

instant, her best mannerisms

beauty, even though

fairy, she moved from the edge and

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