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 swinging back.

enemy with a single clean thrust, not leaving a drop of blood on his blade.

glared at

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

which resulted in his defeat. If he had regarded Zen

the remaining attackers were too cowardly

was a

turned tail

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

the buildings, Zen found many people sitting, reclining, meditating and

applied themselves to refining their martial arts skills and paid no

Zen glanced carefully and deliberately at each person...

of Hell Mountain, the waves of the lava flowing bubbled, and there was an overwhelming heat that rose

out

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

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

her, a figure raced in her direction from the entrance.

pink lotuses sprang from the ground.

vaulting over the lotuses.

would have onlookers thinking of magic and power if there had been any.

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

who had joined her, and instead said in an annoyed tone, "There isn't any reason for

could hear the steady footfall as the person approached

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

to not seeing me, making your justification lame!" grunted the

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

up as she stared at

mannerisms were presented to

was entranced by her unearthly beauty, even though he was highly

she was a fairy, she moved from the

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