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.

bringing his lethal weapon

single clean thrust, not leaving a drop of blood on

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

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

in his defeat. If he had regarded Zen

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

Zen was a

thought, they turned tail and ran.

were constructed of black rock, most of which were shabby, and neglected, giving them an oppressive sense.

many people sitting, reclining,

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

Zen glanced carefully and deliberately at

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

loomed out

a young girl dressed in pink, fearlessly

and her increasing loneliness mirrored the look in her haunted

raced in her direction from

sprinted, plumes resembling exquisite, pink lotuses sprang from the

was vaulting over the

thinking of magic and power if there had been

the form running to reach the platform.

had joined her, and instead said in an annoyed tone, "There isn't any reason for you to visit me! Can't

the steady footfall as

impressive looking youth dressed in purple, who appeared to be about twenty, composed himself before replying, "I'm here

the girl

young man 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 hopes it would please

the girl's eyes lit up as she

mannerisms were presented to the youth.

her unearthly beauty, even though he was highly refined and well

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

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