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

with a single clean thrust, not leaving a drop of blood

returned to his hand, and Zen glared at the

beaten by Zen, especially

defenses which resulted in his defeat. If he had regarded Zen as a threat, he

attackers were too cowardly to

decided Zen was a formidable

they turned tail and

where the buildings were constructed of black rock, most of which were

people sitting, reclining, meditating and

themselves to refining their martial arts skills and paid no

carefully and deliberately at each person...

zenith of Hell Mountain, the waves of the lava flowing

out

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

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

figure raced in her direction from the entrance.

he sprinted, plumes resembling exquisite, pink lotuses sprang from the

was vaulting over the

a sight would have onlookers thinking of magic and

took little effort or time for the form running

joined her, and instead said in an annoyed

hear the steady footfall as the person approached her

before replying, "I'm here on

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

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

as she stared at the article.

instant, her best mannerisms were presented to the youth.

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

she moved from the edge and gracefully took

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