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

not leaving

returned to his hand, and Zen glared

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

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

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

Zen was a formidable opponent.

second thought, they turned

climb until he reached the mountain, where the buildings were constructed of black rock, most of which were shabby, and neglected, giving them an

buildings, Zen found many people sitting, reclining,

they applied themselves to refining their martial arts

carefully and deliberately

flowing bubbled, and there was

platform loomed out over the

edge was a young girl dressed in pink, fearlessly swinging her slim legs, despite

was unsurpassed, and her increasing loneliness mirrored the look

her, a figure raced in her

exquisite, pink lotuses sprang from

vaulting

a sight would have onlookers thinking of magic and power

time for the form

gaze into the crescent, the girl didn't turn around to see who had joined her, and instead said in an annoyed tone, "There isn't any reason

footfall as the person approached

be about twenty, composed himself before replying, "I'm here on behalf of your cousin,

not seeing me, making your justification lame!" grunted the girl rudely, without the slightest consideration or respect

close to his chest within his robes, "Perrin asked me to deliver this, in hopes it

the girl's eyes lit up as she stared

an instant, her best mannerisms were presented to the

even though he was highly refined and well

she moved from the edge and

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