Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

Shrugging, Zen smiled and said, "How could I kill him? No, the Flying Dragon General killed Randall."

"The Flying Dragon General?!" At the mention of the vice commander from Dragon Fort, there was a look of awe on Martin's face.

"Now that Randall has been executed, the Flying Dragon General doesn't want the news to spread. Tell your soldiers," cautioned Zen.

"Yes, of course! You can rest assured that my soldiers won't breathe a single word of what's happened!" replied Martin guardedly. It was beyond his expectations to think that the Flying Dragon General would handle this matter himself.

After the Green Haze group and Zen finished hunting blade locusts, they returned to the Dragon Fort.

With the hardships Martin had endured over the past few days behind him, a weight was lifted, leaving his heart lighter, and he wanted to celebrate, so, he led Zen to a pub for a drink. After a few drinks, Martin was itching to tell people what he'd been through, and if Zen hadn't reminded Martin not to, Martin would have blurted something out. By the end of the evening, Martin was drunk.

After boozing it up at the local pub, Zen returned to his room and removed the alcohol from his blood using purple life energy.

He looked at his harvest of crystal cores and decided it was quite a rich trip.

Along with exceeding the number of blade locusts that he anticipated he could hunt, Zen had also unexpectedly, harvested a crystal core from a fire scorpion lion. Further, he raised his body's refinement to that of a spiritual-weapon-like body through the fires from the earth's core.

Sitting on the bed, Zen pulled two short halberds out of his space ring, which he took after slaying the White and Black Fiends.

The halberds were top-grade mysterious weapons. Although Zen's flying knife had halved one of them, there shouldn't be any negative impacts, since they would both be melted into iron essence.

that the black

essence in total since one short

fifteen drops of iron essence

be obtained from a mysterious weapon. Only one thing was certain, and that was, the higher the grade of the mysterious weapon was, the more

to a fairy weapon. It was a shame the White and Black Fiends were killed before they attacked with the halberds

moments later, he could see the cyan dragon relief within his mind. There were three dragon scales being

were lit up on the cyan dragon sculpture, and

realized his weakness was actually in his refining

a broad contrast between the lazy noble

of magic pills available to them, the noble disciples were slack in working hard to improve their refining techniques, which resulted in a considerable gap between their strength and Zen's.

level faster. There was no

feat that he was able to attain the marrow refining level in such a short time. While he was gaining experience at the Dragon Fort, Zen felt a lot

there were many superb disciples at the Cloud Sect, the marrow

paid a visit to Hell Mountain to see Yan, he would find a way to be beaten to create more

to do so, he would spend some

on Zen's mind all

Zen off, along with

Martin's salary wasn't high, so, he brought some excellent bottles of wine to