Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

He had triggered the explosion of his life vitality directly. Bob never imagined that the energy of the explosion would be so horrible, it even eliminated all his chilly water drops!

It was why Bob panicked. He wondered why Zen's life vitality was so powerful. The energy of the little stars in Zen's life vitality was so great that Bob's heart trembled.

However, as a master at consummation of the nature level, Bob's mind had already tampered in various kinds of situations in the process of cultivating from a beginner to such a high level.

He realized that besides keeping himself calm, he should counterattack his opponents immediately.

After sensing Zen's location, Bob waved his sword to him. He waved so hard that the sword, which was as thin as a cicada's wings, was almost bent to its breaking point. Then, tens of thousands of chilly water drops suddenly shot out.

'Anyhow, these water droplets should be able to hold off Zen's attack, ' Bob thought to himself.

However, he had gravely underestimated Zen's speed.

In fact, Zen had not dodged those water droplets, not because he could not deflect any of them, but that he just did not try.

Since the situation was quite different at this instant, he tried his best to suppress Bob.

The Phoenix Crystal in his right arm suddenly gleamed. The energy coursed through his veins and then spread all over his body.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, Zen turned into a blur. Like a gust of wind, he dispersed those chilly water drops from the sky covered by them.

returned. When they saw Zen had turned into a

not help but cry out.

he could

He placed his sword in front of his chest horizontally and

of wind coming from above his head, and then

of Bob, Zen aimed at Bob's

want to grab my sword with bare

and shouted, "You're dicing with

sword in Bob's hand was a middle-grade spiritual weapon. As it was made of the 'Polaris

family before. After being burnt to red

it would have broken soon after the slightest touch. Only when it was made with the Polaris steel,

narrowly thin, it was much sharper than ordinary swords.

the young man grab my sword with his

Bob shook his arm hard and the sword vibrated

right hand forward lightly and pinched

Bob shouted

wondered why Zen could control his speed to such a degree. Sometimes fast, other times slow. The man's moves were so unpredictable! Although Zen pinched his sword blade, Bob did not worry about it.

face turned pale when he tried to withdraw his sword. In spite of the advantages he had, he still failed to

handle, whereas Zen was only pinching the sword blade with two fingers, it would have been much easier for him to apply force on the

while Zen had