Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

He couldn't overthink the matter but just delayed his death. Just as he was about to go through from the side regardless of possibly getting injured, a voice suddenly ordered from his brain, "Bloke, stand still! I am here to help you!"

"Who is it?" Zen heard the voice but couldn't see the person who was speaking.

Instead of an answer, Zen found that the air around him was getting cold all of a sudden. Then countless ice crystals appeared and as soon as they showed up, they congealed with each other quickly to form a small ice wall.

They were all around him and in an instant, they had formed five walls in the five directions that Zen was being attacked from.

The sword energies immediately started trying to chop up the walls to pieces.

"Crack..."

The energies came chopping and five loud, simultaneous thuds were heard.

Zen was locked in the ice walls but could see clearly that the energies trying to cut through the ice walls had left several deep dents.

He breathed out deeply, but his chest was still heaving and trembling heavily.

It was too dangerous just now. If this powerful man had not helped him, he would probably have died with his body and his head landing in two spots at the same time.

The masters who had reached the Illuminating Soul Realm were really too powerful. He thought of his actions and realized that he was too much at risk in the fairy palace. If he hadn't met the array of Desperate Melee in the pavilion, he couldn't have stayed alive while fighting against the masters at the Illuminating Soul Realm.

"Alright. Bloke, come to the guest hall of Mo Mansion. Don't worry. I am here, and James won't dare to kill you!" His mystery savior casually told him.

around Zen fell

ice cakes and found that it was ice cold like a real cake. The water from it made his hand

completely ordinary but had been strong enough to resist James' sword energies. This person must

that Wurth just wouldn't have looked on with folded

that when someone had released the ice crystal walls to save him, another

with a red face and thick hair all over

were you, I wouldn't move!" The woodcutter lifted a black wood chopper, and on the edge

chopper, a legend suddenly flashed into his mind and he shouted with a terrible expression, "You...

West Mount Woodcutter...

Mount was on the Shura Battlefield.

the firewood on the mountain as the

there were no trees on the West Mount, so no firewood could be cut there. The only signs of life on the West Mount were demon soldiers and

killed countless

had stayed on the West Mount

entrance of their den, but Tyson had cultivated there for

and generals as firewood and chopped them while he

soldiers and generals had been

demon kings had not been able to do

imperial army had lost several of their generals, their strength had melted away and they were in danger every time they faced

Tyson had cultivated on the West Mount and mercilessly killed demon soldiers and generals that demons' attack had been

on, Tyson Shi had