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 apart into several ice cakes beside

up one of the ice cakes and found that it was ice cold like a real

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

run away, he knew that Wurth just wouldn't have looked on with folded arms. 'Is this person an official of the

didn't know that when someone had released the ice crystal walls to save him, another person had flashed

was tall and big with a red face and thick hair all over his body. He looked like

if I were you, I wouldn't move!" The woodcutter lifted a black wood chopper,

he looked at the wood chopper, a legend suddenly flashed into his mind and he

West Mount Woodcutter...

was on the Shura

firewood on the mountain as the term

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

had killed countless demons on that mountain.

he had stayed on the West Mount

near the home of the demons and almost at the entrance of their den, but Tyson

utilized the demon soldiers and generals as firewood and chopped them while

and generals had been killed

the demon kings had not been able

had lost several of their generals, their strength had melted away and they

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

had received a