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.

soon as he finished speaking, the ice crystal walls around Zen fell apart into several ice cakes

ice cold like a real cake. The water from it made his hand

completely ordinary but had been strong enough to resist James' sword

wouldn't have looked on with folded arms. 'Is this person an

another person had flashed into existence right in front of James and pressed his sword

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

if I were you, I wouldn't move!" The woodcutter lifted a black wood chopper, and on the edge there was a red light flashing

but when he looked at the wood chopper, a legend suddenly flashed into his mind and he shouted with

West Mount Woodcutter...

on the Shura

person cutting the firewood on the mountain as the

could be cut there. The only signs of life on the West Mount were demon soldiers and

West Mount Woodcutter had killed countless demons on that

had

home of the demons and almost at the entrance of their den, but Tyson had cultivated there for three years, without coming to any

had utilized the demon soldiers and generals as firewood and

demon soldiers and generals had

had stayed there for three years, but the demon kings had not been

heavy pressure. After the imperial army had lost several of their generals, their strength had melted away

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

then on, Tyson Shi had