Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

The growl pierced through the thin air and came loud and clear to everyone's ears. Hundreds of thousands of disciples, including the disciples who had received punishments at the Hell Mountain, and the inner disciples and outer disciples from the thirty-three peaks, felt the sound ringing in their ears at the same time.

"Who is that? Who made that horrible sound?"

"It's coming from the foot of the mountain. But why is it still so loud after traveling all this way? Is it a human sound?"

At that moment, the faces of many outer disciples turned ghastly pale. In their mind, the person who could roar that loudly must be someone out of legend.

The disciples from the thirty-three peaks were shocked into silence, and one could imagine how terrified the disciples around the arena were.

But the sound grew ever louder, this time it reached critical mass. The force of it knocked many disciples and even some masters down to the ground.

Only a few people could withstand it, like Rocher, Wing, and a few personal disciples. But their faces were all pale. Obviously, it cost them much life vitality to resist the horrible sound wave.

In fact, the sound wave was actually a form of highly condensed energy. Ninety-nine percent of the sound wave condensed into a bright yellow ripple, rushing directly into the arena and breaking the purple light into pieces.

At the same time, Johanson, who hid in the black shadow, stumbled and fell out from his hiding place. He was near the bright yellow ripple, and it was a devastating attack. Right now, his face was as pale as a piece of white paper. After he fell, he spat a mouthful of blood.

The sound wave was well aimed. It came precisely to its target without missing an inch. It suddenly disappeared after it smashed the purple light in front of Zen.

Zen was also affected by the force emitted from the sound wave, but not that seriously.

'Obviously, the shout is meant to stop the contest. But who did that? That thing is incredibly strong...' Zen thought. Shocked as Zen was, he felt fortunate that the sound wave wasn't aimed at him. If the sound wave just came at him, he would have been shredded by it.

In a short while, a middle-aged man appeared out of thin air, at first transparent, then very real, floating in the air. It was the leader of the Cloud Sect—Kenneth.

He was followed by Elder Xu.

"It is probably the leader who roared that way."

"It's incredible. The roaring of the leader just saved Zen! But why did the leader help him?"

"Is this the real strength of the leader? It's stunning. If he hadn't gathered the sound and focused it that way, everyone would have died from it!"

At this time, the referees and the several elders all pressed their hands together and bowed to Kenneth, "Sir!"

Zen raised his head and looked at Kenneth. He stood there silently, myriad feelings beginning to stir in him.

of the martial arts is indeed powerful beyond imagining. But when can I

and then he said seriously, "Viana, Zara, you old bastards, come

all confused now.

and Zara? Was he referring to Saint Viana and Saint Zara, two of the ten great

the leader roar just because of them? Most of the disciples couldn't understand why the battle had anything to

figure out what was happening, some Hall Chiefs and the

released by Johanson just now was not really

to be seen in this century. With his family's help, he also had very good chances at a

beginner of the Illuminating Soul Ream, how

the purple light appeared, several elders already saw

keep drama at a minimum. Although it violated the rules of the competition to cheat, Johanson was the personal disciple of Saint Zara, while Zen, he was only a talented warrior of humble birth. Who would take the risk to speak for

long time—maybe too long. Those saints and elders had already forgotten the original reason why the

holy place for martial arts in the Eastern Region, the Cloud Sect was not a place the saints and elders stood to profit or provided for their retirement. The purpose of the Cloud Sect was to look

Competition that took place every

that he had

Cloud Hall where galaxy of talents

with great interest. He had paid more attention to

reasons was that Zen came from a humble family.

also from a humble background. He knew many of those personal disciples had all kinds of resources available when they started. While Zen's family had not much at all. He couldn't afford the best teachers, the fancy equipment. The

fatal attack from the saints of the Cloud Sect in full view of

as he was the leader, more

ghastly pale. They stumbled towards Kenneth, their calm, sage-like manner

attack almost succeeded, and a smug smile already found its way to Saint Viana's face. In Saint Viana's eyes, Zen was a

strength Zen hid inside himself, there was no way he could

just they were about to cheer, a roaring smashed the

roaring, their hearts trembled vehemently.

wrong, and they had made a

was true that no one would take Zen's side, not the elders, saints or Hall Chiefs. They had no reason to act against Saint Zara and Saint Viana in order to

they both forgot Kenneth.

a long time and he kept his

Saint Zara and Saint Viana the false impression

plan of killing

"Your...Your honor..."

cringed and bowed