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.

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

seriously, "Viana, Zara, you old bastards, come

were all confused now.

referring to Saint Viana and Saint Zara, two of the ten

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

was happening,

Johanson just now was not really from

was undeniable that Johanson was a talent and rare to be seen in this century. With

beginner of the Illuminating Soul Ream, how could

the moment the purple light appeared, several elders

Johanson was the personal disciple of Saint Zara, while Zen, he was only a talented warrior of humble birth.

time—maybe too long. Those

the Cloud Sect was not a place the saints and elders stood to profit or provided for their retirement. The

also the reason why Kenneth seldom handled the affairs in the Cloud Sect. But he had to be present in the All Peaks Competition that took place every three years. Because

most eye-catching pearl that

had the hunch that if Zen was sent to the Cloud Hall where galaxy of talents from all regions gathered, his talent

the moment Kenneth noticed Zen's talent, he had kept watching every round that Zen joined with great interest. He had paid more attention to Zen than to those personal disciples

reasons was that Zen came from a

all kinds of resources available when they started. While Zen's family had not much at all. He couldn't

attack from the

as he was the leader, more importantly, it had actually

ghastly pale. They stumbled towards Kenneth, their calm,

its way to Saint Viana's face. In Saint Viana's eyes, Zen was a locust, a bug to be

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

were about to cheer, a roaring smashed the purple light from Saint Zara into pieces.

roaring,

that they were wrong, and they had made

side, not the elders, saints or Hall Chiefs. They had no reason to act against Saint Zara and

both forgot Kenneth.

a long time and he kept his hands out of the Cloud Sect's affairs.

impression that they could control everything in

of killing

"Your...Your honor..."

cringed and bowed down to