Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

Stanley's threads spread out like a spider's web. It was called Skynet.

Usually, during the fight, Stanley would try to force his opponent into the net. Once his prey was in the net, he would be shredded by Skynet's gold threads.

It would be a ghastly, bloody scene. So, Stanley hadn't tried this weapon in his previous fights. But now, he was facing a master's personal disciple. This was no time to hold back. He had to move very carefully. One wrong step and Stanley could be the one lying on the ground.

Stanley knew there was still a chance that Jacques would find a way to deal with Skynet. But Jacques seemed overconfident as he didn't even try to dodge it. Stanley's eyes widened when he saw Jacques walking into the net. It was almost impossible to crack Skynet from the inside.

'The fish is on the hook, ' Stanley thought. What choice did he have but to pull the thread thankfully? A cold smile danced on Stanley's lips. Men who had underestimated him paid for their ego with blood. Jacques might be smart and talented, but that wouldn't change the outcome of walking into the net. His ego would be his downfall. Stanley would see to it that Jacques shed more blood for this.

He dragged his thoughts back to the present and pulled his fan lightly. Then one of the gold threads moved, and the other threads moved with it. All the threads weaved in a special way. And now, they were rippling and twisting as they combined into a vast net. When ready, the net pounced in Jacques's direction.

The crowd tensed, and their faces grew grim at the scene.

The gold thread was as thin as a hair but as sharp as a steel sword. It could easily slice through a person's bone!

"My Skynet can cut through a spiritual weapon, let alone fragile flesh and bones of a human body. I know you have spent three years on your refining. But Jacques, you are dreaming if you think you can withstand my Skynet." As the Skynet inched closer and closer, space left for Jacques dwindled.

At first, Jacques walked over slowly. Then, he stopped and casually glanced at Stanley. To Stanley's surprise, Jacques was smiling.

There were so many emotions in Jacques' smile—scorn, contempt, indifference, and fearlessness.

Suddenly bloody mist exploded from his body. A second later, the mist turned into white bones. Layer upon layer of bones enclosed his arms, knees, and chest. It was a suit of armor made of white bones!

Something cold and sinister lurked inside those sleek white-jade-like bones, from which a dark aura emanated into the field. The sight sent a shiver down Stanley's back. For a short second, he felt like he wasn't facing Jacques but some ancient evil deity.

"Evil skill!" Stanley shouted. His expression changed as he sensed the dark aura from Jacques. He had never expected that Jacques would study evil skills.

"It's true. It's truly an evil skill! He has the smell of blood and death. I can feel it from here. I never thought Jacques would take this path."

"It is not an easy path. But if you are determined, the rewards are great. Evil refiners are much stronger than normal refiners."

were handed down from ancient times. All the methods and theories had been devised in recent history. Refiners who studied these skills were very

example, the infamous evil skill, Blood Devil, would require the refiner to kill hundreds of thousands of creatures and build a pool with their blood. The refiner would

were killed in the process of building the blood pool. Not only did the creatures suffer, but the refiners were also hurt as they needed to replace their blood with the blood in the pool. Blood exchange was safe when using the same type of blood, like a family member's blood. But inside the pool was a concoction of blood from humans, animals, and supernatural beasts. The exchange was painful. And the

Sect didn't ban evil skills. But killing for practicing evil skills was forbidden in the sect. Of course, some refiners studied evil skills secretly. In the process, if they broke the rules, they kept their actions a secret. The sect

an elder. The elder had been refining there. It seemed to Jacques that something went wrong with the elder's

The crowd was startled. They could not understand why Jacques, an extraordinary refiner, would learn evil

soon realized the reason.

skill was more powerful than they

form in the blink of an eye. As soon

"Pa!"

slashed Jacques's elbow and broke at the touch of his armor. The razor-sharp thread

Pa! Pa!

Soon, half the threads of Skynet broke at his charge. The sound of threads breaking was more like someone plucking at strings.

breath of the cool air. How was this possible?

better than Stanley. He had tested it himself. It cut right through a medium-grade spiritual weapon and left a deep cut on a top-grade one. Now, it seemed incapable of harming

from life vitality. How could it have the hardness of a fairy weapon?

going mad. Automatically, he retreated. No disciple who was in the contest would concede defeat without a proper fight. They didn't come this far to lose.

When Jacques reached the second-grade of the nature level, he had the power and speed of practitioners at the peak of the nature level. Now, Jacques had entered the Illuminating Soul Realm. To top

"Splash!"

gold threads appeared from his gold fan. At the same time, he leaped and

Illuminating Soul Realm experts could fly. But Stanley was only a newcomer in this realm, and he didn't specialize in wind life

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"

laid out more

him so many victories. It seemed to Stanley that Skynet was invincible. But now he felt horribly powerless. It was as though his long-prepared killer weapon was only a child's toy

Stanley flying. Another mass of bloody mist burst out behind

the white-bone-armored Jacques shot up into the sky

to fly. Since newcomers' foundation was still unstable, their flight wasn't exactly fluid. But with his bone wings, Jacques gained a great advantage