Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

At Cloud Sect, Kenneth bore the most power. If Kane, who had an astonishing amount of talent, didn't take over the reins of the Burning Sky Palace in the Imperial Capital, the head of the Cloud Sect would dominate the entire Eastern Region.

The vice leader held the second highest amount of power. The elders were next in the hierarchy, followed by the saints.

In truth, the power that a saint was granted depended a lot on his age. If their talents weren't good enough, they would remain stuck at the Cloud Sect. The exalted Cloud Hall had no interest in admitting those of mediocre talent.

In the past, Zen had had conflicts with the saints. At the court trial that day, it was Saint Zara who had conducted the trial on him.

Naturally, Zen was more alert now, knowing that his opponent was Saint Zara's disciple.

Johanson didn't wear the purple robe of the personal disciple. Instead, he had donned a solid black coat. He was dark-skinned and thin, and he stood opposite Zen like a weak child, with no apparent momentum emanating from his person.

If the crowd didn't know that he was, in fact, Johanson, they would dismiss him as a frail student on appearance alone. The inconspicuous boy did not look like the top disciple of Cloud Sect that he was.

Everybody had the momentum. For instance, a child had a childish momentum, a general had an executioner's momentum, while a scholar had a civilized momentum. The momentum was on display for everyone at any given space or time. The momentum of the ordinary, however, was not as eye-catching as that of the warrior.

It depended on the human's blood and vitality. After cultivation, warriors usually showed signs of bearing stronger vitality than ordinary people. They could be as tough as bulls, and thus exuded stronger momentum.

But Johanson could restrain his momentum. Apparently, he knew the secret to conceal it.

Stepping on the competition field, Zen summoned life vitality to his body. He was not afraid of those who appeared to be tough outwardly, but were timid inside, such as Vale. Zen could see through Vale immediately. But this Johanson... he appeared to be a mystery.

Just as the referee declared the battle open, Johanson laughed, the voice hollow and strange. Without another word, he began the fight.

Black life vitality spread across his body continually, flowing behind him like ribbons of broken fabric as he moved. Floating in the air, he looked like a ghost.

As Johanson flew around Zen, the black shadows remained behind, still in mid-air. The shadows were different from Zen's demonic phantoms which acted like silhouettes. The black shadows, on the other hand, were similar to Johanson's own body, as if each of them was a duplicated figure of him.

'The life vitality avatar has donned the shape of his body. The cultivation method he has practiced seems to be either of illusion or assassination, ' Zen reflected, realizing that he knew what Johanson intended to do. The black shadows on the competition field blended in with his black coat with ease and could act as his shield when required. Johanson wanted to bend the atmosphere of the battlefield to his favor.

Zen fixed his attention on Johanson, not betraying his emotions. He didn't dare relax. Johanson was certainly aware of Zen's gaze on him. His movements were languid as he arranged the black shadows. The more black shadows on the competition field, the more chaos there would be. The scenario would work to his advantage.

After a while, Johanson sped up. His figure disappeared from the competition field, finally escaping Zen's attention.

black shadows floating one after

of assassination attack, Zen did not have an answer. Johanson had concealed all of himself. Zen had to

would Johanson give him that opportunity?

He had already targeted Zen, but didn't spread the killing intent as of

most warriors, he mainly practiced the assassinating

Group in the Eastern Region. It was said that the headquarters of the group was on the other side of the continent, and that the Shadow Group in the Eastern Region

a small branch, it had made praiseworthy achievements in the history of the Eastern Region.

three of the Burning Sky

were specialized in assassinating. They had the confidence

the top seven noble clans. No emperor or powerful man wished to live in the

Burning Sky Empire joined hands with the Cloud Sect and the top seven noble clans to slaughter the Shadow Group. The group of

during this period in the Eastern Region, a

others of his age. These

he could compete with the young talents belonging to the same sect and tribe as him. The Cloud

first time to fight in the All Peaks Competition. But, he had watched each round of battles keenly and made mental notes of the varieties

by Zen, who was currently only at grade two of the nature level, had surprised Johanson. It seemed that the boy had talent not inferior to his. Zen had such rare power at a lower level. If he stepped into the Illuminating Soul Realm someday,

shrinking into a corner on the sidelines, his master, Saint Zara, suddenly informed him to prepare for battle, his opponent

you must kill Zen, but

of any other, nor afraid to fight an exceptional talent. Only after he had successfully fought another genius would he prove his outstanding skills. Even before, he had

master wanted him to

notion that the fist was blind. A few disciples were killed in accidents at the All Peaks Competition every

dared to kill an opponent on

killing a genius made him smile inwardly, and he

he would kill Zen

and struggled in vain, see the fear take over his face before he died of

shadows were his shadow killing array, a network of traps set up

Johanson unhappy. Being trapped, Zen should be fearful. At the very least, he should show

alarm on Zen's face. On the contrary, Zen looked calm and tranquil, as if he wasn't aware that he had been taken as

was not amusing in the

it necessary to pressurize him even more.