Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

In contrast, Johanson had decided to kill Zen. And so, Zen had no scruples anymore!

In fact, Zen had been on his guard for Johanson's killing intent since the very beginning. And Zen could tell that Saint Zara and Saint Viana were behind all this. Nonetheless, he couldn't be sure. Therefore, he would not point it out in front of all the disciples of Cloud Sect as he had no evidence yet.

While keeping a lookout for Johanson, Zen also figured out what he was thinking. If Johanson wanted to have a prolonged tangle with Zen, Zen could do nothing about it.

However, now that Johanson was enraged by his one remark, Zen knew that despite his great power, he was not a very skilled assassin. And that was why Zen just flopped onto the ground and said offensive things that would lead the disciples of Cloud Sect to provoke Johanson further.

As Johanson felt that Zen had blocked his soul attack, his expression changed!

He came to realize that he had made a huge mistake!

'The soul attack of Zen that Vale just described is definitely one of his trump cards!

How can it be? How is it possible? His body is already formidably strong for a man at the second-grade of the nature level, but how can his soul be so tough as well? My soul attack didn't hurt him at all? Is he a human being?'

Just as Johanson was trying to rationalize his opponent's abilities, Zen had launched his counterattack, the Spiritual Thorn.

In an instant, the soul thorn pierced Johanson's brain. Johanson felt a powerful force assault his soul, and the pain caused nearly sent him into a coma.

to Zen's prior opponents, Johanson's performance

his soul was far stronger than

result, even though Johanson was in excruciating pain, he did not pass out. He might have lost the match on the spiritual level, but he still had his snake-shaped

penetrates Zen's body, there is

this moment, he saw the

Johanson snorted. 'He wants to repel my snake-shaped

sword was a fairy weapon!

being damaged, the heavenly essence it contained would disperse as time went by. The

flying knife in Zen's hand, Johanson assumed that it was, at best, as powerful as a low-grade spiritual

chance of stopping Johanson's snake-shaped short

weapons clashed, Johanson was

sword into the air. And Johanson's eyes widened when he saw that the clash left a distinct dent in the blade

caused by a right-angled collision of two flying blades. It was merely an outcome of the snake-shaped short sword

head-on, Johanson's snake-shaped

knife? How can it still be so powerful even when it's

place by the shock he felt, the broken flying knife soared toward his forehead. When Johanson realized what was happening, he was scared out of his wits. If

for survival suddenly surged inside Johanson. He leaned back to dodge the broken flying knife. The escape was narrow as the broken flying knife did scrape Johanson's forehead as it skimmed over his face. Fortunately, the

Johanson drew himself back, he hid among the