Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

Warriors would howl at the very mention of the phrase "powerful momentum". It was a term which included both power and momentum, and that, in simple terms, meant immense amounts of force or strength. The warriors with the strong martial arts skills could perform this powerful momentum to the extreme, and it alone could be used to suppress or even attack his/her opponents.

But one needed to keep in mind that "strong" and "weak" were not absolute concepts but a relative comparison. Although the momentum contained in the flood dragon had been extremely strong, it still had a hard time affecting and threatening people like Elder Xu. This was because Xu was formidably stronger than Jacques! Therefore, it was reasonable to venture the guess that such strong momentum could not have been launched by Jacques.

Whoever launched it forth would soon be found out. The more pressing matter on hand was that Elder Xu, first ranker among all the elders of the Cloud Sect, only weaker than the head and vice head of Cloud Sect, was not the only one feeling threatened just now.

If even he had been affected, then it was not surprising that the situation of people less powerful than him would clearly have been worse.

The referee in charge of the match between Zen and Jacques had seen sense a long while back, as he had run out and was now standing at a place he believed to be safe before Jacques took out the bone spear.

The referee wasn't weak by any means. But the battle had spread out far too wide for it to be measurable by common sense and common level. The referee was not a fool. He knew exactly that even being involved in the aftermath of this match would end badly for him and therefore, he had no desire to stay any close.

But even with his foresight, he did suffer quite a blow due to the aftermath.

the dragon was so intense that its voice felt like a sledgehammer repeatedly hitting on his head. He felt a loud humming voice in

been standing the closest to the ring at the time of the match,

disciples watching the match were in no better situation than he

on the other hand, were from a variety of levels, with many of them at the consummation grade of natural level. Worse, some of them hadn't even reached that point yet and therefore, were

by a horde of formidable enemies. He had exercised his skills to force out all his life vitality, and made it pour out like a waterfall. This had let him strengthen the light curtain that was protecting the audience, though it wasn't going to protect

on his bark-like hands all disappeared when it infiltrated slowly into his arms. As a result, his hands now looked white and

it could rejuvenate him and protect him as well as many others. To be honest, instead of being scared, he was kind of depressed, and even found the whole affair annoying, albeit a bit funny. A match between two junior disciples, Zen and Jacques, had made him react as if he was being threatened by formidable enemies. That was kind of embarrassing

mind, but he still had to take it seriously. If he didn't handle the power gushing forth from the dragon roar in a careful way, there were extreme risks involved to

curtain formed by his life vitality immediately surrounded the periphery of

was not a means of direct attack, but a spiritual force. It could not be contained physically. The green light curtain formed by Elder Xu could not directly block it, and all it did was greatly weaken its power. All due respect

as they heard

the 33 peaks with strength extending far deep into the Illuminating Soul Realm, looked pale and had to