Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

As the Monkey Spirit King glared at Sewell, he remembered what this cunning Snake Master had done to him in the Night View Island. After several painful, but unsuccessful attempts to wriggle his way out, Sewell was forcefully kneaded into a ball by the Monkey Spirit King along with several Holy Stones. As the Holy Stones lit up and erupted with Light of Annihilation, Sewell's body was reduced to ashes as he burned to death under the overwhelming heat...

Meanwhile, inside the stone hall, the battle between Zen and the irregular heavy sword continued on.

He had smashed the irregular heavy sword so many times that he lost count. As he continued his relentless attacks, he began to notice that the irregular heavy sword was taking longer intervals to recover compared to before.

When Zen smashed it once more, the green light that shone through the sword started to weaken as it got dimmer. Simultaneously, it took even longer to regenerate itself back to its complete form.

Crack!

This time, while the irregular heavy sword was in the middle of repairing itself, it was struck by Zen's fist again.

Before the crack could completely recover itself, it began to expand further as it spread across the sword.

Taking advantage of its vulnerability from having endured several blows, Zen threw in countless punches at the damaged sword. As a result, many cracks extended from the hilt of the sword before it finally gave in and broke into dozens of pieces.

Click, click, click...

As the irregular pieces fell to the ground, they scattered in all directions.

"I finally finished it..."

straight towards the black armor after sensing he had wasted too much time on this

they rose up to the air and floated in the space above him. Zen watched as the broken pieces gathered in one place and

it. When will this

a hint of impatience. With

this punch hit the blade, the irregular heavy sword suddenly became ethereal. Zen's fist penetrated through its shadow, while the irregular

Sizzle, sizzle, Sizzle...

sword. As the fog began to spread across the entire stone hall, it consumed all the light and continued to

armor, Kincaid remained

human had actually managed

wonder what had happened to

as powerful as him

was a product of many conflicting emotions welling up inside of him. On one hand, he was left speechless by Zen's actions and potential, but on the other hand, he sympathized with him.

entire life, ' Kincaid thought to himself. He

he had experienced, Kincaid had only wielded the Death Sword three times. The

would find themselves in a tough situation where they would be unstoppable and incapable

lasted for three seconds, before several horizontal and vertical streaks of green light bounced off each

as they would extend to infinite distances, outlining numerous

space just change? Are we no longer in the stone hall?" Zen couldn't help but blurt out his inner thoughts