Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

Zen wore a grim expression, failing to see the attacks from both sides clearly.

Although the irregular heavy sword was able to protect him, Zen knew it would take a toll on it if it suffered attacks all the time.

"How are you able to make the sword block each strike?" Zen asked the ancestry-level bloodline, clenching the irregular heavy sword tightly. "The way the Snake Spirit King's body moves is unique, I can't understand it. I can't seem to predict his next move..."

There were two types of movement in the chaos: the first was to use explosive speed, and the other was to use spatial transference.

Any bodily movement skill or any space theurgy fell under these two kinds of movement, but it was possible for each one to differ, since anyone could use them differently.

However, the way the Snake Spirit King moved didn't seem to belong to either of the two types of movement.

Gritting his teeth, Zen attempted to use his spiritual sense to see if he could capture the Snake Spirit King's trajectory. Just moments earlier, Zen thought that the Snake Spirit King was going to attack him head on, but a split second later, he suddenly appeared behind Zen. Just when he felt the black blades slashing at his face, the next moment, they appeared above his head.

The Snake Spirit King seemed to exist in a special space outside Zen's comprehension, since all the attacks came at him at random. There was just no possible way for him to predict the Snake Spirit King's next move.

"But your sword can," the ancestry-level bloodline replied, reading his mind.

"My sword..."

Zen examined the irregular heavy sword closely.

He could vividly feel the sword's strong fighting intent-- in fact, the sword's emotions were so strong that even Zen felt like he was full of fighting intent.

The sword seemed to have fallen into a state of madness as it desperately chased after the Snake Spirit King.

Just as Zen was hesitating, Corbett, who was standing at the top of the altar, suddenly took a few steps forward.

"Master Corbett, what are you doing?" the Snake Goddess cried.

"I have to remind him," Corbett replied, his eyes trained on Zen in the distance. "Master Kincaid once said that the strength of this sword always matches that of its master."

"What do you mean?" the Primeval Lord of Heaven asked, his curiosity piqued.

"The stronger the warrior who holds the sword is, the greater the power of the sword," Corbett spoke, almost as though in a daze. "Master Kincaid was filled with regret many times, since he felt he was unable to bring out the sword's full potential."

"Master Kincaid didn't know how to use the sword? Why couldn't he use its full strength?" the Snake Goddess asked dubiously.

"No, Master Kincaid knew this sword very well," Corbett replied. "He said that he and this sword had become one, but he always thought the sword deserved someone better."

Master Kincaid didn't deserve this sword, even on his level of strength? What about the power of the

has tried, but he couldn't

Zen can!" the Snake Goddess said excitedly.

nodded. "But he doesn't completely control

for the irregular heavy sword. However, the

whole time, Zen was being helplessly dragged by the sword all throughout the battle.

should we do now?"

more steps forward. Standing at the edge of the stairs at the top of the altar, he shouted, "Zen, although Master Kincaid's sword has acknowledged you, you haven't really controlled

shot up in

the voice of

black blades flew towards Corbett.

Clatter, clatter, clatter...

blades to cut a hundred times. In the blink

Snake Spirit King

fast he moved was absolutely terrifying.

standing behind couldn't help but take a

stood still, his hands clasped behind his back.

they were in no condition to face the Snake Spirit King, and that trying to

Corbett was

where he left off, he started to shout again. "It's not what you think

book,

under his breath. His heartbeat quickened as he held the sword tightly. Perhaps he had underestimated the sword, maybe that was why the Snake

protect him, he fused his spiritual sense into the

Swoosh...

there, he saw a

dots surrounded the ball of light, and from

injected energy into the irregular heavy sword, the energy surged to the light dots following along the different

the light spots became incomparably bright after they obtained energy,

forty

hundred and forty...

over in his mind, his eyes suddenly lit up as

number of the types of energy in the

there were one hundred and forty types in the fifth-grade world, otherwise known as the

the fourth-grade world