Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

Zen's current state had the Snake Spirit King confused as well.

His opponent had shifted from Zen to this sword, and as the sword dragged Zen to fight him, Zen clearly had become a burden to the sword.

This was good news for him as it meant that Zen was totally unable to fight back.

Even so, this irregular heavy sword was so sharp and fast that it was capable of keeping up with him and breaking his fierce attacks.

After all this time, he still could not defeat it. The Snake Spirit King was now growing impatient.

Seeing Zen's body turn black brought a grim expression to his face.

If a single sword was so difficult to deal with, how much more troublesome would Zen and the sword together be?

With this in mind, he launched another onslaught of fierce attacks!

Over ten thousand strikes were launched from his two black blades in a matter of only a few seconds!

To everyone else, the Snake Spirit King did not exist, nor were the black blades or the irregular heavy sword visible. Even Zen's hand clutching the sword could only be seen very faintly.

The clanging of the black blades and the heavy sword rang over ten thousand times, louder and harsher than before. It sounded as if someone was grinding a sword on marble.

"Clatter, clatter, clatter..."

Fortunately, the warriors present were all at the Eternal Realm or above. If they had been any weaker, hearing such sounds would have probably driven them insane.

The irregular heavy sword finally buckled under the immense pressure of the attacks and could no longer hold off all the Snake Spirit King's strikes.

Swoosh...

It failed to block one of the ten thousand slashes that came at Zen

and a black blade slammed ruthlessly into his heavy black armor.

"Crack!"

A thin crack surfaced across the armor over Zen's waist. It extended through the inner layer, allowing the blade to cut all the way through to his back!

"Zen was hit!"

"That sword... can it not withstand the attacks anymore?"

"Zen seems to have fallen into some sort of trance and can't wake up..."

be useless. He couldn't avoid the blade

of the Black House, the Joy

to decide the final result. As human spirits, they did all they could, which was

ten thousand more

more like a death sentence than anything else. Inevitably, the irregular heavy sword missed two of the

"Crack! Crack!"

Zen's right shoulder was

foot and a half long, almost splitting Zen's body

warrior would have been sliced by such a strike. Fortunately, the ancestry-level bloodline had strengthened Zen's body greatly and so he felt close

"Buzz..."

bloodline

gushed out of the wound, madly repairing it as

a great amount of life energy contained powerful repairing ability, enough to almost bring a dead person back to life. However, Zen's body was so strong and sturdy that it would take a lot more than usual. This made

Three seconds later...

launched another ten

heavy irregular sword was able to resist nine thousand nine hundred

"Crack! Crack!"

black

next round

strikes once

everyone on the alter skipped a beat.

What should we do? That sword

going to

keeps taking hits like this he

"Shall we help?"

suggested Hamilton.

bitterly and shook his head, "How could we help

see the Snake Spirit

was so fast, that to them Zen was fighting

of

Monkey Masters had already rushed down while Hamilton was still

were hit by hundreds of strikes. They were all cut into inch-thin pieces that floated in the wind. It

were used to execute the attack

still had most of his attention focused on Zen when he had sliced the Monkey Masters. He had been distracted for a moment and could not break through the defense of the irregular

ten thousand strikes then slashed

was ripped to shreds and more and more horrific and fatal wounds appeared on

energy covered his entire body as he was

"Go to hell!"