Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

The Bird Masters, the Monkey Masters, and the human spirits all stared at the humanoid figure in astonishment.

His words, combined with the oppressive aura emanating from him, shocked them greatly.

What were the so-called Cinnabar race and the Fostering race?

Were they truly a hundred times stronger than the Four Spirits Sect?

And what was the Sacred Spirit race?

Could they really be ten thousand times stronger than the Four Spirits Sect?

There were existences even more powerful than the Sacred Spirit race?

What worlds was this humanoid creature talking about?

All these questions buzzed in their minds as they tried to wrap their heads around everything the humanoid creature talked about. Among everyone present, Corbett seemed to be the calmest.

Eyeing the humanoid creature warily, he asked, "The Stellar World... Are you talking about the Deep Space?"

The Four Spirits Sect had referred to the world above the main world as the Deep Space. However, Kincaid once mentioned that the Deep Space had a specific name—the "Stellar World", he called it. Only very few people knew of this name.

"What do you think?" the humanoid creature retorted indifferently.

"The World of No Limits... And the Boundless Divine World... Their grades are higher than the Deep Space's?" Corbett queried further.

"I have already downgraded those worlds," the humanoid creature declared proudly.

Zen stared at the humanoid creature incredulously. "Why did you do that? What does the downgrading mean to you?"

The humanoid creature laughed sinisterly. "You don't need to know that. The only thing you need to do is give me the sword. Once I downgrade this world to the third grade, I'll let you live... Maybe I'll even let the human race rule the Lower Extreme World."

This Lower Extreme World he referred to was actually the chaos.

Zen's eyes lit up with interest at the humanoid creature's offer.

"What do you think?" the humanoid creature asked, noticing Zen's sparked interest.

actually sounded like

original goal was to revive the human race.

the Lower Extreme World, you continue to downgrade it to the second grade," Zen said slowly. "Then, I'd become your puppet,

you refuse, I'll just kill you, along with your race,"

Goddess, and the others who were listening to their exchange all felt their chests

usually valiant Monkey Masters had fallen silent, caution written

grim. This humanoid creature was so powerful that it was simply impossible

seemed that Zen's only choice was

everyone's surprise, Zen just smiled calmly. "What makes you think you're strong enough

words shocked everyone numb.

extremely powerful now and had killed the Snake Spirit King twice, it would be

made Zen so confident?

why did you leave this sword in the altar for so long? Why did you have to use

World wasn't completely downgraded. Now, the remains of the starry sky are still floating above the main world. You were also unable

your ultimate goal. If I give you the sword, you will continue to downgrade

you take me for?

spoke, he gradually raised his sword, and the energy in the cracks on the blade slowly began

an

the ancestry-level bloodline had forgotten a lot of important memories, Zen had gradually figured out that this humanoid creature in front of him was

if the worlds hadn't been downgraded so many times, there wouldn't be the Four Spirits Sect, the chaos, the human race, or Zen, for that matter.

creature's voice finally revealed a trace of anger, and his eyes flashed

and black materials splattered out like ebony ink on white paper. A terrifying energy emanated from

out in pain. He plummeted rapidly towards the ground, like a falling

Boom!

the humanoid creature

Splash!

that only he and Zen could see suddenly enveloped Zen.

space that belonged to the Probability Extreme

Form and the Flame Extreme Form given to Zen had not yet been

himself into a thousand figures. The figures all jumped up at the same time, each brandishing their irregular heavy sword. Green flames erupted from the tips of the blades, whirling like tornadoes

Clatter! Clatter! Clatter!

monster, constantly devouring the black cloud that tried to envelop

devoured. Then, Zen brandished his irregular heavy sword and thrust it at the humanoid creature.