Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave novel Chapter 133

Pushing himself to run faster, Zen raced uphill more alert than ever.

Several people pursued close behind, intent on capturing Zen.

Wanting to block Zen's path, one of his stalkers took a detour, at a stunning speed.

"Ha ha! Someone, like you, at the marrow refining level, from the Cloud Sect provides perfect amusement for us!" The robust man in his thirties had a sturdy looking face, his skin tone was dark, and his eyes looked menacing, "Out of my way!" warned Zen in a sharp voice, while he was calm and collected, ready to land a fatal blow on the man, who was supposedly at the nature level.

The man's voice dripped with cynicism as he said, "You are at my mercy! If it suits my wishes, you will lose your life right now at my command, in Hell Mountain."

As their leader dealt with Zen, the man's companions stopped to watch.

"Last warning, move aside or die where you stand!" threatened Zen.

Feeling superior to Zen, the man dismissed the warning.

Extending his large, black hands, the man attempted to grasp Zen.

If he fell victim to this man, Zen would suffer greatly!

In a flash, Zen used his soul to form a thorn as his opponent bore down on him.

"Spiritual thorn strike!"

As the weapon struck the man, he cried out in excruciating pain.

As his scream rang out, Zen hurled the broken flying knife at the man.

"Zing!"

"Slli-shh!"

Like a dart, the sharp weapon shot through the air, and struck the target. The knife punctured his chest, exiting his back and stuck in the rock behind him.

Then Zen pulled, bringing his lethal weapon swinging back.

Zen destroyed his enemy with a single clean thrust, not leaving a drop of blood on his blade.

His weapon returned to his hand, and Zen glared at the remaining pursuers before climbing uphill.

As a nature creature, the man died wondering how he'd been humbled or beaten by Zen, especially considering that Zen was only at the marrow refining level.

Actually, the man lacked any defenses which resulted in his defeat. If he had regarded Zen as a threat, he wouldn't have been defeated so miserably.

At the sight of their fallen leader, the remaining attackers were too cowardly to give chase to Zen.

They decided Zen was a formidable opponent.

On second thought, they turned tail and ran.

Smirking at their cowardice, Zen resumed his climb until he reached the mountain, where the buildings were constructed of black rock, most of which were shabby, and neglected, giving them an oppressive sense.

Inside the buildings, Zen found many people sitting, reclining, meditating and some were mumbling respectively.

Despite being exiled to Hell Mountain, they applied themselves to refining their martial arts skills and paid no attention to Zen's arrival.

Sauntering, Zen glanced carefully and deliberately at each person...

High up on the zenith of Hell Mountain, the waves of the lava flowing bubbled, and there was an overwhelming heat that rose from the abyss.

A platform loomed out over the ravine

and sitting on the precarious edge was a young girl dressed in pink, fearlessly swinging her slim legs, despite the dizzying height.

Her brows arched elegantly, her beauty was unsurpassed, and her increasing loneliness mirrored the look in her haunted gaze.