Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave novel Chapter 306

Zen pulled the spear out, swinging it at Yates's head dangerously as he stepped forward.

The latter, however, was completely dumbfounded. He stood in shock and forgot to defend himself. All his arrogance, his resolve, and his confidence melted before Zen.

But suddenly, just as the spear was about to slam into Yates, a surge of blue vitality contorted into a protective shield, standing erect before him.

The spear hit the blue shield heavily with a clang.

The shield was so strong that it did not crack, instead, its strong counter-force had the spear shooting back to Zen.

Zen moved aside to avoid the spear and immediately took advantage of the counter-force to throw the weapon at the shield once again.

Clang, clang, clang!

The spear hit the shield seven or eight times in a row, but its blue surface did not crack. Zen tossed the weapon to the ground as his lips twisted into an unruffled smirk. His eyes shot to the man behind Yates.

The man behind Yates, responsible for blocking Zen's attack, was James Mo—Yates's father.

"Kid, you've already one-upped my son. Why do you keep attacking him?" James's voice was as frosty as ice.

Admittedly, James admired Zen a lot, for he possessed a strength far beyond the first grade of nature level that he belonged to. In the future, Zen would continue to progress leaps and bounds, and perhaps no one would be able to stop his rise.

However, he was also on Nory's side, which meant that he was James's enemy. James could not let Zen have his way.

"Why not? All his attacks against me were lethal to my life, so why can't I attack him in return? As a father, you have let your son so loose that he has become vicious to others! How do you still have the face to blame me? It's laughable!" Zen's words were derisive, and a lop-sided smile rested on his lips.

James flushed with embarrassments. How dared Zen insult the Mo family in front of so many guests?

They might not be big names, and most of them were not even refiners, but they had a reputation and entertained close relationships with the Mo clan.

James clenched his jaw in rage. He was a master of the Illuminating Soul Realm. He would not just stand here and be called names by a boy who was only at the first grade of nature level!

"It's none of your business how I educate my son! How dare you run amok in my own house! My son hasn't done anything to you." As an elder, James tried to sound reasonable and wise, but his tone betrayed his anger. Deep inside, he couldn't wait to get his hands on the flippant young man.

"He hasn't done anything? And I'm the one troubling people? You are ridiculous. I came to this gathering because I was invited by my friend, Nory. How is that running amok? It's your son who has been looking to find trouble with Nory from the beginning. And you! You took Nory's heirloom and refused to return it to him. You're the head of your clan, so isn't it you who is running amok by condoning that kind of behavior?" Zen snapped at him sharply, his nostrils flaring with anger.

Nory gaped at Zen. Listening to his friend defend him, his heart soared. He was lucky he could count Zen as a buddy.

Nory almost burst into tears before the audience.

Who had a spine? Zen did!

Even while facing a master of the Illuminating Soul Realm, he never yielded.

Nory had endured the slights of the Mo clan for years. Finally, it was Zen who had relayed his troubles before them.

As that thought came to him, Nory took two steps forward. He yelled, "Uncle James! Several years ago, you told me that my father was shot to death by a number of arrows, but that you didn't witness his death. How is it then that the blood jade bracelet, strangely appeared on your hand? What all have you been hiding from me? Is it you who is my father's killer?"

Ever since Nory saw the blood jade bracelet, he had been prevailed by that notion.

Before that, he had never suspected anything Uncle James said.

But Uncle James did imply that he was not with Nory's father when the latter died. So how could the bracelet be in his possession?

Why did Uncle James lie?

If he didn't kill his father, why would he need to hide the truth?

James was several decades old and knew well how to handle such a situation. A crafty sneer emerged on his face. "Nory, I can't answer that, but you can go to your father's tomb and ask him how he died!"

"Fine, let's accept that you can't give me an answer. But why did you have the blood jade bracelet with you?" Nory pressed him impatiently.

James realized that he could no longer avoid the question regarding the bracelet.

However, he had no plans of answering it. He gazed at Nory coldly. "Such a brat! I've been nothing but good to you, and is this how you repay me?"

"Good to me?" Nory revealed a bitter smile, "Haha, James, I'm young and cowardly. You knew that and took advantage of it. But did you stop to think that I'm not a fool? As the eldest son of the Mo clan, when was I ever treated the way Yates was? There is no servant in this house who shows an iota of respect to me! If you were good to me, how would they dare behave that way? It's all at your behest! You want to force me out of the Mo clan—"

"You spoiled wretch! Hold your tongue! I'm going to give you the lesson your father would have wanted to teach you!" James interrupted Nory, refusing to let him give voice to his suspicions. He swept a hand and his blue life vitality transformed into a long, blue sword in his hand.

Even before the sword could take its shape, he had it already brandished at Nory.

Did he really want to teach Nory a lesson? No! He was going to take his life away!

A majority of the members of the Mo clan had assembled here for the party.

But no one dared to stand up for Nory and say something to bring a stop to James's intentions.