Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave novel Chapter 314

He couldn't overthink the matter but just delayed his death. Just as he was about to go through from the side regardless of possibly getting injured, a voice suddenly ordered from his brain, "Bloke, stand still! I am here to help you!"

"Who is it?" Zen heard the voice but couldn't see the person who was speaking.

Instead of an answer, Zen found that the air around him was getting cold all of a sudden. Then countless ice crystals appeared and as soon as they showed up, they congealed with each other quickly to form a small ice wall.

They were all around him and in an instant, they had formed five walls in the five directions that Zen was being attacked from.

The sword energies immediately started trying to chop up the walls to pieces.

"Crack..."

The energies came chopping and five loud, simultaneous thuds were heard.

Zen was locked in the ice walls but could see clearly that the energies trying to cut through the ice walls had left several deep dents.

He breathed out deeply, but his chest was still heaving and trembling heavily.

It was too dangerous just now. If this powerful man had not helped him, he would probably have died with his body and his head landing in two spots at the same time.

The masters who had reached the Illuminating Soul Realm were really too powerful. He thought of his actions and realized that he was too much at risk in the fairy palace. If he hadn't met the array of Desperate Melee in the pavilion, he couldn't have stayed alive while fighting against the masters at the Illuminating Soul Realm.

"Alright. Bloke, come to the guest hall of Mo Mansion. Don't worry. I am here, and James won't dare to kill you!" His mystery savior casually told him.

As soon as he finished speaking, the ice crystal walls around Zen fell apart into several ice cakes beside Zen's feet.

Zen picked up one of the ice cakes and found that it was ice cold like a real cake. The water from it made his hand wet.

It looked completely ordinary but had been strong enough to resist James' sword energies. This person must be another master at the Illuminating Soul Realm.

When Zen had run away, he knew that Wurth just wouldn't have looked on with folded arms. 'Is this person an official of the Zhang Clan?'

Zen didn't know that when someone had released the ice crystal walls to save him, another person had flashed into existence right in front of James and pressed his sword tip.

The person was tall and big with a red face and thick hair all over his body. He looked like a woodcutter who had grown up in the mountains.

"Master Mo, if I were you, I wouldn't move!" The woodcutter lifted a black wood chopper, and on the edge there was a red light flashing continuously.

James didn't recognize the person, but when he looked at the wood chopper, a legend suddenly flashed into his mind and he shouted with a terrible expression, "You... You are West Mount Woodcutter!"

West Mount Woodcutter...

The West Mount was on the Shura Battlefield.

And the woodcutter was the person cutting the firewood on the mountain as the term suggested.