Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave novel Chapter 397

Most of the disciples of Cloud Sect knew little about heaven and earth, much less the mysteries of the sword intent and other forms of the martial arts.

The questions ranged in complexity. What exactly did sword intent mean? How was it structured? The sword intent was a different kind of mastery altogether. It was difficult to understand and imagine, otherwise, it would not have been arduous to practice it.

The disciples did not understand heaven and earth.

However, most of them were nature creatures, and a few were already into the Illuminating Soul Realm. So, they understood the transformation of life vitality well enough.

After entering the nature level, a person could gather life vitality in his belly. Then through contemplation, he could transform it into various elements.

As long as imagination was present, life vitality could metamorphose into anything.

For instance, Dick turned his life vitality into dark ink, to be used to write with his brush.

Some others converted life vitality into daggers and broadswords. A person could even morph it into a house for people to live in.

The six demonic phantoms that emerged out of Zen's life vitality didn't seem too astonishing of a feat at the beginning of the battle. Most in the audience felt that Zen's phantoms didn't compare with Dick's thirteen mighty words.

A single glance at the thirteen words was enough to sense their killing intent. Zen was only at the second stage of the nature level. How could his six demonic phantoms defend themselves against the attacks of the array of thirteen kills?

However, the crowd was soon stunned by what unfolded before them. A lone demonic phantom managed to successfully block the attack of the array of thirteen kills. Not only that, it broke three kill songs of the array in one blow.

Unbelievable!

A single formation of the demonic phantom had as much strength as that of a fairy weapon. What was even more sensational was that the demonic phantom could return to its original state right after getting smashed to smithereens.

"His life vitality transformed into an entity, which condensed to its original state right after getting smashed to pieces. This… is unbelievable!" a voice called out.

"Heavens!" someone else exclaimed. "Zen has a lot of power in him. How are those phantoms so strong too? Is this guy truly only at the second stage of the nature level?"

"I've said before that Zen must have his own trump card. Just because his cultivation level is too low, nobody bothers to investigate him. Otherwise, everyone would be on their toes when fighting against him!"

"Whether or not he has a trump card is not the issue. But his power is far too unusual! The entity formed from his life vitality can return to its original state after getting demolished to pieces. Who has ever heard of that? It's certainly my first time seeing anything like this, ever since I became a nature creature!"

For a while, the comments flew back and forth.

In the area for Skytop Peak, two tall men stood upright at the front of the line, gazing at the battlefield with indifference.

One of them was named Sheeny Wu, and the other was Wing Xie. The two were known to be the anchors of stability within the peak, the very foundations because of which Skytop Peak ranked first among the thirty-three peaks at Cloud Sect.

Three years ago, they had participated in the All Peaks Competition for the very first time and won the seventh and twelfth place respectively. This time, they wanted to reach to the top. Neither of them had lost a round so far in the group games.

Skytop Peak was indeed an abode for some of the most powerful disciples. They not only had two very talented students, Sheeny and Wing, but also Rocher, who was the best among the elite. Each of them was comparable to the personal disciples guided by the masters. Most people thought that Skytop Peak would rank first among the thirty-three peaks in Cloud Sect this year.

Sheeny had an ordinary appearance, but he always wore a faint smile. Talking to him, one could never guess what he was thinking. At the moment, he turned to Rocher and said, "Rocher, what do you think?"

Rocher's eyebrows were furrowed as he stared at Zen, who was immersed in fighting on the battlefield. Mystified, he shook his head and replied, "I can't understand. It seems he has practiced higher levels of cultivation. I myself have not done such things."

Sheeny turned to throw Wing a questioning glance.