Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave novel Chapter 4199

Whatever the Grand Supreme Elderly Lord was theorizing was mere speculation. However, the conclusions they were drawing from the limited clues they had found seemed reasonable enough.

"What have we got to lose? We have to take a risk and try, right?" Zen smiled.

The Grand Supreme Elderly Lord nodded. He agreed with Zen. "We have no other choice."

Their adventure had begun the moment they had stepped foot in the Jade Pure Realm. They had no way back and the only way out was through. Now, they simply had to take this final step.

"Let us see just how angry the Human Spirit King will be," Zen remarked, walking up to the door and pushing it open.

The stooped old man suddenly raised his head. There was a hint of hope gleaming in his eyes.

Zen wasn't aware of one very important thing. The old man was not yet awake and was still trapped in the Treacherous Being's consciousness sea. However, he could still feel, hear, and react to the outside world.

In fact, he had almost screamed out what he had just said!

The old man also hoped to wake up. He cleaned up the bodies of human spirits only because they were the members of his sect. This was just a secondary task. His greatest obsession, however, was the Human Spirit King, Kincaid.

If Kincaid could wake up, so could he.

As soon as Zen pushed the door open, an invisible hand grabbed him and dragged him inside.

Although this force was powerful, it was still possible for Zen to quite easily resist it. However, he allowed himself to be dragged in.

To his immense surprise, the other side of the door was not an ice palace. It was an open stone house. But that wasn't the most surprising part.

"Every single stone in this house... is a Holy Stone!"

Zen gasped. As soon as he had come in, he had felt the aura of the Holy Stones.

"That's not everything. These are the highest quality of Holy Stones. I now understand why the Snake Spirit King died here," the Grand Supreme Elderly Lord also piped in.

Fighting in such an environment would be highly disadvantageous for the Snake Spirit King.

"What is that?"

Zen was looking straight ahead.

Right in the center of the stone house, a burly man was floating mid-air.

He was wearing a heavy black armor, and his entire body, including his face, was covered by it. They couldn't guess what material the armor was made of, and it emitted a highly strong deterrent force. Even approaching the man would take effort.

The most eye-catching thing about him was the heavy sword that was beside him.

It was ten feet long and was almost as tall as the man himself. There was a faint red light flashing on the irregularly shaped blade.

Was this the Human Spirit King, Kincaid?

Zen carefully observed the black armor from the distance.

Before he could say something, a solemn voice came from the black armor.

"Who are you?"

When Zen heard the black armor speak, his heart was filled with joy. The fact that the man had first questioned him was a good sign.

He was afraid that the man would directly attack him without communicating with him. Since the Human Spirit King was rather famous and powerful, he was unwilling to fight against him if he could avoid it.

The voice did not seem mechanical, indicating that the man was still rational and could think for himself. This was easily the best that could be made of this situation!

Zen took two steps forward, cupped his hands and said, "I'm Zen, a human being from the chaos!"

Human beings and human spirits were almost the same in appearance. In fact, in the third-grade world, human beings could easily be called extensions of the human spirits.

According to the Grand Supreme Elderly Lord's conjecture, the Human Spirit King most likely wouldn't attack Zen. However, conjectures could turn out to be false.

"You're not the one I'm waiting for. Go to hell!"

Whoosh!

With that angry snap, the irregular heavy sword flew up in the air, and then suddenly rushed forward, breaking through space and slashing at Zen's head.

"What..."

Zen's heart was filled with depression at this.

A moment ago, he had been feeling rather lucky and pleased, but now, the man was attacking him. He was shocked and caught off guard.

Reflexively, he leaned back, and the sword almost grazed his nose as it shot past him.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom...