Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave novel Chapter 85

Later that night, Zen took out Anthony's Purple Blue Sword and examined it.

The sword was aesthetic and of good quality.

Its scabbard was inlaid with colorful gems and gold threads. Since the sword was well preserved, Zen could see that Anthony had taken great care of it.

As Zen pulled the blade out of the scabbard, a whoosh sound filled the silence in the room. When the blade was free of its casing, the sword emanated a purple and blue light.

"What a good sword!"

It was a top grade mysterious weapon. The sword looked like it was at the same level as Evil Lan's Hell Fire Sword. But Zen felt that the sword's quality was much better than that of the Hell Fire Sword.

He hesitated a little. It was a pity that such a good sword had to be melted.

Anthony had asked his friends to talk with Zen. He wanted to recover his sword, but Zen categorically refused him.

To improve his strength, Zen had to offer the sword to the cyan dragon.

Zen frowned thoughtfully as he gazed at the sword. A while later, Zen had made his decision. Without hesitating further, he began to communicate with the furnace in his mind.

The black flame shot out of his brow and headed straight for the Purple Blue Sword. The black flame was so quick that a strange arc was drawn in the air.

The sword was like firewood. It burned from point to pommel in an instant! When the black flame thoroughly devoured the sword, a few drops of molten iron essence were left behind. In the dimly lit room, these drops of molten iron gave off a brilliant light.

Zen counted the particles of the molten iron essence. His eyes lit up with the number. He murmured, "The Purple Blue Sword is at the same level as the Hell Fire Sword, but it gave ten drops of hot metal essence! What a surprise!"

He couldn't explain why this had happened. What was more, Zen had not yet figured out what the hot metal essence was for!

Zen had gone through all the ancient books on weapon refining in Evil Lan's space ring, but he could not find anything about the origin and usage of molten iron essence. Since this was still a mystery to Zen, he had decided to visit weapon refining masters as they might have some explanations for the essence of the molten metal.

After the black flame sent the ten drops of iron to the cyan dragon's mouth, bright green light burst out from two gray scales on the dragon. After the light dissipated, Zen found that another two dragon scales had been activated.

So far, four dragon scales had lit up on the cyan dragon.

Zen clenched his fist and felt the new power surge through him. Earlier, he had reached the marrow refining level. Adding the strength of the four dragon scales, Zen would now have the power to fight against a cultivator at the nature level.