Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

Since Evil Lan had been half-step into the nature level, he reacted promptly to danger. Faced with an oncoming punch from Zen, he pedaled his feet and quickly flew back to elude the blow.

However, Zen was quicker. His fist made contact with Evil Lan's body. Since Evil Lan had moved backward, the movement had offset some of the power from Zen. Upon impact, however, Evil Lan's face suddenly became red, veins throbbed on his forehead, and his blood rushed around. Evil Lan spat out the blood pooling in his mouth. He stared at Zen before saying, "You are still alive!"

"Well, thanks to you, I am not dead yet!" Zen replied. With fists clenched, Zen remained outwardly composed. However, his chest heaved with the effort to control the fear surging through him. Zen had just stepped into the organ refining level, and he could withstand a weight of 3000 pounds. Moreover, with the dragon scale on the cyan dragon relief, his strength could be tripled. Since he had planned to catch Evil Lan off-guard, Zen's punch carried almost all of his full strength.

He hadn't expected that Evil Lan would react so promptly. He had almost avoided being hit by Zen's punch.

Evil Lan was even more shocked than Zen. 'This young man is just at the beginning of the organ refining level. Logically, my strength is superior to him. I should have no trouble killing him. But his strength increased rapidly after he emerged from the weapon refining furnace. Could this be human refining? What is going on?' Evil Lan frowned in confusion as he thought about what had just happened.

If he hadn't been quick enough, Evil Lan might have been killed by the first punch thrown by this young man. That would be an unbearable shame to Evil Lan. That could not happen again!

"Where is the Hell Fire Sword?" Evil Lan asked. Although Evil Lan had many things to worry about, the whereabouts of his sword concerned him the most.

and spread his hands. A smile stretched across Zen's face, exposing two rows of

been eaten? That too by a person? A human stomach could not digest a sword let alone a mysterious one! Evil Lan's eyes roamed over Zen. The young

"Where is

it," said Zen. Zen was telling the truth. The Hell Fire Sword had turned into hot metal essence by the black

Hell Fire Sword, I will open your body to see if it is inside your stomach or not!" said Evil Lan viciously. As soon as Evil Lan finished speaking, his body moved rapidly, and his hands, like dead branches, flew toward Zen's chest. He was going to rip open Zen's stomach with his

though his physical strength had increased to another level again. His body felt as strong as a middle-grade mysterious weapon! He shuffled his

"Purple Fist Strength!"

calcinated his body further. As for strength, although Zen was only at the beginning of the organ refining level, with the help

burning him for twenty hours. That was nearly a whole day and a night. After twenty hours of weapon refining, Zen

aside quickly, his body drawing an arc in the air. And then he brought down his arm, as swiftly and precisely as