Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

By the time they reacted, quite a few ordinary disciples had slipped through the gate and entered the third level of Bloody Mountain.

"Stop them!" cried one of the noble clansmen who was dressed in blue.

Seeing the scene, the other noble clansmen knew they wouldn't have anyone to rob if more commoners slipped by.

It was worth pointing out that while these noble disciples were not strong, with the weapons and magic tools their families provided, they could still fight.

They clustered together quickly to fill the breach and restore their checkpoint.

While this was happening, the disciples who were trailing after the towering man continued attacking. The cruel and unrelenting enemies left them only the choice of brave resistance or dropping out of the game. Anyone at this time could burst with increased strength.

So the scuffle escalated.

"Aaahh......!"

wailed a disciple as three noble disciples attacked, leaving him gutted. His enemy stood over him with a bloody long sword that shimmered a brilliant green light.

Although each disciple was in the magic array, protecting them from real death, the pain was still real.

After screaming, the disciple was immediately encircled in a light, and he was gone.

But the noble disciples were not faring well. During the fighting, a noble disciple gently pushed against a commoner to stop him. The ordinary disciple appeared unimpressive but was, in fact, more powerful.

tremble, and

prowess, like lightning during a storm. Many disciples from noble clans tried stopping him. He dodged the attacks easily, weaving between them as he advanced.

The outcome

he scanned the scene he had managed to escape, he caught sight of Nory in the

But, he appeared to be caught up in the middle

and he didn't draw much attention. He was struggling

up behind him silently holding a gory dagger. Raising it

he would

think; instead, he quickened his pace, sped, and seized Nory, pulling

the noble disciple's sneak attack

a knife fell to the ground, just

he realized what almost happened. He

angry he immediately picked up his dagger and launched himself at Zen. The blade was coming straight at Zen's neck at a deceptive angle, one that was difficult to escape. He wanted to kill Zen with a single

to hell! Purple Fist

noble clansman, striking his chest hard, knocking him and his dagger backward to the ground. In the wake of Zen's attack, he felt seven slight explosions in his body, and seven

eliminated

was finally winding down.

while the ones

battle as well. The noble disciples' number went from more than twenty

predecessors used this method to pass the test, and had said robbing crystal fragments in this pass was

nap during the Blooded Test. They never expected a single person to rush the barrier, or that so many others would get involved. They