The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

The thing is Subzi family can easily leave the Bloodfang Kingdom, they migrated to Bloodfang because it was a open field for them to do business.

They were about to leave when they saw the sudden uprise of Bloodfang and chose to stay. Later, the family head was offered a cubic spirit pill and thought to shove his youngest son Gill, who still had the youth to walk on martial prowess into the line of power.

However, Ezra had to admit that he was a little moved by this proposal. He clearly understood just how important martial prowess resources were, and most of the time, one needed to use spiritual crystals to purchase them.

Now that he had already left the Bloodfang Kingdom, he would have to rely on himself without emptying the cave of Fenrir. It was true that he did not know much about how to make money from money, every bit of spiritual crystals he used would only deplete his supply.

If Gill Subzi was able to help him earn money to purchase cultivation resources, it would be a pretty good collaboration. Because, he also brought more than 300 martial masters with himself.

While the two talked, they soon arrived at the head of the ship, only to find Xavier seated at the very front, while the rest was already there.

Upon seeing Ezra Zephyr walk over, the other geniuses cast friendly gazes towards him. The other martial masters knew that he would definitely become a first class disciple, making his status higher than their own.

Hence, they needed to create good relations with him as soon as possible.

However, they were evidently unable to be as straightforward as Gill Subzi, instead still holding on to some of the aloofness from before.

At the head of the boat, Xavier took a puff of his pipe after seeing that everyone was here, before he unhurriedly said, "In half a day, we will reach the territory of Spirit Devouring Mountain.

When that happens, you guys will leave the boat with me and head for the sect."

Everyone nodded with solemn expressions.

After speaking , Xavier closed his eyes to rest, while the others seated themselves in silence. Half a day passed, and a tremor was suddenly felt. They had finally entered the region of Spirit Devouring Mountain.

Xavier stood up and gave his cigar a shake, causing smoke to rise. The smoke transformed into a saveral hundred feet wide cloud that floated outside the boat. His actions resembled the envoy of Duo-Mountain Peak, Orama. Despite the fact both were mortal enemies.

"Let's go." Xavier moved, appearing on the grey cloud.

Ezra Xephyr, Xyr and the rest also got onto the cloud one after another.

As he stood atop the grey cloud, the prince lifted his head and gazed at the giant boat, where several figures were looking towards them from the side of the boat. They were John Stark, Farrie Holaleth, Akkar Boldheart, Leomord Tigerian and the rest.

"Prince Ezra and Bloodfang companions, take care!" Akkar waved his dwarf hands.

Farrie laughed enchantingly, before she smiled and said, "Ezra, I'll be waiting for the day your name resounds across the Lower Realm."

Ezra smirked and nodded while Theor Galearms cupped his fists together at them and grinned, his eyes lowering slightly as he softly said, "Everyone, let's work hard together."

Ezra gave him an impressive stare. "Quite diplomatic, aren't you." To which Theor's grin stretched.

With a deep breath, he turned around and sat down, giving a little wave with his hand towards the back.

Xavier gave his cigar a tap and the grey cloud ferrying everyone shot forth, disappearing into the horizon in a mere few breaths.

On the cloud, Ezra's eyes narrowed slightly, anticipation and excitement surging out within them.

"Spirit Devouring Mountain… I really look forward to it…"

Time passed, the grey cloud flitted across the sky with a whoosh.

Ezra and the rest were seated atop the cloud, their gazes full of curiosity as they observed the vast land before them.

Ever since entering the region of Spirit Devouring Mountain, the other martial masters could clearly feel that the Spiritual Energy here far surpassed the region of their soverignities.

Even the Martial Masters of Bloodfang had the same reaction because they were already other side of portal when Mother Tree was planted.

Moreover, they could see for themselves how vast this region was.

Eight days had passed since they left the Storm Breaking Shuttle, every day spent rushing without rest. They had already lost track of how many cities they had passed, and how many teleportation arrays they had used, not even knowing how many hundreds and thousands of miles each jump had covered. Even so, they had yet to reach their destination.

Such vastness really opened their eyes.

All of a sudden, Xavier opened his mouth and said, "We'll reach the Spirit Devouring Mountain tomorrow."

These words were akin to pumping a surge of energy through the masses. Although they had not used any spiritual energy during the past eight days of travel, it was still a rather tiring affair. Fortunately, their destination was finally within sight.

As such, a day swiftly past under an atmosphere of bubbling anticipation.

When the sun rose high into the sky the next day, the resting Ezra and gang suddenly felt the surrounding Spiritual Energy become stronger.

They immediately opened their eyes, and saw mists swirling in between countless ancient mountain ranges, each giant peak like a titan that could hold up the sky.

Amongst the giant mountains, one would faintly see countless halls, pavilions and other buildings, the misty feeling seemingly filled with a celestial aura. Meanwhile, countless figures of light rapidly shuttled between.

Spiritual Imprints were faintly discernible high up in the sky. These Spiritual Imprints were connected to each other, forming an enormous Spiritual Rune boundary. The boundary stretched downwards, covering the innumerable mountain ranges.

Power that could not be described spread from them. Although they were only slivers and strands, they gave rise to strange fear within Ezra Zephyr