The Atrocious Werewolf Prince



On the floating spiritual tree, the peak masters were quiet and observant. They keenly looked at the ongoing battles on the platform to see which seedlings should be bloomed at their peak.

Naturally, the top platforms were given exceptional attention.

"The youngster is vicious but true." Mater Bisma commented.

The other masters nodded their heads, especially Master Tarar, he seemed fascinated by Zulfi Dimitry's swordsmanship. "In a life and death battle such chivalry is placed next to death, today that boy with the bright light long sword has learnt something big. But..."

He paused and a worry appeared on his face, he squinted his eyes and continued. "The way he learnt that could cause irreversible destruction to his mind, he is way too loyal to that arrogant prince of a remote kingdom. He'll either change into a murdering swordsman like that prince of his wanted him to be or he will be mentally crippled."

"Either way it's bad." Master Bisma spoke again.

A small chuckle released from the 6th branch. "How is being a murdering swordsman bad? What similarity have you found between an exceptionally talented swordsman who knows how to kill and a mentally crippled person that you came to this conclusion?"

"Both are psychopaths and the same" Master Bisma gave her answer with a waving hand.

Master Argus stayed quiet for a while before giving a bitter smirk and said. "You young people are so soft. I sometimes wonder if I'm still in the same sect that I joined in my youth. No wonder we are at the edge of destruction."

The facial expression of Bisma drastically changed. "Master Argus, what did you mean by that?" She felt as if the master of Zenith Ghost Peak was accusing her.

He shook his head and replied. "Don't act like you just came here yesterday, you know all too well what I'm talking about.

We were at the peak, the competition within the sect was so tough that even we were unaware whether we'll see the next morning's sun or not.

But look at us now, soft and caring, we once produced monsters capable of disturbing other big powers. But as soon as Master Jason Felletter vanished, we crumbled. 

All young geniuses were assassinated in front of our eyes, our position was snatched and here we are naively saying that a murdering swordsman and mentally crippled are the same things. Name one swordsman who hasn't murdered anyone?" 

He looked at Master Tarar of Blood Slaughterer Peak and asked. "Master Tarar, you are the youngest peak master and an excellent swordsman. Care to tell us how many talented men and women you have killed?"

The master of Blood Slaughterer Peak stayed silent and didn't bother to answer the obvious, seeing that Master Bisma pouted, trying to act innocent as he said. "It was a slip of my tongue, a murdering swordsman is as different to a mentally cripple man as a day is to night. Gosh! You guys have no common sense."

"You are the master of the 2nd strongest peak, your every word carries a tremendous weight so consider what words your mouth spouts in front of so many people." Master Argus said.

Master Bisma gritted her teeth and hissed. "I apologise, please forgive my insolence, O just master of word detecting peak."I think you should take a look at

~PFT~

Master Franco of Divine Demon Peak snickered and shortly later the other peak masters joined him, Master Bisma unintentionally brightened their mood even though Master Argus was smirking.

The master of Colleen Evil Peak was not just hellishly strong but she possessed an other-worldly beauty and despite being old for more than two hundred years she still looked like a 22 years lassie in her prime – qualified to steal any living men's heart. The lady master was the peak master of the 2nd strongest peak, a peak solely for lassies. Be that as it may, in terms of martial prowess she was 6th strongest, a lot of her prowess was halted because she paid an astounding amount of resources to keep her youth. Allowing her junior – Master Tarar to surpass her.

The peak ranking of the Spirit Devouring Mountain is decided by the performances of peaks, the ranking can be changed at the end of every month. With Alchemic Rune Peak at last, the ranking hasn't changed in the past 15 years.

With a smile on their faces, the old masters once again looked at the platforms. The eyes of Master Antero glittered like gems at the sight of the 2nd platform. A once-in-a-lifetime anomaly appeared in front of his eyes, how could he let go of such a preeminent genius. Yes, his eyes were glued on none other than Xyr.

But who's the one Xyr was facing? Ravina Ingale! Another distinguished genius from a powerful background, that match was so captivating that even Master Uxama Ingale was forced to spectate it despite the fact that none of the two participants were good for his peak.

~BOOM~

An explosion occurred in the sky as steam floated in mid-air before merging with the air itself, Ravina Ingale was sweating. Her face had anger all over it and she was gritting her teeth. Even a naive would understand that she was frustrated and inordinately upset.

Her opponent on the other hand was calm, he had sweat all over his dragon symbolled clothes. However, the straw hat man wielding a scythe was harmonious. He took big breaths to maintain his posture.

The angry Ravina Ingale could no longer hold it and turned her head upwards. "Ezra!" she cried with every bit of her power, the air reverberated.

The prince of Bloodfang Kingdom was looking somewhere far where other platforms were situated, the sudden cry pulled his undivided attention. "Why are you shouting? I'm not deaf." he retorted.

"Why… Why are you disrespecting me?" Ravina Ingale questioned with a roaring voice, her lips trembled. Anger? Frustration? As to why they trembled, no one knew.

The prince squinted his eyes and went into a ponder before replying shortly later. "I don't recall disrespecting you in any way. Perhaps, you are mistaken."

Ravina couldn't bear it anymore, her entire body shivered terribly, and the spiritual energy around her started to vibrate. She looked straight into her eyes and said in an ordering manner. "Tell your pet dog to fight me seriously."