The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

As the mocking voices rang out in the sky, countless gazes were drawn over. The ones who had spoken were also the envoys from the seven 1st degree sects.

Under the attention of those countless gazes, the glaring rays from the ball of light began to weaken, revealing the figure within. One would see a rather slim and gentle-looking middle-aged man with a well-maintained dress seated there with a pipe hanging from his mouth.

Boundless spiritual energy violently swirled around him like a storm, seemingly causing the world around him to tremble.

Ezra was stunned by the sight of this figure. It was the same person who had asked him for tea yesterday.

He would never have imagined that the tea lover stranger would turn out to be one of the envoys from the seven top sects.

The 2nd voice was released by a beautiful lady, she had brownish attire, while her figure and face were veiled.

The last voice was from a shirtless man, who had numerous sword gashes on his body, old and new. He had two swords on both sides of his waist.

Above the stone platform where the Bloodfang Kingdom's prince and the rest were located, a dark look was revealed on the fair clean shaven face of the Holy Law Sect's envoy called Levos.

He shot a glance at the well dressed middle-aged man, ignoring the other two and said, "Oh? What teachings do you have, Orama Finwe?"

The middle-aged man in gold puffed out a breath of green smoke, smiling faintly as he replied, "I've no interest in teaching. I only want to tell you that you don't have the right to banish anyone here because amongst them may be the future seedlings of the other six sects.

Levos's expression darkened. Just as he was about to retort, the other envoys of sects spoke up to mediate, "Both of you should hold back a sentence or two. All seven of us are required to break through this mist, and it will be almost impossible if anyone is missing."

In the end, Levos coldly snorted. His gaze icily swept across Ezra Zephyr and the rest, before glancing at Victor Brownmane with a trace of dissatisfaction, evidently displeased that the latter had not killed the prince of Bloodfang in a single punch, causing trouble for him.

The 2nd prince of the Brownmane Empire paid no heed to this dissatisfaction. He merely looked towards Ezra as his eyes narrowed slightly. The fact that the latter had cancelled his punch had likewise surprised him.

The werewolf prince lightly swung his unhurt arms. The slight throbbing that emanated from them was a testament to the power of Victor's earlier punch. If Ezra did not have such force and spirit, he would have likely ended up seriously injured or dead.

It seems that the other party was beginning to feel a little threatened now that he has an unknown spirit and planned to finish him off in the quickest way possible.

However, from a certain point of view, wasn't this a good thing?

Ezra's face was akin to a serene ripple-less lake as he stared at Victor, but the killing intent in the former's eyes had reached its peak. With a sudden laugh, Ezra slowly lowered his eyelids.

From what he could see, the prince of Brownmane was not as indifferent towards Ezra as he looked. The actions of the former were clearly saying that he, Victor Brownmane, was afraid.

He was afraid that he would lose everything he possessed, his respect, his fame and his monicker of 'more genius than crown prince'

He was afraid that Ezra was really able to take everything back.

The prince gently patted Skoll and Hati's heads, causing the latters' gigantic bodies to slowly begin to shrink.

However, malicious intent still filled their eyes as they tightly locked onto Victor Brownmane.

By the side, Zulfi was silent for a while before he said, "I will teach him a lesson if I meet him in the Spirity Bailiwick"

"Don't you dare to touch him, he is mine. You can play with other Brownmane bastards." Answered Ezra.

Zulfi was stunned for a moment, before shooting a glance at others Youngsters of Brownmane. It seemed that Victor's actions had truly angered the prince's subjects this time.

The prince scratched the back of his head, and could only say, "Try to take it easy."

By the side, Argus's gigantic hands were holding a solid fist as he silently gazed at Ezra. The latter was so domineering at this moment.

After all, there were not many who had the qualifications to speak such words in the face of Victor Brownmane.

As the hostile atmosphere began to recede, the watching Salom Uqually, Emily Jomez and the rest shook their heads in disappointment. No one had expected that Ezra Zephyr would actually be able to withstand Victor Brownmane's powerful punch.

"This kid does have a little ability." Nonchalantly remarked Salom.

The corners of Emily's ruddy little mouth turned downwards. "He's just lucky. Given his capabilities, only death awaits him if he encounters Victor for real."

The others nodded in agreement and chorused, "If he's unfortunate enough to bump into us in the Spirity Bailiwick, we'll be sure to teach him a proper lesson and give Miss Emily some justice."

As they spoke, the seven envoys in the sky concentrated on the mist above the holy river and suddenly acted at the same time.

~BBZZZZZ~

Seven raging rivers of spiritual energy that spanned several hundred feet abruptly burst out from the top of their heads. Like giant pillars, the spiritual energy barbarically shot into the seemingly endless mist.

The spiritual energy pillars began to sweep and vibrate, tearing apart the mist one layer at a time.

However, there was a terrifying power within the mist. Ancient imprints appeared and began blasting the seven spiritual energy pillars, shaving away layer after layer of spiritual energy.

In the sky, the faces of the seven envoys were grim, not daring to be the slightest bit negligent as they poured all of their attention into their Qi and Mana.

Astonishing auras erupted from their bodies, causing even the colour of the world around them to change slightly. The prided geniuses below were silenced due to fear. Such power was still far beyond their reach.