The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

"So that's the power of Nascent Soul stage expert?" Mumbled Ezra Zephyr under his breath.

After the Qi Brightening stage was the Core Formation stage and above that was the Foundation Establishment stage.

Once one reaches this level, the spiritual energy in one's body began to transform and evolve, it says that in this stage the martial master can speak to his spirit, forming a more closed bond and inheriting more of the powers and wonders of a martial spirit.

Under the watching eyes of countless geniuses, six glowing pillars of Qi and one that contained mana continued to stir within the mist. The seven envoys gave their all, and everyone soon began to see a faint cavity appear within the thick, almost vicious mist.

As one peered past the thin mist, one seemed to be able to see the ancient land of the infamous Spirity Bailiwick.

"Everyone, enter now!"

While the crowd was focused on the gap within the mist, the shouts of the seven envoys rang out like thunder.

The moment these words were said, it was as if the entire world began to heave. Countless prided geniuses immediately shot forward, transforming into glowing figures as they charged into the cavity within the mist.

The prince of Bloodfang, Ezra Zephyr looked towards the rest and said, "We should get a move on too. No one knows what will happen in the Spirity Bailiwick so remember one thing, do not die and..." his eyes shot a burning glare as he continued. "Do not spare anyone."

Zulfi, Argus, Shifa and Theor nodded along with the others.

~SWIISSSHH~

In the next moment, they shot forward together, the group reached the hole within the mist in the short span of a dozen breaths. No one dared to tarry, pushing their spiritual energy to the limits as their speed soared.

"We're about to enter!" Ezra watched the faint white mist surge towards him as he took in a deep breath, and then the chaos force around him flickered as it protected his body.

~CRAACKLE~

Their bodies finally hit the mist. Space began to distort as if they were crashing into another world, making it impossible to steady one's body, and have no choice but to be randomly tossed around.

Ezra Zephyr was thrown around till he saw stars. A long time seemed to pass before he finally felt the space around him solidify as his body was powerfully flung outwards.

~BAANNG~

Ezra Zephyr crashed into the ground, eating a mouthful of soil.

He ignored the pain, performing a tumble before getting up. What met his eyes was an ancient world as if he had been transported back to a prehistoric era.

"Is this the Spirity Bailiwick?"

The prince mumbled to himself as he gazed upon the ancient land before him.

Ezra then regained his witts and gazed at his surroundings, trying to find his other subjects.

It was at this moment that they heard a loud voice.

"Listen well, O prided geniuses of Naran Continent. You only have 1 hour to regroup, after 1 hour, the battle will be started.

The battles will be recorded through the Lense Bees, these tiny bees born and die as a pair, the male has the function of recording while the female will project what's is recorded at the same time.

All you have to do is to fight and get acknowledged, and your every action will be seen by all. There are hundreds of sects watching you, and being selected in any of them will be fruitful for your life.

Killing is allowed, and personal grudges can also be solved here, find your people, regroup and fight to make a name for yourself.

There are 19,000 youngsters here, and all of them are bold to claim that they are geniuses, now with that, the Spirity Bailiwick is officially begun.

Oh! And one more thing, needless killing is prohibited, no clan would select a merciless slaughterer"

The voice ended, and everyone was in a desperate situation, one hour and the battle between maniacs will begin.

The prince stretched his arms and yawned, "They will find me within an hour I guess."

At that time, Fenrir spoke. "This place... it smells familiar."

"What do you mean?" Asked Ezra.

"Boy, do you know how this place came into existence?"

"No, I didn't ask... wait!" Something came to Ezra's mind as he said. "I heard something from a passerby that this strange and rewardful place was caused by a 5th tier beast."

"A 5th tier Martial Animal? How could a Martial Animal create something like this"

"No... that martial animal died and its gigantic dead body caused this change."

The monstrous wolf of Norse stayed quiet for a while before bursting into laughter "Hahaha!"

"Hey... don't tell me you lost your mind all of a sudden." Retorted Ezra.

Fenrir replied, "I just remembered something."

"And what it is that our wannabe god remembered?" Ezra said as he lay on the ground.

"Your ancestor was the one who killed that 5th tier Martial Animal."

Ezra's eyes widened. "What!?" He jumped in surprise.

At the same time, Ezra felt that something was getting closer at a very fast speed.

He took out his short sword Efsa and held it in his right hand tightly.

The fast approaching thing came out, Ezra looked at it, that thing was Theor Galearms.

"Your majesty! Are you alright?" Asked Theor as he was panting.

"Yes I am, you did very well in finding me." Remarked Ezra.

"Thanks to your majesty's tracking compass." Said Theor as he raised his hand, which was holding a compass. There were small imprints on the compass and it leaked mana.

<Somewhere in Spirity Bailiwick>

Zulfi looked at the compass in his hand "His majesty is in this way." Said he and dashed.

Before he could run any further, he encountered someone. It was Salom Uqually, the genius of the 2nd branch of the Uqually clan.

"You... who are you?" asked Salom Uqually.

"It's a question I want to ask." Zulfi Dimitry asked as he prepared himself.