The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

The day broke out and the sunlight kissed the grounds.

At that time, Ezra Zephyr was already in his tent, numerous hickies decorated his neck and chest as he was smiling in satisfaction.

"Your majesty, it's time." Said Theor Galearms.

Ezra came out as he stretched and yawned.

"Your majesty, were you perhaps unable to sleep last night?" He asked.

"Yeah." Replied Ezra with a wicked smile as he continued. "I was attacked by a powerful beaut, I had to fight her all night."

"Huh!? Your majesty, are you alright?" Theor was alarmed as he turned to call the rest.

"Hey, calm down. I was joking." Said Ezra with a waving hand.

"Oh, haha. I apologise." He uttered, he looked at his prince and saw the red marks on his neck. "Miss Bipasha was sure powerful, haha."

Ezra stared at him. "What did you say?"

"Uh, nothing my lord. I just said Miss Bipasha is waiting outside. It's the time of selection." He replied as he tried to veil his grin.

"Let's go." Ordered the prince of Bloodfang Kingdom.

They both arrived where the rest of the people were, a number of 385 martial masters from the Bloodfang Kingdom joined the Spirity Bailiwick.

381 5th-grade spirit holders, 3 6th-grade and last was Ezra Zephyr himself.

Out of these, 73 lost their lives in Spirity Bailiwick including the 18 who died in Spirity Tower.

Ezra and Bipasha met again, their eyes met but none avoided the contact as both gave a romantic smile. Even the dumbest of Bloodfang could feel something suspicious, with the exception of the likes of Theor, who understood and grasped the event that happened last night.

They didn't say anything and started moving towards the designated location, a vast ground. There was nothing special about it except that the sky above was filled with thousands of people shading the sunlight like locusts, they all were envoys of their respective sects.

Bloodfang Kingdom's flag fluttered as a bulky martial master was holding it, the flag caught the attention of everyone.

Ezra became the hero of those geniuses, he managed to kill the invader who uninvitedly visited Spirity Bailiwick and caused numerous deaths. The masses looked at them with awe eyes.

After the many geniuses left the Spirity Bailiwick and rested, their energy came back and muffled voices of whispers were getting louder.

*Cough*

A soft cough suddenly rang out across the area, somehow covering every other noise, and the entire place fell silent.

Every genius watched as 7 spiritual energy clouds drifted over from far away. 7 figures were seated on each cloud, powerful spiritual energy pressure rippling from their bodies, they were the 7 envoys.

Upon their arrival, the crowd of geniuses grew nervous. They knew that the end of the Spirity Bailiwick was the start of the selection by the envoys of sects. Those that they found worthy would be allowed to enter the sects to train.

These 7 were the strongest 1st-degree sects in Naran Continent.

For every genius present, it was akin to a carp leaping through the dragon's gate.

7 clouds of spiritual energy hovered in the air. 7 figures were seated on each one, powerful and vigorous Genesis Qi spreading from their bodies that intimidated and awed everyone in the area.

In the face of these 7 Nascent Soul experts, the numerous geniuses were all extremely respectful, not daring to show the slightest hint of arrogance as they patiently waited.

Because they knew that these 7 practically had complete control over the futures of every genius here.

The 1st-degree sects also known as 7 sacred sects are the face of might. As long as one could enter and train inside, one's future would be incomparable to staying behind in a continent like theirs. After all, the best resources and experts of Naran Continent were gathered in these 7 sects.

Hence, many people felt that even entering these 7 sects as an ordinary disciple would be better than being a genius in the Naran Continent.

Ezra Zephyr's gaze also looked towards the 7 envoys. He had already gained information about the 7 sacred sects In the Spirity Bailiwick and now knew that the tea-loving well dressed man was an envoy of the Duo-Mountain Peak.

As for the fair, clean-shaven Levos that looked like a dishonourable middle-aged man, he was the envoy of The Holy Law Sect.

The other 5 sects were the Dragon Bone Pavilion, Sword Mastery Abode, Continental Magic Academy, Myriad Miracle Tower and the Veiled Virgin Valley.

These 5 great sects were also very famous in Naran Continent and were said to be behemoth-like existences.

On one of the clouds, the Holy Law Sect's envoy, Levos, swept his cold gaze across the crowd. His gaze was akin to the edge of a blade, no one daring to meet it.

"Although you are the geniuses of the Naran Continent, it will not be so easy to enter our 7 sacred sects. You should know that there are millions of continents in the lower realm, and the Naran Continent really doesn't stick out amongst them."

The other continents also have all kinds of geniuses of uncountable numbers. Envoys from the 7 sacred sects have also been sent to these places to select disciples.

Therefore, do not feel so pleased with yourselves just because you performed somewhat decently in the Spirity Bailiwick. If put amongst the entire younger generation of Lower Realm, none of you are anything special."

Levos's indifferent voice was akin to a basin of cold water, giving a cold awakening to numerous geniuses that had originally been under the impression that they had performed pretty well in the Spirity Bailiwick.

Ezra Zephyr also frowned slightly. He could feel that Levos's frosty gaze seemed to pause on him when he spoke as if these words were directed at the former.

However, Ezra's expression did not change, neither showing joy nor anger.

Zulfi mumbled in a low voice, "How loathsome."

"Hehe, envoy Levos need not be so stern. I feel that there are some pretty good seedlings among these little ones. If we provide guidance and training for them, they may even become pillars that support our continent in the future."