The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

Everyone on the platform had obtained a portion of the Spirity Bailiwick's treasures, however, it was nothing compared to the one before their eyes. Obtaining it would be akin to rocketing straight into the higher realms, surpassing everyone else.

In the face of such temptation, none of those present could maintain a heart as cool and collected as still water.

With the exception of Ezra, his red eyes that looked towards the Spirity tower were akin to a calm pool, without even the slightest ripple of emotion. In fact, his shapely eyebrows had even slightly knitted together. He did not know why, but the tower gave him an indescribable feeling.

As if he had seen it somewhere before. However, no matter how hard he tried, he was unable to recall anything.

It was a feeling that he did not like.

"The Spirity tower is open, let's enter quickly!"

The tower doors opened fully. The platform was silent for a split second before figure after figure rapidly shot forth like a swarm as they charged towards the doors.

Even Rolo Aur and Victor Brownmane exchanged a look, before swiftly turning around, leading their groups as they made a beeline towards the doors.

Ezra Zephyr looked towards Zulfi Dimitry and the rest as he said, "We should go too."

The minority group of group apex-geniuses looked at each other. Until a certain individual came to them.

"Hello Fair Sword, his majesty Ezra Zephyr has allowed you all to be merged with us, let's not waste time." The one who carried the message was Theor Galearms.

The group of geniuses naturally had no objections. In fact, they were filled with eagerness.

"Go!" said Fair Sword.

~SWWIISH~

Spiritual Energy whizzed out, transforming into numerous glowing figures that ultimately dashed into the Spirity tower under the countless envious watching eyes in the Spirity Bailiwick

<Outside the Spirity Bailiwick>

There were also many people gathered here. They represented the various factions and clans of the Naran Continent and were waiting here for the final outcome of the Spirity Bailiwick.

There were hundreds of thousands of screens on mid-air, produced by bees to let everyone outside know what is happening inside.

They knew that the outcome would very likely change the faction landscape of the Naran Continent.

In the sky, seven streams of majestic spiritual energy surged in the sky, forming seven clouds. Seven figures were seated on these clouds, the pressure from their bodies causing reverence to appear on the faces of the many faction representatives present. They were the seven envoys of 1st Degree sects.

With the exception of some, who were seated right beneath them. Showing that they are envoys of 2nd Degree sects.

Their eyes had been closed since the beginning, bodies still as statues. Today, however, those tightly shut eyes suddenly twitched before slowly opening.

"The special tower inside the Spirity Bailiwick has appeared." Six gazes were cast towards the screen on which he was looking at the inside of Spirity Bailiwick.

They could faintly sense a strange undulation appear inside the Spirit Bailiwick at this moment.

"The Spirity Tower has indeed appeared…" The eyes of the Holy Law Sect's envoy known as Levos narrowed slightly as they stared at the Spirity Bailiwick. Light flickered in his eyes, but only he knew what was on his mind.

Towards another direction, the well maintained man that had once helped Ezra Zephyr lightly tapped his pipe. A complicated look was revealed in his gaze as he looked towards the Spirity Bailiwick.

"Heh heh, I wonder who will obtain the greatest blessing in this batch's Spirity Bailiwick?" One of the seven chuckled.

The fair clean-shaven Levos smiled thinly. "Victor possesses great luck, is blessed by the heavens and has an amazing talent. There is no doubt that he is number one amongst the younger generation of the Naran Continent. The blessing will surely end up with him."

The well maintained man called Orama Finwe scoffed. "From your tone, it seems that your Holy Law Sect has already reserved him in advance?"

Levos glanced at the former. "A phoenix will seek the best tree to perch. Isn't this very normal? Victor Brownmane has made the best decision."

"Best tree? Heh." Orama sneered, intense iciness in his voice as he continued, "Do you Holy Law Sect people dare to enter this Spirity Bailiwick?"

Levos indifferently replied, "Orama, it seems that you still refuse to let go of the matter that happened back then."

"That ancestor of yours disobeyed the Spirity order, drawing the fury of the destiny. He has only himself to blame for his fate."

"Hmm, if you have any opinions, feel free to debate them in the sect. However, your sect has recently become 1st Degree sect, do you think you have become number 1? Haha, you should save yourself from those savages"

Orama's hand tightened around his pipe, killing intent spitting from his eyes.

Levos however still had the same icy grin on his face. Spiritual energy drummed around him, forming a grand, magnificent cloud that churned behind him as an overwhelming pressure spread.

The atmosphere between the two instantly turned hostile.

Alarm and surprise filled the faces of the numerous representatives below as they gazed upon this scene, clearly unable to comprehend why the two envoys had been angered.

The other 5 envoys spoke out to douse the sparks.

"No need to argue you two, they've already entered the spirity tower, and we should also begin."

Levos and Orama coldly snorted as they withdrew their boundless spiritual energy.

"Let's begin."

The seven envoys formed seals with their hands. Boundless spiritual energy suddenly shot forth, swirling in the air in front of them as it gradually turned into a giant spiritual energy mirror.

Light gathered within the mirror as a picture slowly appeared. If one took a closer look, one would see the 391 figures that had entered the Spirity Tower, the yellow bees could not enter the tower just like Skoll and Hati, but the envoys had the alternative.

After the 391 figures entered, they saw a towering majestic coliseum that stretched even further than the end of their sights. The grand and vast coliseum also appeared in the mirror.

Outside the Spirity Bailiwick, the various representatives seemed to jolt awake as their gazes looked towards the mirror.

They knew that the subsequent battle would definitely shake the entire Naran Continent.

Who would be able to distinguish themselves from the numerous elite geniuses, and make everyone else tremble before them?

"So this is the inside of the Spirity Tower"

Inside the Spirity tower, Ezra Zephyr lifted his head, astonishment involuntarily appearing on his face as he gazed upon the seemingly endless majestic coliseum that had appeared before his eyes.

The giant mountain gave off a majestic glow, faint mists swirling around it. The top was hidden in the mists that no one present was able to peer through.

391 figures stood on the ground of the coliseum, their heads tilted upwards to gaze upon it.

The ground of the coliseum was made of a very unique stones, reddish in colour as if they were washed by a flood of blood and broom of weapons.

Everyone gazed at each other, waiting for an announcement.

Now was the time to decide the side. On one side were Rolo Aur, Victor Brownmane, Salom Uqually and Ixtal Molarch's people.

On the other side stood Ezra Zephyr, John Stark, Farrie Holaleth, Leomord and Akkar. Behemoths on both sides but the one leaning was on Rolo's side.

They had around 156 members together with Victor's. Meanwhile, Ezra had 87 of Bloodfang Kingdom's martial masters, including himself and 5 apex geniuses of empires.

The remaining 143 were puzzled. However, that situation broke out as one joined Rolo's side. One after another, all the 143 people joined them, even some elves betrayed their princess Farrie and joined them.

299 vs 92, which was the ratio of both sides.

Regardless of the difference, an expression of delight could be seen in his eyes. He was happy to devour more of them.

It was at that time, a loud voice rang across the coliseum.

"Martial Masters who have reached so far, you truly are great offsprings of this continent.

The one named, Carlo Aur, has been sent to the next floor, as he has the capability of eliminating everyone here."

The unknown voice widened the eyes of geniuses, there were 391 people but a single individual had the power to eliminate them all.

Rolo Aur gritted his teeth as he stared at the mist filled roof.

The voice continued. "As for the rest, fight till only six of you remains. Either die or surrender, there are no other options for leniency."

As the words ended, the gazes and eyes filled with a murderous aura, two hundred ninety nine vs ninety two martial masters, a one sided battle if one sees as neutral.

Armaments were revealed, swords unsheathed, bow string's pulled.

"Kill them all!" Said Rolo.

"Spare none." Yelled Victor.

"Don't spare the prince of Stripe Beast Kingdom." Cried Ixtal Molarch.