The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

Drake slowly walked forward, standing right in front of Ezra, the two now mere feet apart. Ezra's youthful, impassive face was reflected in the Drake' cold eyes as he softly said, "Ezra, you may have been able to ride roughshod over everyone in this tiny continent you came from, fully enjoying the status of a genius, but you need to recognize exactly where you are now…

This is Spirit Devouring Mountain, where Shiyan continent rules… The one who stands before you comes from the Shiyan's Tubble clan. My clan is of noble lineage in the Shiyan Continent… a level that you probably do not even know of.

I have a senior that is an elder in the Blood Slaughterer Peak and an elder sister in my clan is the personal disciple of the Blood Slaughterer Peak master."

Drake stared at Ezra in interest. Every word that was spat from his mouth seemed to bring with it an indescribable pressure. He obviously wanted to show that his background and relations from far from anything a no good Ezra could compare to.

If it was any other ordinary disciple, hearing Drake's words would likely give rise to fear in his heart.

Unfortunately, Ezra's eyes remained calm from start to end, not even the slightest ripple to be seen.

Seeing no response of any sort from Ezra Zephyr, Drake seemed to believe that the former was stunned and awed. An almost undetectable curve slowly lifted from the corners of his lips as he reached out a hand to gently pat Ezra's face.

"So can I ask you to keep your distance from Ravina Ingale? You can enjoy with Mahi, just stay away from Ravina, can you do that?"

When it was mere inches from Ezra's face, Drake's hand was grabbed by Ezra's.

The prince's stared at Drake, frowning as he said, "I originally believed that you should at least have some ability as the person recognized as number one in the outer mountains. I never expected that you would be so pathetic…"

"What did you say?" Drake's eyes darkened.

As Ezra grabbed the former's hand, he shook his head and said, "If you had talked about your own capabilities, I would have at least given a little recognition. But you ended up parading all of so-called background and relations. So what if your clan is powerful? Can it control the Spirit Devouring Mountain?

If it could, why would you need to say so much nonsense. You could have just kicked me out long ago.

That's why, your so-called background has no effect on me."

Disdain slowly rose from the corners of Ezra's mouth as he gazed at the cold expression on Drake's face and said.

"Listen boy, Mahi is only practicing the Gossamer Steps technique with me amd Ravina comes to check on her. If you can change her mind about it, feel free to go find her.

As for me, since I've accepted her tuition fees, I will definitely teach her if she comes. And if she comes, she'll bring Ravina along as well.

With regards to what you think, I don't have the tiniest bit of interest. If you really intend to do something, go ahead and take action. There's no need for you to put on an act and come warn me time and time again. As for your so-called background, if you are really able to beg for their help, feel free to…"

Every word from Ezra made Drake's expression turn a little stormier and darker. By the time the final word was said, a storm was already long brewing on his handsome face.

The prince blunt words had made Drake feel extremely humiliated.

He could not understand why a lowly person without any background at all would dare to speak in such a manner towards him?!

"I had originally intended to use the common people methods of people like Moshi and Roshi to make you understand that you should back off, but from what I can see, someone like you will only cry upon seeing the coffin!"

"You filthy werewolf, since you want to die, I will grant your wish!" Drake's eyes turned terrifyingly cold. A split second later berserk and ferocious spiritual energy violently exploded from his body.

"I wonder what kind of punishment I'll receive after I beat you to death today?"

The ground below his feet cracked open at this moment

Drake's five fingers turned into a fist as he sent a punch flying. Space around it distorted slightly as robust spiritual energy surged, like thunder as it swung straight towards Ezra's chest.

Ezra smiled slightly, his body immediately turned gossamer as he drifted back like wind.

Drake's punch may have been akin to a sudden and violent storm, but Ezra Zephyr was long prepared for it. With the Gossamer Steps he completely avoided all the punch winds.

However, there were still punch winds that ignored space and surged towards him.

"I'll teach you today that no matter how fast you can run, you're ultimately only a rabbit to be hunted!" Drake's expression was eerily cold. The tip of his foot pushed off the ground, his speed rapidly soaring as he pounced at Ezra.

Berserk spiritual energy continuously erupted from his body, felling many giant trees in the vicinity.

The prince coldy grinned as he gazed at Drake, who was about to use his full power. Energy also exploded from the former's body, black bolts of lightning dashing out from the top of his body, faintly forming the silhouette of a giant black wolf above.

"Drake, you'd better stop, you bastard!"

However, a sudden rage filled shout suddenly rang out the moment Drake charged forward as a fiery-red whip descended from the sky, viciously flicking towards him.

~ZAAPPAAK~

The air cracked under the whip. Drake's figure paused for a moment, before he drifted backwards.

He raised his head, only to see Ravina Ingale standing on a nearby boulder with a fuming look on her pretty face. Flames burned on the scarlet-red whip in her hand, melting the ground around her.