The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

Ash Bekham was very efficient. By the time afternoon arrived, he had already invited over all of the outstanding individuals from other continents amongst the current batch of unofficial outer mountain disciples.

In a certain little house by the mountain creek.

The prince was seated on a rock, a dozen youthful figures seated before him. Robust spiritual energy spread from these figures, every action and gesture they made filled with a certain aura of pride.

Most of the individuals who had been invited were after all elites amongst the first class disciples. They were normally surrounded by many of their peers, enjoying the feeling of the world seemingly revolving around them. Hence, it was natural that they did not lack pride.

Especially the two figures at the very front, a young lanky man and a well-statured woman.

The young lady wore a long dark cyan dress, her fine black hair reaching to her waist. Her face was pretty, and her skin was white as snow. She was called Ray Lime and was quite well known amongst the unofficial outer mountain disciples. Due to her good looks, she had many admirers.

The lanky male wore long gold robes, his hair scattered behind him. His wild-looking face gave off a proud aura. He was known as Rock.

These two were also ranked amongst the top ten unofficial outer mountain disciples and could be said to be one of the rare few from the other continents that were able to vie with the Shiyan and Rhiyan disciples.

Ray appeared calm, though her eyes would covertly sweep towards Ezra Zephyr to examine him.

Rock, on the other hand, was even more unbridled, his gaze uncourteously sizing up Ezra Zephyr, as if trying to discover the latter's bottom line.

Ray inquired in a soft and gentle voice, "May I ask why Brother Ezra has gotten Brother Ash to gather us here?"

The numerous disciples present cast their gazes over.

If it was two months prior, not a single one of them would have answered Ezra's call. However, Ezra's reputation had recently risen, making no one dare to underestimate him. Thus, they decided to come here out of respect after listening to Ash Bekham's words.

The prince's expression was calm as he gazed upon the group. There was no beating about the bush as he said, "I believe everyone has already heard of how Drake intends to divide the top ten spots in the peak selection ceremony."

Everyone could not help but frown slightly upon hearing this.

Rock let out an icy chuckle. "This matter may even be related to Brother Ezra."

"Are you trying to say that if there was no feud between me and Drake, he would put up with you guys?" Ezra's scarlet eyes hardened slightly as he looked towards Rock and said in a cold voice, "Hoping for others to be more lenient and give you some scraps, is this all your dignity worth?"

By the side, Ash Bekham was alarmed and Gill Subzi sighed, Ash was not expecting Ezra Zephyr's words to be so sharp even at the start.

Sure enough, the numerous disciples present began to buzz angrily, rage filling their eyes as they looked towards Ezra Zephyr. Their proud selves were unable to accept the werewolf's words.

Rock's complexion turned green with anger as he gnashed his teeth and said, "You do have a way with words, why not go reason with Drake."

A trace of unhappiness could also be seen on Ray Lime's pretty face as she said, "Brother Ezra, you should also know how powerful Drake Tubble is. What else can we do but be accommodating?

If you asked us here only to humiliate us, then we will not accompany you any further."

Ezra's eyelids lowered slightly as he looked towards the indignant crowd and said, "Looks like you guys still have a bit of fight in you. If not, it would have been meaningless to gather you."

He shook his head, looking directly at them as he cut straight to the point. "I've asked all of you here to tell you that I intend to contest for first place with Drake in the peak selection ceremony.

If you guys don't plan on struggling for those two pathetic spots, listen to my instructions when the time comes."

Ash Bekham grabbed his face. Ezra's words were way too direct. It seemed as if he had no plans of trying to properly talk things out.

Sure enough, the numerous disciples looked at each other, before sniggers began to emerge.

"What shameless boasting. A 2nd Level Core Formation like you intends to vie for first place with Drake?" Rock was the first to lose control. "How much did your arrogance swell after defeating Roshi in a spiritual technique match?

Naive boy. Time is pressing for me, so I'm afraid that I can't afford to entertain your delusions any longer."

Rock coldly snorted as he stood up, intending to leave.

"What a bunch of rotten-head dunces, do any of you have the balls to defeat your instructor in the spiritual technique that he teaches?" Asked Ezra with mockery.

These words flinched everybody, nobody dared to say 'yes'. Regardless of how much they belittle Ezra's accomplishments, he without a doubt has made a legend.

The prince continued. "You all are failures! You failed to join any enormous sect in your continent and had to come here, a dying sect that lost its position of 1st-degree and has become a weak 2nd-degree sect.

Who do you think you are? Are you the best in your continent? No! Are you strongest? No! Am I the best in my continent, Yes! Am I strongest? Yes!

Accept the reality and drop the curtains on your gulled rancid bazoo."

The words of Ezra Zephyr fell like the rain of arrows, piercing every part of hearers.

Ash Bekham shook her head. Ezra Zephyr seemed to be way too arrogant.

The 1st part played its role, the 2nd part for them to submit was to beat them till they were convinced.

Hence, he immediately said, "If you find my words hard to digest, then receive a strike from me and I will apologize right here, right now."

"Arrogant asshole!" Rock's eyes widened as he laughed in anger.