The Atrocious Werewolf Prince



Behind the spiritual energy tree were numerous figures that gave off powerful presences, evidently the powerful experts of the Spirit Devouring Mountain. It seems that the internal department of the sect also viewed this event with extreme importance.

On the 1st branch, Master Antero cast his gaze downwards. It was as if nothing could hide from his gaze as it shined upon every disciple.

A single glance from him was seemingly capable of piercing even the netherworld, allowing him to clearly view every aspect of every individual.

Ezra Zephyr seemed to feel Master Antero's gaze pause just a little when it swept across him, before continuing on its path.

At the same time, Master Antero's grand and loud voice boomed across the area from high above like rumbling thunder. "The Spirit Devouring Mountain is recruiting 10000 disciples this time.

A single person per platform. I hope all the disciples will give their all. Higher the platform higher the standing in sect.

From this point, the official and unofficial outer mountain title is abolished, either you will be an outer mountain disciple or you will go back to your home. The top ten will directly become outer mountain gold belt disciples.

While the champion will be bestowed a Gamma Layer Skill or a similarly powerful Spell and chance to use Divine Spirit Ablution."

These words immediately caused the numerous unofficial outer mountain disciples below to burst into a frenzy, gaze after gaze beginning to burn as they overflowed with battle intent.

Master Antero smiled slightly at this sight before his powerful voice thundered again,

"Disciples, let the peak selection ceremony begin."

The instant Master Antero's words left his mouth, boiling battle intent exploded from the countless unofficial outer mountain disciples as burning gaze after gaze looked towards the pyramid made from 10000 stone platforms.

These platforms represented the number of people that could become outer mountain disciples, meaning there were only 10000 spots.

In comparison, there were several tens of thousands of unofficial outer mountain disciples. In other words, the majority would ultimately be eliminated. It was definitely going to be a highly intense struggle.

To occupy a platform and take a spot for yourself, you would need to experience difficult battle after battle. Only then would the other competitors be too intimidated to challenge you.

The gazes of countless disciples met, sparks flying.

Spiritual energy suddenly erupted. It was as if a fuse was lit, tearing apart the deadlock as countless disciples began to shoot forward a split second later.

They swarmed into the sky like locusts, flying towards the many stone platforms floating in the air. It was indeed a spectacular sight.

"Go! Today will be the day we show our might!" Drake let out an icy laugh as his cold gaze swept towards the nearby Ezra.

With a wave of his sleeve, vigorous spiritual energy erupted, and Drake took the lead to dash into the sky.

Behind him, Paul Channa, Toria and other powerful Shiyan and Rhiyan disciples also shot forth, closely following behind. Their menacing aura made it such that no one dared to obstruct them.

"All non-Naran disciples, go!" Ezra ordered.

Ash Bekham and Rock flinched. "Brother Ezra, all non-Naran? What about you guys?" Rock asked.

"Believe in me, every one of you who chose to follow me today will have a platform, it's certain."

Hearing the bold claim, the duo exchanged gazes and shot forward, leading the geniuses that they gathered.

Ray Lime looked at Ezra with a smile. "Brother Ezra, I believe you, don't betray us, it's a request." She said before marching ahead.

The prince nodded, and he looked at the leaving masses.

Ezra and his Naran subordinates calmly stood still and watched the disciples marching forward.

This action was seen by many, including those on the spiritual energy tree branches.

"What is he doing?" Master Franco of Divine Demon Peak asked.

Antero smiled. "That is something I am curious about as well."

"He should be punished for such ignorance." Said Master Bisma of Colleen Evil Peak.

At this point, the quiet old man spoke. "Don't vent your anger on him just because he is a handsome boy, not a handsome girl." He was none other than Master Uxama of Heavenly Fiend Peak.

Bisma sent a glare at him but remained silent.

Uxama continued. "I see tremendous potential in that youth, let him do what he wants, there is no rule that forces disciples to occupy platform faster. Time is not limited here."

He looked at Bisma. "It's another case if you have to take your beauty-preserving pills, only then your logicless impatience will be deemed as logical."

Bisma's face turned grave, she looked at the master of Arcane Wizardry Peak and said "Antero, keep his mouth shut."

"Uxama, do you want me to report Supreme Leader?" Antero uttered in a warning.

Uxama Ingale smiled and shook his head before turning his gaze again to the disciples.

Ezra Zephyr took in a deep breath as he gazed upon the sky full of glowing figures, burning battle intent rising from the depths of his eyes.

Xyr, Zulfi Dimitry, Argus Woska, Shifa Pista, Theor Galearms and the rest quietly stood behind them.

After three months of bitter training, it was finally time for them to show their worth.

"I want one thing from all of you, I spend my resources and time to nurture you. If anyone fails my expectation, then it would be better for him to commit suicide. Because what I'll do to him would be torturous and more terrible than death."

Many of the disciples unwillingly gulped and the rest licked their lips which dried from excitement.

"If your enemy shows a Special tier weapon then show yours as well, if not then keep it under your sleeve, even this humongous sect will be suspicious to see that number of Special Tier weapons.

All of you, help those who followed us and then claim the highest platforms for yourself. Kill all Shiyan and Rhiyan disciples at sight, with the exception of Ingale sisters."

With that said the werewolf prince of Bloodfang Kingdom moved. Black lightning danced around his feet as he jolted forward. "Let's go."