The Atrocious Werewolf Prince



James felt that Ezra was forgetting his place by dreaming the impossible so he continued. "And just so you know, a 1000 feet duct beast is an existence that even many rankers can only run from. There are very few people who had killed it throughout the years, there is only one person in recent few decades who has been able to hunt a 1000 feet duct beast and enjoy the 8th path ablution."

"Oh, who?" Asked Ezra with a slight smile, paying no attention to the thorns in James's words.

James slowly answered, "Who else but the inner mountain ranker Sith Wiggins?"

"Sith Wiggins…"

The prince's eyes trembled slightly. This name was akin to thunder even for a new outer mountain disciple like himself.

This Senior brother Sith Wiggins of his had left quite a number of legends in the Spirit Devouring Sect.

A dangerous possibility appeared in his mind. "Is he from the upper realm?!"

As someone who could raise the Divine Spirit Ablution to the 8 paths rank, it seems that Sith was indeed very capable. Although the prince had yet to meet these duct creatures, a 1000 feet duct beast that the other rankers could do nothing about was definitely not going to be easy to deal with.

"Junior brother Ezra, although you only have one chance for now, you should make sure to properly grasp it. It will be great if you manage to earn 4 paths of ablution." Consoled James.

The prince smiled and nodded in response.

While they were talking, a disturbance suddenly began to spread in the area, countless male disciples peering towards the distance with bubbling excitement.

The prince and the rest were also sensed something was going on and immediately raised their heads in curiosity. They caught sight of a spiritual energy cloud descending from the sky, landing on a mountain far away.

Skirts of all colours fluttered on the spiritual energy cloud as sweet and melodious voices spread from it. It had evidently been ferrying many girls.

At the very front, a young lady in white gracefully stood. A breeze blew past, making her fine black hair dance in the air, the sun shining down on an absolutely stunning face.

Flower patterns extended from the fringes of her skirt. Her features were extremely delicate, endowed with beauty that could cause the downfall of nations. On her clean forehead was a mole which gave her a noble look.

However, an iciness that kept everyone else a thousand miles away spread from the girl wearing a white skirt, like an unapproachable goddess of ice.

Even so, her radiance was dazzling. Though there were many pretty girls around her, they did not seem to glow as much as they should, appearing dull in comparison.

Amazement flitted across Ezra's eyes when he saw her because based on appearance and presence, the girl in a white skirt did not lose to Mahi Ingale or Ravina Ingale by much.

Moreover, the lady in front was quite similar to the later, both the cold and distant kind that kept others a thousand miles away.

The prince had already guessed her identity. According to the information he received, there was only one person in the outer mountains of Spirit Devouring Mountain whose appearance could make so many male disciples go crazy.

Who else could it be but the 4th ranked Ella Abella, this lady was the 4th strongest disciple in the outer mountains.

"Ella Abella… I can't believe that she's here too."

Atop a certain mountain, Mubarak, James and the rest gazed from afar at the stunning and graceful figure standing on another peak, surprise appearing on their faces. Each of the top 10 rankers owned a small land in the energy reservoir, and could thus enter any time they wanted, not needing to wait for the reservoir to open every 5 months like everyone else. Therefore, they almost never chose to squeeze in with the others during this period.

Hence, Ella's appearance was pretty unexpected for the group.

"So, that girl is Ella Abella." Ezra was also looking at the pretty figure. As a male, he was naturally somewhat curious about the individual said to be the number one beauty of the sect in younger generations.

From what he could see, she was indeed a wonder of sorts.

Swish!

However, just as the numerous disciples began their work, the sound of rushing wind was once again heard from far away in the sky. A dark green spiritual energy cloud descended from the sky and landed on one of the mountaintops, drawing countless gazes over.

The cloud dispersed, revealing a slim figure. It was a young man in black, his black hair scattered over his shoulders. He had a defined, chiselled look, but what stood out the most were his eyes. 

They were pitch-black like ink, akin to a pair of black stones, and appeared rather enigmatic. He was a better-looking version of Ezra Zephyr.

One could just barely make out the sword-like runes on the black sleeves that gently fluttered as a breeze blew past, as an indescribably sharp and formidable sword spiritual energy spread from his body, making it seem as if the cry of a sword was ringing across the area.

When he stood there, it felt as if he was not a human, but an unsheathed divine sword.

The eyes of countless female disciples began to glow as they passionately gazed at the youth in black.

Ezra Zephyr's also looked towards the youth in black as his expression turned somewhat serious. Just looking at the latter made him feel a slight stabbing pain in his eyes because the spiritual energy in the latter's body was just too sharp.

In the Spirit Devouring Mountain, only those from Blood Slaughterer Peak would possess such sharp Genesis qi.

Therefore, the identity of the youth in black was already clear as day.

Ezra Zephyr asked in a low voice, "He is… the number 3 of the top 10 rankers, Wilson Sallow?"

Mubarak nodded with a similarly serious expression. "That's right. He is Wilson Sallow."

In the face of such an individual, even diamond belt disciples like them felt enormous pressure.

However, the prince was calm and was smirking

While they were still in shock due to Wilson's appearance, another spiritual energy cloud descended from the sky. Atop the cloud was a young man wearing robes on which countless ancient runes had been inscribed. The runes alternated between glowing and dimming as unique undulations spread.

The youth in robes wore a warm smile on his face, looking like quite the handsome young chap as his clothes fluttered in the breeze.