The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

The disciples from Elder Lo's faction were already cheering. All of their faces were flushed with excitement and emotion.

There was no longer any of the past contempt when the disciples from the other peaks looked over, but instead curiosity in their eyes. Ezra's performance in this diamond belt selection test clearly made the other disciples no longer dare to look down on Alchemic Rune Peak like before.

Mubarak sighed as he said, "Junior brother Ezra is truly amazing."

Ezra's victory was certainly a tremendous boost to their reputation.

Elder Lkstroked his beard, a big smile on his typically stern face. He seemed to feel increasingly gratified as he looked at the prince.

"Old man Lo, it seems like you have picked up a gem this time." Elder Song walked over as he smiled at Elder Lo. The envy in his voice was difficult to conceal.

Ezra Zephyr had stolen the show today, and since he belonged to Elder Lo's faction, it would inevitably also allow Elder Lo to gain face.

In fact, it had been a long time since such amazing battle accomplishments had come from someone from their Alchemic Rune Peak.

Nearby, Aily and the rest were wide-eyed as they stared at this scene.

Aily involuntarily said, "That man is simply too strange. It's almost like he's an abnormality!"

One of the disciples around her quietly whispered, "Senior sister, do you think that he has the qualifications to surpass senior Sith Wiggins now?"

Aily made a pose like she was going to hit him, as she angrily said, "Are you looking for a beating…"

She paused for a moment, her lips pulling outwards as she said, "I admit that he's very formidable, as for your question… I don't want to answer it."

She stared at that slim figure in the spiritual energy mirror in silence for a moment, before she slowly opened her mouth again.

"If we give him some years, I believe he might be able to surpass senior Sith and become the apex disciple of our Spirit Devouring Mountain. Perhaps… he may truly be the one that will lead our sect back to glory."

A wave of noise surged through the mountains, clearly demonstrating how shocked the many disciples were inside. To be more accurate, it even spread to the highest peak.

7 powerful existences that were renowned across the entire Naran Continent, turned their attention towards the deepest part of the mountain range. They were naturally aware of the outcome of that fight. For a time, surprise flashed across the faces of peak masters.

"Haha, this is interesting." Master Antero chuckled, a look of appreciation in his eyes. As the peak master of the leading peak, he naturally felt pleased to have such an outstanding disciple in the sect.

Colleen Evil Peak Master Bisma also looked in amazement at the figure in the depths of the mountain range. She soon turned to look at Peak Master Tarar and said with a skin-deep smile, "Master Tarar, Blood Slaughterer Peak has been constantly snatching up all the most talented disciples over the years. But from what I can see, they don't seem to amount to much. I can't believe that the entire team was eliminated by a single Alchemy disciple."

She did not get along well with peak master Tarar and was naturally not going to miss out on the chance to rub it on when Blood Slaughterer Peak had suffered such a huge loss.

Peak Master Tarar nonchalantly smiled as he said, "That disciple named Ezra Zephyr is truly a rarely found good seedling."

His gaze swept towards a certain direction, where the elders from Blood Slaughterer Peak were located. When these elders noticed his gaze, all of them lowered their heads in embarrassment.

The eliminated disciples belonged to their factions after all.

Peak Master Tarar suddenly said, "It seems like my gold belt disciples lack training."

The group of elders heard his words and felt their hearts shake when they heard his words. Even though they could not detect any hints of anger in Peak Master Tarar's voice, his words were evidently voicing his displeasure.

Umor and the gang's performance had made Peak Master Tarar feel quite humiliated. After today's debacle, punishment was unavoidable.

As elders of Blood Slaughterer Peak, they clearly understood Master Tarar's character. If Umor and his crew managed to finish off Ezra Zephyr, even if others complained that they were ganging up on him, the peak master would ignore them. This was because he only cared about the results and not the process.

However, Umor and his crew had lost, causing Blood Slaughterer Peak to lose face in the Spirit Devouring Mountain. In Master Tarar's eyes, these disciples would undoubtedly be regarded as useless.

As they thought about the punishment that Umor and the rest would face, the elders could only sigh inside. Umor was actually an extremely talented disciple. Otherwise, there was no way he could become the number one gold belt disciple of Blood Slaughterer Peak. However, the peak master's opinion of him would drop drastically after today.

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While the entire place was in shock, Ezra gently massaged his throbbing head in the flattened valley.

Blood Slaughterer Peak had lost a great amount of face today, and would likely face some difficulties in the near future. Therefore, they would likely be unable to spare energy to cause trouble for him for the time being.

As he lifted his hand, mark after mark began to fly over, landing on the back of his hand.

There were a total of 25 marks.

These were the marks donated to him by Denise Tubble and other Blood Slaughterer Peak disciples.

With these marks, he could finally ascend one of the peaks. At the very least, he was definitely going to become a diamond belt disciple. However, the prince was not looking for the least.

After collecting the marks, Ezra Zephyr lifted his head and looked at the other disciples around the edges of the valley. They had been observing the fight between him and Blood Slaughterer Peak previously.