The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

However, just as they were about to stop the attack, an overwhelming pressure suddenly descended from the sky, forcing all of their Qi back into their bodies.

"The Holy Law Sect's envoy?!" Argus's and Zulfi's grave faces changed. The pressure had come from the 1st degree sect's envoy seated in the sky above.

Meanwhile, the scarlet-red fist of light had already arrived before Ezra Zephyr. Even a beginner Core Formation expert would fear the immense power contained within it.

"That guy is dead." One of the geniuses in the vicinity sighed. No one had expected that Victor would suddenly attack, not to mention his mercilessness. He clearly intended to kill Ezra Zephyr with a single punch.

The rage filled Zhou Yuan's crimson red eyes, the ferocious undulations that swept towards him naturally making his pupils tighten. However, he did not panic at this critical juncture, but instead suddenly took half a step forward.

He raised his hand in response, "Chaos Force." Ezra cried.

In the wake of the rage in Ezra's heart, lightning began to weave together in front of him, forming a black web like a shell that was a few feet wide.

The crackling thunderous shell gave off a feeling of destruction as if it was capable of destroying any heavy blow that could shatter a mountain.

~BOOOM~

The scarlet-red light fist smashed into the Chaos Lightning shell, scarlet-red qi raging as the black bolt thundered, the fist was eventually crushed and completely destroyed by the Chaos Force.

Ezra lowered his hand down, the lightning vanished right after, and his gaze was still looking at Victor. Fierce and bloodthirsty.

Countless gazes looked over as several people frowned. The actions of the 2nd prince of Brownmane Empire were really somewhat ugly. His level was clearly far beyond Ezra's, and yet the former still had to resort to such tactics.

"That other guy is probably dead, right?" Numerous voices rang out as they looked towards the dust cloud.

Somewhere else far away, Salom Uqually, Emily Jomez and the rest involuntarily burst out into laughter when they saw this scene. The sight of the Bloodfang's prince had finally become too irksome to Brownmane's prince.

Victor Benedict's expression remained indifferent as if his previous action had merely been akin to swatting an annoying fly.

Everyone stared as the dust settled. Next, their expressions suddenly changed. They had discovered that a figure was still standing within the falling dust. The stone floor beneath his feet had fractured, and strange black bolts could faintly be seen on his whole body.

However, the bolts slowly dimmed and vanished. Ezra Zephyr's expression was serene, but the killing intent that swelled within his eyes was practically akin to a bursting dam.

If not for the mastery of his force Black Lightning and the 6th grade martial spirit called Fenrir, Victor would have killed Ezra by now.

"Your majesty, are you alright?!"

"Prince Ezra!"

"Your majesty!"

Theor, Argus and Shifa along with others rushed to their prince's side.

Out of the bracelet, Skoll and Hati jumped out and growled, their tiny body rapidly growing as they transformed into mysterious giant wolves. Fire and Ice pulsed from their enormous mouths as they glared at Victor Brownmane.

They were extremely intelligent, and although they normally treated Ezra as their friend, but in their's eyes, Ezra was the closest person to them besides Fenrir, he was like their big brother. It was not fine for them to see anyone bully their elder brother, and the fact that this person had suddenly attacked was truly unforgivable.

The surrounding prided geniuses hastily retreated when they felt the wolves' ferocity.

At the same time, Zulfi's face had turned inconceivably cold for the first time. His hands were tightly clenched around his sword on his back and his gaze was eerily frosty as the qi between his hand and the sword's handle began to ripple faintly

"Don't be rash!" Ezra reached out a hand, grabbing Zulfi's firm wrist and gripped it tightly. He remembered the words of Fenrir to control his emotions and not be controlled by them.

Zulfi Dimitry looked towards his prince. His angry face calmed down and he bowed, he gritted his teeth to the point where its noise could be heard. He blamed himself that he had nearly allowed the Brownmane prince to kill Ezra in front of him.

"Stop!"

A booming shout descended from the sky at this moment. The Holy Law Sect's envoy had turned his gaze down, the pressure of a Nascent Soul stage expert sweeping down, suppressing Skoll and Hati, such that they were unable to move.

The Holy Law Sect envoy growled, "The Spirity Bailiwick is about to open, don't cause any trouble!"

Theor angrily said, "Then why didn't you stop Victor Brownmane earlier?!"

The corners of Shifa Pista also curled downwards as she remarked, "This envoy doesn't know the meaning of fair."

How could they not understand by now that the Holy Law Sect's envoy had purposely suppressed them earlier, preventing them from aiding Ezra.

It was obvious that the envoy of the Holy Law Sect was protecting Victor.

The surrounding geniuses also broke out into whispers. The actions of the Holy Law Sect's envoy were indeed rather unfair.

In the sky above, the envoy's expression turned somewhat ugly. He swept a cold glance at Ezra and the rest and declared, "Since you have complaints, don't enter the Spirity Bailiwick."

The faces of Bloodfang Kingdom's martial masters turned grave, "What a disgraceful envoy" they said.

However, just as the Holy Law Sect envoys' words rang out, a figure within a similarly dazzling ball of light in the far off sky seemed to turn his gaze and looked in their direction as a mocking voice subsequently followed.

"Haha, Stupid old man, you're representing the Holy Law Sect, at least try to act as if you belong to a noble seven sect."

"Haha, they are twisted to their cores." Said another female from the sky.

"Holy Law Sect? More like Wicked Lawless Sect." another voice came.