The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

While the countless prided geniuses of the Naran Continent flooded into the Spirity Bailiwick, no one knew that something important was happening in a certain far-off side outside the mist of Spirity Bailiwick.

On a particular mountain, dazzling light was currently exploding from a peak top. One would see that an enormous spiritual imprint boundary had been inscribed into the ground. Astonishing undulations pulsed from it, gathering all of the surrounding spiritual energy.

At this current time, 4 figures teleported to the centre of this gigantic Genesis Rune boundary out of nowhere. Three were elders while one was a youth.

Extremely powerful spiritual energy rippled from the bodies as terrifying pressures suffocated the area.

One of the 4 people, a bearded old man said in a low voice, "Carlo, this continent is in the eyes of our gods, the Spirity Bailiwick has already been opened, and we will soon start to pour our qi until the tear appears and send you in.

You are the most elite prided genius, trained since your birth and your task will be to snatch away the greatest gift of the Spirity Bailiwick and be selected in a top sect, we must control this continent. Our gods in the upper realm desire it.

If you succeed, your futures will definitely be limitless and Sir Lapu Lapu will be happy!"

Another old granny in black said, "The Naran Continent is a chaotic mess in comparison to other Continents that are controlled by 'Them'.

You are the most elite prided genius that we have spared no effort in nurturing. Therefore, you absolutely cannot lose to the geniuses from this lower realm Continent!"

At that time, the spiritual imprint boundary quaked and three more figures arrived.

One of the three newcomers inside the Spiritual Imprint boundary scratched the back of his head, displaying an innocent smile as he asked, "Dear elders, can you repeat everything, you said to Carlo, please?"

"Why are you here as well?" Asked the elder.

"To help Carlo."

The 4 elders exchanged gazes before sighing, and they explained to the newcomers.

The same newcomer asked "Although there are no powerful factions in the lower realm, the envoys from the seven sacred sects will be there. Will they accept us in their sects if they know we came from the Upper realm?

The bearded elder answered in an indifferent tone, "The gifts and blessings of the world do not belong to any one person. If the geniuses of this Naran Continent are incapable of securing the gifts offered to them, they will naturally be passed on to those with ability.

That's why the seven 1st tier sects' envoys will not say anything even if they find out. As long as you succeed, you will also naturally be able to enter the seven 1st tier sects."

In the Spiritual Imprint boundary, a tall and slender girl waved her hand and nonchalantly said, "Relax, it's just a mere continent of the lower realm. We've already familiarized ourselves with their top geniuses, and they won't be much of a problem.

The granny in black looked towards the centre of the group where a young man in brownish loincloth stood, he had half sleeves shirt, and this attire was strange and seemed to have traditional values. "Carlo Aur, with the newcomers you will serve as the leader on this mission, and everyone else will listen to your orders."

The eyes of the youth in brown loincloth had been lightly shut since the beginning, only slowly opening after hearing the granny's words. Black pupils that seemed to contain pure calmness, an incomparably strange sight.

He did not reply to the granny, but instead looked towards the other three geniuses with those pitch-black eyes as he said in a detached manner, "Regardless of whether it is the geniuses of the lower realm continent or you guys, whoever obstructs me will be... killed."

His tone was as ordinary as could be, containing neither emotion nor killing intent. When he spoke, however, the other elite geniuses shivered and unexpectedly did not retort.

"Will you kill your brother as well, Carlo?" The tall lady said as he looked at the guys beside her. The 3rd one who came had the same features as Carlo, Brownish Loincloth and Sleeveless shirt, only he was less bulky and slightly different in features.

No one answered her question, she scoffed and ignored them.

Upon seeing that no one had anything to say, the youth in brownish loincloth lifted his head, looked outside of the Spiritual Imprint boundary and nonchalantly said, "Let's begin."

The bearded old man and the other three nodded. With a wave of their sleeves, vigorous spiritual energy whizzed out and poured into the Spiritual Imprint boundary. It immediately began to shake as space started to twist and distort.

While the space around them distorted, the four figures within the Spiritual Imprint on the ground gradually faded away. With one final burst of light, their figures completely disappeared.

Upon seeing the four figures vanish, the bearded old man and his group finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"The Naran Continent is nothing special, yet they possess such treasure called Spirity Bailiwick. We can't be blamed for having designs on it."

"Haha, relax. Carlo Aur and the other three are the most outstanding younger generation talents that are born for this task. With them in play, what can the geniuses of a tiny lower realm possibly amount to?" Said another aged man.

"Yes, there will be no obstructions this time. As long as they manage to obtain the greatest gift, we might have our own continent in the lower realm. When that happens, we will get countless geniuses as they ascend to a higher realm and become a true behemoth-like existence in Upper Realm.

<Inside the Spirity Bailiwick>

What appeared before Ezra Zephyr and Theor was an endless antique land, ancient trees that reached into the sky, and hoary giant mountains that seemed to pierce the clouds.

The entire land was filled with a powerful and barbaric aura.

When one looked towards the sky, one would no longer see the swirling mist, but instead, a dim yellow hue that was clearly different from the outside world.

"I'm afraid that this Spirity Bailiwick exists in a different space." Mumbled the prince of Bloodfang to Theor.

This Spirity Bailiwick may perhaps be a tiny corner of the Naran Continent, but the land reflected in his eyes was extremely vast. If one really had to compare, it may even be larger than the entire Naran Continent.

"To think a dead body of a 5th-grade Martial Animal would become such a mystical land..." Theor sighed. He truly wondered how strong the so-called 5th grade Martial Spirit was that his body could transform into a world of its own.

"Some say a Spiritual Transformation stage expert died while others claim that it was a 5th tier Martial Animal, which side is authentic?" asked prince.

"No one can claim because it happened god knows when, I'll believe in 5th tier Martial Animal one because that theory has more believers."

The prince smiled as he listened to the intelligent Theor Galearm.

"Hmm... It seems that some of our people will take some time to reach here."

Ezra said after looking at the compass and scanned his surroundings, finding it completely empty and without a single soul in sight. It was more than obvious that no one except them was there.

"Looks like we'll have to get going alone," Ezra said and shook his head. He was not worried about them, he just wanted to reduce the casualties of precious 5th-grade spirit holders.

Ezra did not hesitate for long, randomly choosing a direction as Chaos Force began to rise around him. With a stamp of his foot, his body shot forward and Theor followed.

After travelling at full speed for about a dozen minutes, the prince's eyes suddenly focused. A lake had appeared some distance to his front.

The werewolf prince concentrated, his expression involuntarily changing a split second later. He had discovered a figure standing by the lakeside.

A giant bulky man and a dignified aura. Everything about the figure was just too domineering. It was a bearman, Ezra recognised the features.

The man felt Ezra's presence and dashed, within a split moment, he arrived near the prince, and his towering body looked down on Ezra.

He wore a dress that had a noble family crest on it.

"Bearman from Striped Beast Empire!" Said Ezra.

"Are you, Ixtal Molarch?" Asked Theor.

"And you are..." Ixtal said as his gaze fell on their crest and continued "from Bloodfang Kingdom"

So many people had been scattered, but they just had to encounter Ixtal Molarch.

The bearman could not help but break out into a soft laughter that gradually grew louder and louder.

After laughing for some time, he finally stopped, staring at the prince as he said, "Do you know what I was thinking about just now?

I was thinking about where should I go to kill royal blood, and just as this problem was beginning to vex me, you decided to appear.

Do you know what this means? It means that the crown prince of Bloodfang Kingdom will die at my hands. A fake prince of fake Beastmen Empire, there is only one true Beastmen country and that's Striped Beast Empire, the rest are fakes."

Ixtal stared at Ezra, a toying look in his eyes as if he was looking at prey that could not escape the palm of his hand.

In response, Ezra simply chuckled.