The Atrocious Werewolf Prince



"Isolde!" Aelna's brows tightly knitted together as she icily said, "And what does this have to do with you?"

Isolde was expressionless, not giving her an answer. However, his stance was already clear. If Aelna intervened, he would step forward to stop her.

Aelna suddenly realised and angrily clenched her fists. "You are aiding them because Ezra killed someone from the Shiyan continent in the peak ceremony, right?" Isolde didn't deny it and nodded his head.

"What an imbecile, all these gears and you haven't considered this continent as your home." 

Isolde was quiet but a person beside him opened his mouth. "That new guy, what was his name… ah! Ezra Zephyr. He doesn't deserve to be in the limelight, we are of noble birth and came from a noble continent to rule the lowly Naran Continent and make it habitable.

Ezra is a classless moron and bastard son of a useless king. They will soo-"

~SSHIIINNN~

Before that man could speak any further, a labrys kissed his neck. As a result, the head of that fellow flew into the sky leaving a fountain of blood behind.

~THUD~

The head of that disciple fell and the next moment someone stomped it into minced meat.

The eyes of the disciples including Isolde widened at the scene, too shocked to move. They looked at the headless body before the light teleported it away.

"Scums who speak foul about our prince shall not be spared." Said the beheader as she whipped the blood off of labrys and moved.

"We have the strength to kill you all but you are in luck, our prince has prohibited us. And as his loyal subordinates, we shall abide by his wishes" 

Who else it could be other than Shifa Pista of Bloodfang Kingdom?

"If it's not for his majesty. You would have been killed by Zulfi Dimitry long ago." 

Umor flinched, he knew who Zulfi was, Blood Slaughterer Peak's younger generation star.

Shifa looked at Aelna and said. "Senior sister, thank you for your concern but let them go. Our prince will handle them by himself."

Aelna understood and nodded his head. Shifa looked at Isolde before turning to go.

"Wait! You beast girl, do you know that you have killed a disciple of your own peak?" Isolde said with visible anger on his face.

Shifa nodded her head. "Yes, did I break any rule? There are only 10 seats so fighting with fellow peak members is inevitable."

"You will go for the top 10 seats? Is that what you mean?" 

"Yes. We don't need to fight, senior brother. It's meaningless now, I killed the man who spouted blasphemous words against our prince. So, I don't have much else to do here. If you want to avenge him, do it on a bigger stage, one of the top 10 peaks."

Shifa said and then walked away, The disciples looked at her until her figure vanished, Isolde recomposed himself, he and Aelna glared at each other for one last time before they both turned and disappeared as well.

The only remaining disciples belonged to Blood Slaughterer Peak. Umor withdrew his gaze. He stared at the now locked-down valley, his eyes narrowing slightly as his indifferent voice sounded. "Go."

At the sound of his voice, the surrounding Blood Slaughterer Peak disciples immediately charged into the valley.

Atop the tree, the corners of Denise's lips raised slightly as she watched this scene.

…

~SWOOSH SWISH~

The instant Umor's voice sounded, 9 Blood Slaughterer Peak disciples split off from the group surrounding the valley and dashed into its fog-filled depths.

That valley was quite large, and its topography was rather complex. However, this was not a problem for the 9 individuals, who quickly arranged themselves in a fan formation and began sweeping the area inch by inch.

Umor stood atop a tree, his arms crossed across his chest as he instructed, "The rest should prepare yourselves. We'll move the moment we pinpoint Ezra's location."

There were nearly 10 figures stationed outside the valley, their sharp gazes continuously scanning the interior of that misty valley.

Aelna could only release a soft sigh as she watched from afar. There were other Arcane Wizardry Peak disciples beside her, but they had no ties to Ezra Zephyr except one, Xyr. 

They were quite willing to aid Ezra Zephyr, in Inner Mountain, Arcane Wizardry Peak is the strongest. However, in outer mountains, the strongest peak was Blood Slaughterer Peak, Securing 1st and 3rd rank while Arcane Wizardry Peak disciple was 2nd strongest.

So they wanted a chance to beat Blood Slaughterer Peak because they were sure to win this time. They had two monsters with them, Aelna Bink and Xyr. But to their bad luck, Xyr himself stopped them from interfering, he said their involvement will tuin his master's fun.

The chase of Ezra made Aelna rather puzzled, she pondered why the Blood Slaughterer Peak disciples were so obediently following Umor's instructions. Normally speaking, this would only happen if either the chief disciple… or one of the two rankers gave the order.

However, why would someone of that standing have beef with a gold belt disciple like Ezra Zephyr?

Her eyes were furrowed in thought for a long time, but she could ultimately only shake her head in defeat before she looked towards the valley in pity. It seems that she had no way to help this time.

Ezra was already in a checkmate in Aelna's eyes. After all, there was no way he could defeat all the elite gold belt disciples from Blood Slaughterer Peak by himself. But she was also confused about why he rejected every help, is he that strong or just a plain fool?

"Junior sisters, I tried to help but the person you both like doesn't need my help, I'm sorry…"

Outside the mountain range, everyone stared at the scene projected by the spiritual energy mirror with gritted teeth and clenched fists. Meanwhile, the commotion was also picked up by practically all of the other watching disciples, causing them to break out into noise.

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