The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

Chapter 358 Displeased Disciples

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News of this hunt quickly caused a huge commotion in the depths of the mountain range. Numerous disciples sighed at Blood Slaughterer Peak's shamelessness and how unfortunate Ezra Zephyr was.

However, even though they sympathised with Ezra Zephyr, practically no one was planning to assist him. After all, in their opinion, Ezra's foundations were weak, and Alchemic Rune Peak was in a pitiful state. Therefore, it didn't seem worthwhile to assist him and incur the wrath of the rising Blood Slaughterer Peak.

This situation naturally also caused quite an uproar outside the mountain range, with numerous disciples showing their disapproval. After all, it was unbecoming of Blood Slaughterer Peak to gang up on the rising star, one who could revive the dead Alchemic Rune Peak.

However, their criticisms would not change anything, because there was no such thing as absolute fairness in the world and this place was Spirit Devouring Mountain, worst of all. Ezra's reputation had grown too quickly, and it was unavoidable for him to eventually suffer some backlash.

The most outraged amongst them were naturally Bloodfang members and Elder Lo's disciples. Blood Slaughterer Peak's actions were clearly displaying their complete disregard for Elder Lo's faction. Hence they could so blatantly go about this operation without any fear of retaliation.

Elder Lo's expression darkened slightly, as anger flashed across his eyes. However, he ultimately suppressed his rage with a deep breath.

The diamond belt selection was a cruel test, and there were barely any rules. Therefore, he did not really have any grounds to lodge a complaint to the peak master.

As such, the prince could only rely on himself.

Elder Song and his disciples were outraged as well. After all, they were fellow disciples from Alchemic Rune Peak, making Blood Slaughterer Peak's actions also a display of disrespect towards them.

In the face of this scene, even Aily, who always seemed to have some misgivings about Ezra, frowned deeply as she gritted her teeth and said, "I wish I could throw these rascals into the pit of hell!"

However, there was nothing else she could do besides swearing out loud. Even if they had more participants from their peak to assist Ezra, they would only be akin to a mantis before a cart.

The other disciples around her fell silent.

Aily stared at that fleeing young figure as she gritted her teeth and said, "Ezra, if you manage to surprise me again today... then I… I will acknowledge that in the future you have the qualifications to surpass senior brother Sith Wiggins."

The disciples around her stared at her in shock. This was the first time a die-hard fan of senior brother Sith Wiggins like herself had spoken such words...

Aily menacingly glared back at them. "What are you guys looking at? Do you really believe that he can do it?!"

All of them shut their mouths, speechless as they shook their heads.

Against the most elite gold belt disciples from Blood Slaughterer Peak, how could he possibly turn the tables by himself?!

In contrast to the anger from Elder Lo and Elder Song's disciples, the disciples who came from Blood Slaughterer Peak were rejoicing at Ezra's misfortune. They weren't originally from Alchemic Rune Peak, and did not consider themselves as the disciples of this dying peak.

As such, they only felt delight when Ezra was being hunted by Blood Slaughterer Peak.

Wasn't he being arrogant previously? But now, it seems like all he can do is flee like a dog that has lost its home.

…

As the crowd watched, the pursuing figures chased deep into the mountain range. In the end, the faint silhouettes of ten misty mountain peaks began to appear.

It seemed like they were beginning to approach the end.

Meanwhile, the prince darted into a valley. Dense mist churned in the valley, obscuring his figure.

Behind him, the sound of rushing wind was heard as glowing figure after figure descended from the sky, blockading the entire valley.

Umor and Denise's figures also descended, landing on a giant tree.

They stared at the valley before them and exchanged a look as mocking smiles appeared on their faces.

After such a long chase, the panicked wild beast had finally run out of stamina.

Quite several disciples soon appeared in the vicinity of the valley. The commotion caused by the Blood Slaughterer Peak disciples was far too large and had naturally drawn over the disciples from the other peaks.

Umor's gaze swept about the area as he cupped his fists together with a faint smile, "This is between Ezra Zephyr and my  Peak. If we have disturbed anyone, allow me to apologise."

He was subtly warning them not to get involved.

The eyes of the disciples that had rushed over flickered faintly in thought. However, they ultimately did not say anything in response. They were after all not close to Ezra Zephyr and naturally did not want to offend Umor and his crew.

However, not everyone was of the same opinion.

"Umor, isn't your peak being too shameless? If you still have a backbone, go and fight Ezra one-on-one. At least you'll have a respectful victory if you win. Why resort to such measures" A clear voice sounded as an alluring beauty walked out and coldly snorted.

It was Aelna Bink of Arcane Wizardry Peak.

After all, she had close ties to Ravina and Mahi, the trio were from the Rhiyan continent and they had even specifically asked her to aid Ezra Zephyr. Therefore, when she saw the prince being chased, she naturally had to stand up for him.

Umor frowned slightly when he saw Aelna step forward.

However, even before Umor could reply, another voice interjected, "Aelna, you're still such a busybody. Since you seem to have so much time on your hands, how about you and I have a fight now?"

The crowd turned their heads, only to see a man in black robes walking forward. Though he looked rather ordinary, the eyes of the crowd widened at the sight of his face.

Zenith Ghost Peak, Isolde Lochsend. He was also one of the top contenders for the championship.