The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

Chapter 360 Relentless Search

"Can't believe that the Blood Slaughterer Peak disciples have trapped Ezra in a valley…"

"Furthermore, they're even being led by Umor. Looks like Blood Slaughterer Peak is going all out this time."

"Ezra is in trouble. However, it's also quite a testament to his ability to have the entire Peak banding together to hunt him down. Even if he fails this diamond belt selection, he will become famous in the Spirit Devouring Mountain."

"How could this happen!? I placed a huge bet on him!"

"Hey hey… don't worry, you saw how junior sister Shifa killed that disciple, even senior brother Isolde couldn't react. If Ezra has prohibited them from helping him then he must have had a plan."

"I think so too, we might see the biggest upset in diamond belt selection."

While all kinds of opinions and discussions erupted, practically everyone in the area turned their gazes to this particular spiritual energy mirror.

Atop the most majestic peak, the 7 Peak Masters also noticed the commotion.

A quick scan immediately told them what had happened, as astonishment flashed across their eyes.

It was extremely rare for all the disciples from a single to band together for the sake of dealing with a single person during a purple sash selection.

"Haha, Peak Master Tarar, it seems like your Blood Slaughterer Peak disciples are quite experienced in overwhelming others with numbers." Colleen Evil Peak's Master Sidra Vermidov's gaze swept around as a sneer arose on her red lips.

The handsome Blood Slaughterer Peak's Master, Tarar, was dressed in white today. He cast his rippleless deep pool-like eyes towards the depths of the mountain range, as surprise flashed within them.

It was evident that he did not expect his disciples to gang up on Ezra Zephyr.

However, he was only a little surprised and not angry at all.

Peak Master Tarar chuckled softly, before he said in an unconcerned manner, "Peak Master Sidra, the diamond belt selection does have its rules, and my disciples are not breaking any of them.

That disciple called Ezra has been riding high ever since he stepped on the sect's land, and others will obviously become displeased. They're youngsters after all.

However, after he has gone through this experience, I believe he will likely become a more composed individual in the future. Frankly speaking, this isn't bad news for him."

Peak Master Sidra chuckled. He looked towards a bald lanky man wearing blue clothes, as he smiled and said, "Of course, if my Blood Slaughterer Peak disciples break the rules, I will punish them personally."

The bald man was called Master Liam, he was the head of Disciplinary Elders. A separate entity under the direct order of the Supreme Leader. One of his few tasks was to keep everyone in check.

Even though he did not know why his disciples were targeting Ezra, it did not matter to him. After all, someone of his stature had no reason to concern himself with outer mountains' matters.

In his opinion, his Blood Slaughterer Peak disciples were not in the wrong either. Their actions aligned with the motto of their Peak to be straightforward and decisive like a weapon. Once you've decided, you should go ahead without any reservations.

Master Liam was in charge of the rules and punishments in the Spirit Devouring Mountain and was a stern and serious individual. Silver coloured his eyes as if they contained a world of void within them, a rather frightening sight to behold.

He indifferently said, "Although the Blood Slaughterer Peak disciples' actions have caused some tongues to wag, they did not break the rules."

At this moment, Peak Master Shims chuckled and said, "It is merely a dispute between disciples. There is no need for us to be overly concerned with this matter."

He paused for a moment, as he looked at Peak Master Tarar and said, "However, their actions today will easily draw the ire of others. Peak Master Tarar should remind his disciples that though it is good to be straightforward and decisive when one acts, the disciples from the other peaks are still your fellow brothers and sisters."

Peak Master Antero gently nodded and said, "Peak Master is right. I will discipline those rascals after the selection test."

However, judging by his expression, it was clear he did not think his disciples were in the wrong and had only said those words because the Arcane Wizardry Peak's master had spoken. Didn't Ezra kill disciples earlier? If the answer is yes, then why should he restrict the disciples of his Peak?

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Deep within the mountain range, in the outskirts of the valley.

Umor was standing atop a tree, his gaze tightly fixed on the valley. As time passed, he suddenly frowned a little. He had realized that the search party had already scanned the entire valley once. However, they had not uncovered any signs of the prince.

The Blood Slaughterer Peak disciples in the valley jumped into the sky and looked towards Ezra Zephyr in confusion.

"Senior brother Umor, we can't find him!"

Outside the valley, a wave of noise swept through the area, shock filling the faces of the many disciples from the various peaks. How did Ezra conceal himself so well?

A look of confusion flashed across Umor's eyes.

"Could he have fled?" Beside him, Denise's face was not looking too good at this moment.

Le Tian shook his head and said, "That's impossible. We have already sealed off this whole area. There is no way he has escaped! And one more thing, his subordinate Shifa Pista said he prohibited everyone from helping him. He wants to make a name for himself, by defeating us on his own."

"Then…" Denise hesitated for a moment. Their previous search had obviously failed to deliver any results.

"He must still be hiding inside, waiting for an opening to strike!" Umor decisively declared.

He waved his hand and said, "You guys follow me in again. I will lead the search!"

His body moved, taking charge of the nine disciples as they charged into the mist-filled valley.

With Umor now leading them, half an hour of time passed, before he jumped back onto the mountain with an ugly expression.