The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

Chapter 365 Startling Prodigy

As more and more crimson bolts rained down, the water shield began to grow thinner and thinner.

Denise urgently said, "Senior brother Umor, I am afraid that the Holy Water Pearl won't last much longer."

Umor solemnly nodded. He icily stared at Ezra and said, "Let's join forces and transform our energy into swords! We must shatter the crimson clouds!"

~BAANNG~

As the voice rang out, a torrent of powerful spiritual energy shot into the sky.

The Blood Slaughterer Peak disciples around him also began to circulate their spiritual energy. Stream after stream of energy gathered together, transforming into a several hundred feet tall spiritual energy pillar in the air.

The spiritual energy rose straight into the sky like smoke. A sharp and deadly aura pulsed from it, causing the surrounding space to distort.

Umor clapped his hands together. He was the person in charge, and the thick spiritual energy column in the sky was thus under his control.

The pressure of wielding such tremendous power caused the veins to pop out on his forehead, and even his eyes began to turn blood-red.

He gritted his teeth and began directing the energy. Under the shocked eyes of the crowd, the giant spiritual energy pillar began to shrink, before it finally transformed into a several hundred feet large glowing sword.

That glowing sword towered between the land and the sky, pulsing with an unrivalled aura of sharpness.

"Hey, look at Umor, he is able to gather the spiritual energy from the other disciples and transform it into a sword…" Several disciples sighed in admiration.

"The spiritual energy that they practise seems to be of the same source. Looks like Blood Slaughterer Peak does have its unique methods."

"If Umor can destroy the crimson clouds, Ezra Zephyr's boundary will fall apart. Umor does indeed live up to his title as the number one gold belt disciple of Blood Slaughterer Peak. Amazingly, he found a way out even in such a desperate situation."

Atop the boulder, the prince naturally realised what Umor and the rest were doing. His spiritual energy shuddered, and the red clouds in the sky began to shrink into the shape of a funnel, as alarming spiritual energy undulations began to converge.

Manipulating the boundary on such a grand scale was naturally extremely taxing on Ezra Zephyr's body. In fact, a grade 4 boundary is the peak limit of a Core Formation stage expert.

However, despite the pain, he showed no signs of stopping. At this juncture, all he could do was advance. Otherwise, he won't be able to show the sect what he wanted to.

Therefore, the prince remained calm, while the shuddering of his energy grew increasingly violent.

Under the nervous stares of the crowd, both parties prepared their strongest attack in hopes of utterly blowing away the other.

The veins on Umor's face squirmed violently, making him appear rather hideous. He looked at the giant glowing sword, feeling the powerful sharp energy within before his eyes locked onto Ezra Zephyr.

"If you want my Blood Slaughterer Peak to become your stepping stone, I can only tell you to stop dreaming."

In the wake of his yell, the glowing sword suddenly dashed into the sky, leaving behind a tail of flames. Sword spiritual energy howled, charging straight towards the crimson thunderclouds in the sky.

Ezra's tightly shut eyes finally opened at this moment, a trail of blood dripping from the corner of his eye. This was the sign that he had pushed his body to its limit.

He lifted his head and stared at the crimson funnel-shaped thundercloud.

"Crimson! Bolt! Blaze!" A deep voice emerged from his mouth.

~CACKLE~

A crimson light poured out from the thundercloud, taking the shape of a hundred feet wide flaming crimson rod. Lightning swam and swirled around the flaming rod, as extremely berserk undulations devastated its surroundings.

The entire boundary trembled as the crimson rod of fire shot out. This was because it had exhausted all its spiritual energy

~SWIISSSH~

Under the attention of numerous nervous observers, the glowing sword dashed upwards, while the crimson flaming rod fell. In the end, they viciously crashed into each other.

~BOOOM~

An earth-shattering explosion unfurled above the valley.

Aelna Bisk, Isolde Lochsend and the other watching disciples quickly retreated to avoid being caught in the aftershocks.

Outside the mountain range, numerous gazes were glued to the epicentre of the clash.

The violent shockwaves continued to wreak havoc for quite some time, before slowly dying down as the dust also began to settle.

The valley had been completely destroyed, basically turning into a flat land. The debris scattered all over the ground indicated just how much destruction the shockwaves had caused...

"Who won?!" Many disciples hurriedly cast their gazes over.

On the flattened valley, Umor, Denise Tubble and the rest of their crew had not moved from the spot, their bodies as still as statues.

Opposite them, the boulder on which Ezra had sat had already been turned to dust, leaving him now standing instead of his original spot. Fresh blood flowed down from the corner of his eye, making him appear rather sinister.

The entire valley was deathly silent. A cool breeze blew past.

~HUUUU~

Next, countless gazes watched in shock as the dust completely settled. What they saw were burnt bodies of Blood Slaughterer Peak disciples.

Under the setting sun, the crisped bodies began to fall backwards onto the ground one after another.

It was an extremely shocking sight. It was completely silent both outside the valley and the mountain range.

~HUUUUU~

Another gentle breeze blew past in the levelled valley, sweeping up a cloud of dust.

Regardless of whether it was outside the valley or the mountain range, everyone's gazes seemed to have frozen as they stared at the figures in the valley.

At this time, a bloody fog was still drifting in the air, while the Peak disciples fell on their backs, one after another.

Beams of light descended from the sky, sweeping up the dead disciples, and tossing them out of the mountain range. 

Only then did the countless stunned gazes gradually begin to return to their senses.

By this time, most of the Blood Slaughterer Peak disciples were already gone from the devastated valley, and only two figures remained.