The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

Chapter 366 I Wish!

The one standing at the front was Umor. His hair was scattered behind him, and his complexion was deathly pale, making him cut an extremely sorry figure. But, he was unharmed.

Behind him, was a completely unscathed Denise Tubble. Her main task had been to control the Holy Water Pearl earlier and had thus not poured any spiritual energy into the glowing sword. As a result, she had not been caught up in the earlier clash.

However, even though she looked completely unhurt, her eyes were filled with terror. She trembled as she stared at her front, where the boulder Ezra sat on previously had already turned into dust, leaving him silently standing there.

Ezra's sleeves had been blasted apart at some unknown time. He wore an expression of cold indifference, while blood flowed from the corners of his eyes, making him look rather terrifying.

"You damn mutt, I could have killed them simply with my sword, why did you put me up with this shitty boundary," Ezra said in his mind.

"Hahaha!" A hoarse laughter came. "You must get experience in battle beforehand boy, you are in a miserable state because you have no experience in handling a boundary, you spent 4 times the required amount of spiritual energy."

"Fuck you and you unsatisfaction." Ezra cussed.

"Haha, take it as a lesson." The Monstrous Wolf of Norse cackled.

Ezra Zephyr paid no heed to the blood, as he stared at the pale Umor.

Under his stare, Umor's chest rose faintly. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly vomited out a mouthful of fresh blood, before a bitter smile appeared on his face.

"Ezra, you indeed are a startling prodigy, reports didn't do justice to your power." His voice was hoarse.

Umor never imagined that this would be the final outcome of their hunt.

Nearly twenty of the most elite gold belt disciples from Blood Slaughterer Peak had joined forces, and yet, they had not only failed to easily finish off Ezra but instead allowed him to successfully set up a boundary, turn the tables on them and wipe out their entire team.

Concerning such an outcome, even Umor had no choice but to smile bitterly. However, he was not upset about it at all. After all, he had already gone all-out against the prince. That was the reason why he had chosen to ignore his image and sent so many gold belt disciples after the latter.

He had already tried his best but had still lost in the end.

This wasn't because he underestimated Ezra. Rather, the werewolf prince simply had too many cards hidden up his sleeves.

"In the future, you might become one of the top figures in our Spirit Devouring Mountain. Ezra Zephyr… I wish I could become your subordinate… I have heard you treasure your subordinates, is that true?"

The prince kept his serious expression and nodded. "Until they are usable."

Umor let out a hoarse chuckle, before slowly shutting his eyes as his body began to fall. He had also exhausted all his spiritual energy in the previous clash and unintentionally harmed his core.

"My journey of Martial Prowess ends here, I wish you luck, Ezra Zephyr."

"Take this…" Ezra threw a pill. Umor was startled. "What's that for?" Umor asked.

"Your core is not hurt, take this pill. I'll give you a chance to join my Bloodfang faction." Said the prince.

It took 2 minutes to end their chatter, Umor ate the pill and jumped away, leaving Denise Tubble behind. 

"Se-senior brother." Denise tried to follow him but was stopped.

"You are not allowed to go." The stopper was Ezra, he took his step towards Denise.

Denise was trembling. "I surre,"

Before she could surrender, Ezra spoke "I have no intention to kill you, I just need something from you."

Denise stopped, she fearfully looked at Ezra and asked. "W-what? What do you need?"

The prince came close to Denise and uttered. "Your head!"

~SWIISH~

Faster than the blink of an eye, the prince cleaved the head of Denise Tubble. "Noisy bitch, thank you for not surrendering."

In the next moment, a beam of light fell from the sky and swept him away.

When Ezra saw that Denise's body and head had disappeared, he finally gingerly raised his hand and wiped off the traces of blood at the corners of his eyes. A sharp pain stabbed him between his brows, making him feel a little dizzy.

This was a sign that he had pushed his body and mental power to its limit.

~BOOOM~

The instant Denise's body was swept out of the selection test, an earth-shattering commotion erupted both inside and outside the mountain range, a wave of noise dashing into the sky.

"What had they just witnessed?!"

Ezra had single-handedly eliminated all the top gold belt disciples of Blood Slaughterer Peak!

Numerous disciples had their mouths ajar, their faces were filled with shock.

The scenario of a single person eliminating all the participants from an entire peak had never happened in the Spirit Devouring Mountain before! However, they had just witnessed it today.

"That's crazy, right?!" Some disciples muttered to themselves, while others felt that they were dreaming.

Numerous disciples swallowed, respect appearing in their eyes as they looked at the young figure projected by the spiritual energy mirror. After today's battle, Ezra's reputation would likely exceed even some of the veteran diamond belt disciples.

As she listened to the commotion that infected the many mountains, Ella's face began to glow. She proudly stuck out her chest as she turned to look at the shell-shocked female disciples around her.

The female disciples turned to look at one another, evidently so stunned by Ezra's accomplishment that they were at a loss for words.

A pleased grin emerged on Ella's face, before she glanced at Lychris, whose face was now a mix of green and white, and said, "Junior brother Lychris, what do you think now?"

Lychris's expression was rather ugly as he forced a smile and said, "Haha, his luck is not bad. His boundary was also at its limit earlier, and if Umor had held on for just a little longer, Ezra Zephyr would have been defeated instead."

His words drew the disdain of not only Ella Abella but even made some of the female disciples, who were his fans, purse their lips. They clearly felt that Lychris was being too petty, and did not even have the courage to acknowledge the truth.

Ezra had taken on all the gold belt disciples from Blood Slaughterer Peak by himself. How gutsy was that? And yet, Lychris refused to give his acknowledgement. Such pettiness was clear for all to see.

Under those disdainful gazes, Lychris felt his face burn as he quickly withdrew. However, he was filled with anger when he looked towards the prince's projection in the mirror.

"Mhm, you brainless kid. Do you think that it is very glamorous for you to eliminate Denise Tubble and the rest?

The two rankers of Blood Slaughterer Peak are known to be overprotective. You may have made a name for yourself today, but you have also offended both of them. Not to mention, the uncle of Denise Tubble is an elder in our sect, you will definitely suffer in the future!"