The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

Mahi Ingale was a direct and efficient individual. With a wave of her hand, she turned as she cast her gaze back towards the cave by the entrance.

"Work hard. There's not much time left to the peak selection ceremony. I for one am really looking forward to your performance. Maybe... you'll get a present from me"

Her voice echoed within the mountain.

The prince watched her figure disappear, before he began to swivel the bottle of tier 3 martial animal blood. He peered into the distance, iciness filling his eyes as they narrowed.

"Drake… Taking away the blood means that there exist some wariness of me in your heart. Hence why you would resort to such methods to ensure nothing goes wrong. However, if you believe this will be enough to hinder me, I can only say that you're too naive!

During the peak selection ceremony, the number one position you're so fixated on… will be taken by me!"

The bright moon hung high in the sky, while a seated Ezra bathed in its gentle glow.

Three jade bottles stood in front of him, a savage and violent aura pulsing from the blood-red liquid within. They contained the blood of three tier 3 dragon type Martial Animals.

As he gazed at the three bottles of blood, Ezra Zephyr briefly fell into thought, before he retrieved another bottle. Inside this bottle was blue blood that shined with a mysterious luster under the moonlight that leaked through a hole, a faint peculiar howl seemingly echoing from the blood.

Hati's blood seemed to contain a mysterious power.

"I wonder what tier Hati and Skoll has… to think that its blood can raise the quality of other Martial Animals' blood. Even Fenrir stayed quiet when asked. Mumbled Ezra Zephyr to himself.

Hati and Skoll were not only overwhelmingly powerful, but also wielded a terrifying chaotic power that seemed to be capable of burning and freezing anything. Such a frightening abilities were clearly not something an ordinary Martial Animal would possess.

It was rumored that tier 4 Martial Animals had intelligence that did not lose to the Martial Masters. What's more, some Martial Animals with powerful bloodlines possessed amazing abilities that even the numerous powerful Martial Masters did not dare to underestimate.

"Are they tier 5 Martial Animals?" He thought. "That's tantamount to Spiritual Transformation Stage!"

Ezra Shook shook his head, scattering these messy thoughts. The important thing now was to test if Hati's blood was able to raise the quality of blood like Fenrir had claimed.

The prince began to concentrate, one hand holding one of the bottles of blood, as the other very carefully dripped cerulean chilling blood into it.

The moment the cerulean blood entered the bottle, its contents abruptly began to freeze.

Cerulean light spread, infusing the originally blood red blood with a faint cerulean glow. At this very moment, Ezra Zephyr felt the surrounding spiritual energy begin to converge towards the bottle.

The blood-red Martial Animal blood supercooled as a faint bloody mist began to rise. The mist ultimately took the shape of a tiny python silhouette and released a soft hiss.

The savage aura from the blood also steadily strengthened.

Joy surged in Ezra's eyes when he saw this. As expected, Fenrir had been speaking the truth. Hati's blood was indeed able to raise the quality of Martial Animal blood.

According to his estimates, this Martial Animal blood, in terms of quality was even superior to that from the Glittering Jewels Pavilion!

This was an upgrade of an entire level.

"How terrifying…" Ezra Zephyr involuntarily gasped. Although it was only a single bottle, one could already see how amazing Hati's blood was.

This information had to be kept secret at all cost. If not, it would surely draw the attention of many people, something that would be extremely detrimental to Hati and Skoll.

One must know that a tier 3 Martial Animal was already equivalent to a Foundation Establishment expert, while the Foundation Establishment expert was considered elite even in a behemoth like Spirit Devouring Mountain.

As for tier 4 and tier 5, they were existences that even the Spirit Devouring Mountain would not dare to offend.

At the side of Spirit Devouring Mountain, a gigantic forest exist. It has 5 zones, each zone represents the tier of Martial Animals in it.

No one is allowed to set foot in 4th Zone and deeper, as it the territory of tier 4 Martial Animals. That part of forest is called Dominion of Death.

"I should start refining the blood, and begin practicing the 8 Lost Dragons"

Without further ado, Ezra Zephyr slammed his hands together, shattering the jade bottle. Red liquid rose, transforming into two thin streams of blood that were sucked into Ezra Zephyr's nostrils.

The pungent scent of blood assaulted his senses, nearly making him puke, but Ezra Zephyr forcibly pushed down the urge.

The Martial Animal blood immediately began to rebel the moment it entered his body, a savage aura spreading with the intent to invade.

However, the prince was prepared. Black Chaos Lightning flickered over from all directions, surrounding the blood to prevent it from causing any harm to the body.

The blood charged with all its might, making the insides of Ezra Zephyr's body shake violently. The savage aura continued to rise, stirring up vexed feelings in his heart. Red appeared in his eyes as the desire to destroy began to engulf him.

However, the moment this urge rose, the sleeping Wolf of Norse stood. "Quit it, you possess no right to act arrogant with this feeble might of yours." The dominant existence of Fenrir rose, a cooling sensation spread, allowing him to regain his senses.

"It is indeed dangerous to refine Martial Animal blood. If the heart and mind are not strong, one will easily be infected by the savagery, entering a state of uncontrolled violence that would likely lead to the descent into madness."

Ezra's heart beat in excitement, not daring to delay any further as he began to refine the blood in accordance to the instruction in the 8 Lost Dragons.

Moonlight sprinkled onto the land.

The prince sat on the ground, faint bloody mist rising from his pores, before being blown away by the wind.

According to the 8 Lost Dragons, one needed to slowly whittle away the savageness inside the Martial Animal blood. Once this step was complete, one would be able to fuse the blood with one's own spiritual energy. The fusion of the two would bestow one the ability to release extremely berserk spiritual energy attacks.

The most important factor for the whittling process was time, time that Ezra Zephyr was already prepared to spend.

However, when he began to direct the Chaos Lightning spiritual energy, he discovered that every time his spiritual energy neared the Martial Animal's blood, the savage aura contained within seemed to be suppressed as if it was faintly trembling in fear.

After observing this phenomenon a few times, Ezra could not help but feel somewhat puzzled.

"It seems that the Chaos Lightning has a special suppressive effect on dragon type Martial Animal blood?" Mumbled Ezra with uncertainty.

"The Chaos Lightning of yours does originate from the billions of martial spirits I have devoured and contains a little of primal aura. It is possible that this is why it has a suppressive effect on not only dragon type but all type of Martial Animal's blood."

Ezra's heart jumped slightly at the message of Fenrir. If so, it would be much more convenient for him to whittle away the savageness in the blood.

He immediately got to work, whittling away the savageness in the blood with his spiritual energy. Sure enough, the originally untamable and violent blood feebly gave up most of its resistance, allowing the Chaos Lightning to swiftly neutralize the savageness contained within it.

After an entire night.

The Martial Animal's blood in Ezra's body had grown much calmer. At this rate, he would be able to fully refine it in a few days.

When that happened, he would have completed the initial step.

~HAAH~

A slightly pungent breath of air was puffed out from Ezra's mouth as his tightly shut eyes slowly opened. A look of satisfaction flitted across them.

The night had been much more fruitful than expected. He had originally been prepared to spend a long time on this process. Who could have expected that his spiritual energy would be an exceptional match for the 8 Lost Dragons.

"I should be able to reach the first level of the 8 Lost Dragons in three more days." Anticipation flashed in Ezra Zephyr's eyes. He was itching to try the power of a high tier gamma layer technique.

The prince brushed his clothes and stood up.

The moment he stood up, he saw two figures rapidly approaching from far away. When he concentrated, he saw that it was Ash Bekham and Gill Subzi. Both individuals were rushing towards his location, worried looks on their faces. Ezra Zephyr assumed that something serious has happened.