The Atrocious Werewolf Prince



On the golden platform, Ezra Zephyr looked at the bloodied Drake Tubble, growling like a mad dog, struggling to let loose.

Every single time Drake poured his spiritual energy to break, the chains made of Chaos force twisted his limbs. The sheer pain protested against using any more of such giddy attempts and that all end up with Drake miserably closing his eyes.

Ezra peered at the masses, his face showed the colours of disappointment.

"This sect is full of weak shit." His voice echoed through the outer mountains, piquing the 7 figures on the spiritual energy tree.

However, not even their gelid gazes could flinch the prince as he continued. "You all from Shiyan and Rhiyan continents, is this the guy you worshipped as your saviour?" He gestured at Drake Tubble who was helplessly hanging in mid-air.

"Yes, he is Drake Tubble, the stupid cunt who poked me from time to time. But I'm quite surprised by how weak he was despite the walloping hype he carried.

After giving him every bit of the chance to use everything he got in his arsenal, I got bored and chose to pin him mid-air.

While fighting that son of bitch my nagging doubt was clear."

He stopped for a while and smirked before continuing. "You lots are not geniuses but failures of Shiyan who couldn't get admission in your home continent's sects. Thus, leaving you no choice except to join a big sect in this remote continent."

His words were like poisoned arrows, piercing the hearts of prided geniuses of Shiyan and Rhiyan.

On the 2nd platform, Ravina Ingale gritted her teeth as he howled. "What are you babbling about? That's bullshit, we ha-"

"Silence!" Ordered Ezra, his voice resembled the sound of rumbling thunder.

Ravina's heart skipped a beat, for the first time in her life, she felt a terrifying power and murderous intent directed towards her. She didn't know how Ezra got such an aura but she knew that if she speaks again, she might die.

The dominant and ill-tempered Ravina couldn't speak a word, she was dying to retort but her instincts stopped her.

On the spiritual energy tree, the old man's eyes widened. "Hoh! He made the little red quiet." He was none other than Master Uxama Ingale, family ancestor of Ravina Ingale.

"He insulted your clan's direct descendant and your continent's disciples, will you let it slide just like that?" Master Franco said as he massaged his bulging muscles.

Master Uxama smiled. "Well, whatever he said is true. Weren't we all failures in our continent?"

"Master Uxama, don't yoke us with yourself, you are the only Peak Master belonging to the Rhiyan continent."

"Is that so?" He mumbled and pivoted his head towards the bulky Master Franco. "Your home continent's name is Dhartati, right?"

Master Franco fleetly nodded.

"As far as my puny brain works, the Dhartati continent is at least 7 times stronger and 4 times more enriched than this Naran continent. If that's true then what is Master Franco doing here in this remote continent with scarce resources." Uxama smiled again after completing his side in one breath.

Arrows of reality hit the hearts of Peak Masters with silence as their only shield, they all gazed at Uxama but no one could deny that he spat facts.

Ezra remained unflinched as passing winds gave him tribute, his long coat flattering like the flag of a revolutionary army.

Ezra opened his mouth again. "Joining this decaying nugatory sect and playing young master means shit to outsiders."I think you should take a look at

The bewildered disciples glanced at him, they blinked three times to digest what they heard. How could a mere Core Establishment stage practitioner say something so outrageous about the sect in front of Peak Masters

"Spirit Devouring Mountain! Haha, a shitty sect that got its position stolen by a newly made sect. What's funnier is that some degenerates travelled continents to get here, hahaha!" The prince guffawed, his cackle reached every listening ear.

On the Spiritual Tree, the handsome swordsman raised his finger and pointed at Ezra Zephyr, his face exuded malice.

"TARAR, LOWER THAT FINGER!!"

A mysterious voice echoed in his mind, Master Tarar jerked, sweat-drenched his clothes as he bowed. "Supreme Leader, this servant seeks forgiveness."

The other Peak Masters were also enraged at Ezra but seeing the reaction of Tarar, they bowed in milliseconds. Not only them, but all the elders behind also followed suit. Their bows were directed towards the gigantic Demonic Mountain.

"ARISE." The thundering voice said.

All of them nodded and raised their postures.

After a brief silence, the voice came again. "DON'T INTERRUPT THE BOY, LET HIM SPEAK."

"As you command, Supreme Leader." All Masters said in unison and changed their gaze towards Ezra, this time their gazes held no malice.

Ezra's words devastated every proud disciple who came from other continents.

However, there were some smart ones. "If that's the case then it makes you look more pathetic."

Ezra followed at the source of the voice which took his sight to the 3rd platform, the one who spoke was Paul Channa.

Paul Channa not only was a genius in martial prowess but he also possessed a bright brain. He knew Ezra psychologically defeated Shiyan's disciples by surmounting Drake Tubble with ease.

Now his poisonous words worked as the last nail in the coffin, that's why Paul spoke up, he continued. "For the past 15 years, Shiyan disciples shined in new batches. We didn't even know Naran disciples are a thing.

In one way, you just confirmed that we of Shiyan are so advanced that even our failures are better than your geniuses."

Hearing that the breathless Shiyan disciples gave a painful sigh before causing an uproar.

"Yeah, you are weak, Naran is weak!"

"There is no Spirit Devouring Mountain without Shiyan disciples."

"This sect is property of the Shiyan continent, not this trashy Naran continent."

"So what if you defeated Drake, our seniors are here as well."

Hearing all the comments of enraged Shiyan disciples the werewolf prince smirked, as if he was waiting for this to happen.