The Atrocious Werewolf Prince



Marching towards the ceremony, Ravina soon looked towards Ezra and said, "I'll be looking forward to seeing your abilities today."

She said nothing else and with a tiny stamp of her foot, spiritual energy rose as she headed off first.

Ezra watched her fiery-red figure leave, before he smirked, "I'm quite a player, it's only been three months and someone famous has already become so concerned about me... where is that bluish chubby cheeks?"

As the prince was checking surroundings. "Your majesty!"

A voice was suddenly heard from behind at this moment. The prince turned his head, and saw hundreds of figures jumping towards him. It was Naran disciples and others who chose to follow him against Shiyan and Rhiyan.

At this current moment, their expressions were tinged with anticipation while burning battle intent filled their eyes.

At the arrival, all Naran disciples knelt before Ezra Zephyr, seeing that some of Non-Naran did the same as well.

"Let's go my beloveds." the prince grinned. Without further ado, he waved his long black coat and led the way.

Behind him were Xyr, Zulfi, Argus, Shifa and Theor. The moment they came, Ash Bekham and rest felt a strange powerful aura around them, they grasped that these 6 were stronger than them. Hence, they volantarily gave them the 2nd leading position. Afterall, power is what defines your position.

Even the normal martial master of Naran was stronger than the rest, but one thing troubled them all. If these Naran disciples had this much power then why had they never troubled Shiyan and Rhiyan disciples like they always did?

Not long after they left, another group menacingly charged out from the vast sea of people, causing numerous disciples to quickly give way.

At their head was naturally the extraordinary Drake Tubbles, dressed in his usual white.

Many of the figures behind him belonged to the elites amongst the unofficial outer mountain disciples. When gathered together, their presence was naturally able to sweep everyone else away.

However, when the group caught sight of Ezra, their originally domineering presence weakened substantially as they hurriedly avoided his gaze, not daring to even entertain the thought of provoking him. Instead, they cast hostile gazes towards Ash Bekham and the rest.

They all naturally ignored them, leading his group as they followed far behind Elder Yin.

The mountain range rapidly fly past below their feet. After some time, Elder Yin and the two outer mountain elders gradually slowed down.

The gazes of Ezra Zephyr and the rest looked to their front, before their expression violently shook.

One would see seemingly endless rays of light spreading from the sky high above the numerous majestic peaks.

The light seemingly converged into a giant golden pyramid that towered over the land.

However, if one were to take a closer look, one would discover many wide and spacious stone platforms within the pyramid of light.

There were a total of 10,000 stone platforms. These stone platforms gathered together, forming the shape of a pyramid.

The higher up on the pyramid, the wider the stone platforms. At the apex were nine stone platforms that glowed with a silver radiance, as if they had been made from silver.

Above these nine silver stone platforms was a stone platform that captured everyone's attention, a stone platform that dazzled like gold.

It was as clear as day. Only the number one individual of the peak selection ceremony would be able to ascend the golden platform.

At this moment, Elder Rustam and the other elder suddenly raised their heads, looking towards a certain direction as their voices echoed across the place, "Disciples, get ready to greet the peak masters."

Upon hearing this voice, the hearts of every disciple shook, respect rising in their eyes as they looked towards the sky.

The hierachy in Spirit Devouring Mountain was very clear. From lowest to highest it goes.

1. Unofficial Outer Mountains Disciples

2. Official Outer Mountains Disciples

3. Inner Mountains Disciples

4. Ranked Disciples

5. Outer Mountains Elders/Core Disciples.

6. Inner Mountain Elders

7. Seven Peak Masters

8. The Chosen Seven

9. Supreme Leader

Under the numerous respectful gazes from the disciples, layers upon layers of spiritual energy cloud suddenly appeared far away as a boundless presence unfurled from the horizon.

The spiritual energy layers seemed to stir the surrounding space, appearing in the vicinity after several minutes.

As the clouds churned, millions and millions of light rays seemed to shine across the land.

The disciples looked towards the clouds, finding 7 figures seated within. Even space itself seemed tremble under their gazes as they sat there like gods, possessing power that could shake the land.

Ezra's heart shuddered as he gazed upon the 7 imposing figures. Although he had seen Ayrton Magnus before but letter hid his strength before Ezra. The 7 figures before his eyes, however, truly gave off an aura of terrifying power.

Such power seemed to be capable of bringing about ammergadon.

"This… is this the strength of the peak masters…"

Clouds churned as they swept across the area. Every unofficial outer mountain disciple lifted their heads, reverence in their eyes as they looked towards the spiritual energy clouds. At the center, spiritual energy took the shape of a tree, 7 figures sat on 7 branches.

The figure on 1st branch wore azure robes, and looked like a middle-aged man. However, his hair was entirely white, while his eyes seemed to contain an immeasurable depth as if it was the starry sky, giving off an unfathomable feeling.

An indescribable presence spread from his body, like the deepest pool, like the highest peak, making solemn respect involuntarily rise within anyone who felt it.

All he did was smile slightly as he sat on the 1st branch, while the entire world around him seemed to shiver slightly along with his breathing.

Even though he had already retrained the majority of his presence, the tiny slivers that spread from him still made the numerous unofficial outer mountain disciples feel a boundless pressure.

It was as if they were standing before a god that could not be defied.

This person was the master of the Arcane Wizardry Peak, Master Antero.