The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

Levoe looked at Ezra and his gang as he nonchalantly said, "I even talked with him two days ago, so we at least recognize each other by face."

Someone at his side quickly started the bootlicking again. "I heard that Drake is extremely proud, and ordinary people won't even enter this eyes. The fact that Brother Levoe was able to speak with him is truly amazing."

The martial masters from Bloodfang and other Naran Continent's residents could not help but exchange a look with each other and pondered. "Are these people idiots? Was talking to someone really something you should be proud of?"

In truth, Levoe knew he was a weak one, a dim star in vast sky. That's why he was gathering a lot of forces, when he saw such a large group of low martial prowess, he attempted to impress them into following him. However, he failed miserably.

Though Levoe's narcissism was rather loathsome, the information he revealed was committed to memory by the prince.

"Rhiyan Continent, Ravina Ingale."

A stunning fiery-red figure nimbly leaped onto the stage. When the crowd looked over, the gazes of numerous males were immediately lit with burning desire, because the one that had appeared on the stage was a young lady in red.

The young lady's skin was akin to snow, while her face seemed as if it was painted. Her long, slender legs were relatively attention grabbing, and it was hard to turn away from the sight of her sexy figure.

A heroic aura seemed to sprout from the young lady in red, while the long red whip that hung on her slender waist only accentuated it even further.

"This girl is called Ravina, and is said to be related to one of the high ranking personnel in the Spirit Devouring Mountain. She is very strong and pretty, and no one knows how many have tried to gain her favor. Though she is beautiful, she is extremely fond of battle, so it will be rather troublesome if you offend her."

Names continued to be read during the next ten minutes as extraordinary young men and women ascended the stage to receive the highest rank status token under the envious eyes of the crowd.

In the blink of an eye, over a hundred people had ascended the stage.

A look of thought could be seen on Ezra Zephyr's face as he watched from below. He had realised that half of the hundred first class disciples were from the Shiyan Continent and its rival Rhiyan Continent.

"The Shiyan and Rhiyan Continent truly is blessed by the spiritual energy." Ezra Zephyr secretly sighed in his heart, because his and his kingdom's rise is solely a cheat but these two continents were naturally blessed. The geniuses from the other continents were already a step behind in comparison. Catching up would not be easy.

One name after another continued to sound out, and the list soon approached its end.

On the stage, Yin glanced at the booklet, mockery lifting from the corners of his mouth as he said, "Next is the last first class disciple… also from the Naran Continent, Ezra Zephyr"

Exra Zephyr understood the former's intentions from his gaze. However, the prince's expression did not change as he began to walk forward.

The corners of Levoe's eyes twitched frantically, while the followers around him looked to each other.

"He... what is he going to do?"

"He can't be Ezra Zephyr, right?"

While they were still stuck in their disbelief, Ezra had already passed through the crowd, expression calm as he walked onto the stage and received the status token under the crowd's stares.

When he stood on the stage, the entire plaza fell silent for an instant. A split second later, bewildered voices exploded, filling the sky.

"1st level of Core Formation Stage?"

"Such strength has the qualifications to become a first class disciple?!"

"How can this be? A 1st level of Core Formation is a first class disciple? What kind of joke is this!"

A sky of doubtful voices surged like a flood.

"If even he can become a first class disciple, why can't we?"

"..."

Questioning voices swept across the sky and land. Practically everyone present was filled with indignation when they saw this.

Those evaluated as second class disciples in particular were extremely unhappy. Even they with 2nd and 3rd level had not been evaluated as first class, so why did a 1st level Core Formation guy get it?

The third class disciples were even more envious and jealous, their eyes practically tinged red.

Only the high and mighty first class disciples merely watched with the cold eyes of a bystander.

However, their gazes were not too friendly when they looked towards the prince of Bloodfang Kingdom, as if a dirty dog had somehow entered the ranks of tigers and leopards.

The young man in white called Drake merely watched with an uncaring gaze.

He only glanced at the werewolf once, before withdrawing his eyes, clearly paying no heed to this matter.

On the stage, Ezra Zephyr's expression remained calm in the face of the numerous questioning voices.

Elder Yin wore a smile on his face. Only after the voices faded somewhat did he extend a hand to indicate for everyone to be quiet as he said, "This new disciple's situation is a little different. There's an esteemed ancient rule that has made it possible for him."

These words first silenced the plaza, before they burst out into an even greater uproar.

"Tch, so he got in through the back door…"

Numerous new disciples shook their heads inside, disdain flowing out on their faces. Although they too wished deep down that they could be in the same situation, when it happened to someone else, they could not help but begin mocking.

Dressed in red, the slender, sexy Ravina Ingale had initially been interested to know how a 1st Level Core Formation stage practitioner could become a first class disciple.

After hearing Yin's words however, her red lips curled downwards slightly.

She shook her head in disappointment as her eyes turned away, no longer giving Ezra any further attention.