The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

Ezra Zephyr began to head towards the Mystic Demon Library, his goal this time obviously the high tier Gamma layer skill, 8 Lost Dragons, that he had been eyeing for so long.

After reaching the second level of the Gossamer Steps technique, Ezra could clearly feel his rate of progress take a rather sharp dip. Even with the aid of the Dracul Wolf Family, he would need a long time to reach the third level.

Hence, it just so happened that Ezra Zephye now had time to spare to learn the 8 Lost Dragons.

It was almost two months since they arrived at the Spirit Devouring Mountain, and only a single month was left till the peak selection ceremony. It was said that only the top ten disciples would gain the right to choose their peaks.

Therefore, Ezra needed to ensure he was part of this top ten group, so that he can set the best path for himself.

"I'll accompany you!" Mahi Ingale skipped towards him with her hands behind her back.

The duo passed through the rear mountain, and entered the Mystic Demon Library.

Ezra's objective was clear, heading directly towards the 8 Lost Dragons.

The 8 Lost Dragons jade strip was still hovering in the same spot, no indication of anyone touching it. This was because top level martial techniques were much pricier than their counterparts, so very few disciples would come to select the 8 Lost Dragons.

"Borrowing it once costs 600 Spirit jade pieces."

The prince involuntarily wet his lips when he saw the price. It was much higher than the Gossamer Steps technique. If not for the tidy income he received from giving guidance on the Gossamer Steps technique, he would not be able to afford it.

The prince's gaze filled with burning excitement as he grasped the jade strip. In contrast to the speed based Gossamer Steps technique, the 8 Lost Dragons was a pure attack type technique that boasted astonishing power. If he mastered it, it would definitely be a huge boost his battle power.

"You really know how to choose. It's said that this 8 Lost Dragons is extremely powerful, but is also very difficult to learn. Even amongst the inner mountain disciples, there are not many who practice this technique." It was the voice of Ravina Ingale.

Mahi was somewhat surprised by Ezra's choice.

The prince smirked at Ravina, but did not say anything, grabbing the jade strip instead as he prepared to register his loan.

The trio laughed and chatted as they proceeded to the counter, when Ezra's footsteps paused all of a sudden. He had seen a figure dressed entirely in white that brimmed with confidence and elegance. It was Drake Tubble.

He also seemed to be here to select a spiritual technique. Upon hearing the activity behind him, he turned slightly and saw the Ezra Zephyr walking together with Mahi Ingale and his dreamgirl Ravina Ingale.

The hand grasping the jade strip seemed to tighten substantially.

His eyes narrowed slightly, before he displayed a warm smile towards Ravina Ingale.

Ravina frowned slightly, but she still gave him a small nod.

Drake's gaze did not even once look towards Ezra. The former withdrew his gaze, received the now recorded jade strip and walked out of the Mystic Demon Library.

Ezra could feel that Drake was purposely ignoring him, but he did not display any unhappiness. His expression remained ordinary as he walked forward and handed the 8 Lost Dragons jade strip to the middle-aged man behind the counter.

The middle-aged man was clearly somewhat surprised that he wanted to borrow the 8 Lost Dragons, but the former still helped him record it down.

After keeping the jade strip, Ezra and Ingale sisters left the Mystic Demon Library. The two had already arranged the evening training venue, hence, they each left in their respective directions.

The prince leisurely walked on the mountain path, when his footsteps suddenly stopped.

His gaze looked to his front, where a figure dressed in white was standing with his hand behind his back. Who else could it be but Drake.

Drake slowly turned around, a fear inducing iciness spreading from his usually indifferent eyes. He stared at Ezra Zephyr as a faint voice echoed across the mountain path.

"Ezra… Did winning an official outer mountain disciple in a spiritual technique match give you the courage to think that you can now trample over me?"

Ezra frowned as he looked towards his front where Drake stood with a hand behind his back, eyes suffused with iciness as he stared at the former.

Although there was not much apparent disdain in Drake's eyes, Ezra could feel an arrogance that transcended everyone else, the way he looked at others always containing contempt.

A gaze like this was even more detestable than disdain that one showed on the face, because it meant that no matter what you did, he would always feel that he is better than you.

Therefore, the prince slowly said, "First things first, you and I have never even talked before this. As for trampling over you, I have zero interest, because I don't feel that there's anything great about it.

I'm not the type to stir up trouble, so I hope that trouble does not come knocking at my door either. But if some opinionated fellow voluntarily sticks his head out, I wouldn't mind stepping on his head for a bit.

So can you step aside and let me pass?"

A faint, sharp light was present in his scarlet eyes as he stared at Drake.

Drake Tubble was stunned, seemingly unable to comprehend that Ezra would not only show no fear, but instead so directly come at him with such sharp, stinging words.

"Ah…" A dark look rose within Drake's already cold eyes. He stared at Ezra and pondered for a brief moment, before asking, "What exactly is it that makes you think you can speak in such a manner to me?

Is it because you won against an official mountain disciple in a spiritual technique match?"