The Atrocious Werewolf Prince



Hearing that, Ezra quickly wheeled his head to see the elders. "Have you heard them masters? I thought Spirit Devouring Mountain was an independent sect but they claim it's Shiyan's property and without them, Spirit Devouring Mountain will be nothing."

The masters looked at each other in puzzlement, they grasped the intention of this youth. No one knew the meaning behind the exchange of their silent gazes.

"This little shit is cunning." Master Uxama said, the other masters surprisingly looked at him. He must be pissed off, they thought.

The one to speak first was the master of Arcain Wizardry Peak, Antero.

"Spirit Devouring Sect is property of Supreme Leader and no one else, capture the one who claimed that and hang him." He sent the order, a few shadows flickered and landed on the platform on which that Shiyan disciple was fighting.

Within the blink of an eye, that unfortunate man disappeared.

Quietness again slammed on the outer mountains, and the little pyre that sparkled in Shiyan disciples' hearts got extinguished by Ezra Zephyr.

Ezra laughed evilly and looked at Paul Channa, with his signature grin painted on his face. "We do have geniuses who could defeat your failures easily, but Alas! They are all in 7 1st degree sects or I should say the 7 sacred sects, ever heard of them? Our sect used to be one of them but lost its rank ever since you termites arrived."

Paul Channa stayed silent for a while before replying. "Our sect will surpass them one day, we of Shiyan will make it possible."

The prince cackled loudly. "Haha, you of Shiyan? Ever since wealthy Shiyan disciples came, this sect that had its foundation carved through the 'Might is Right' mindset got polluted. The elders sell the quota of students to wealthy disciples, bereaving the future of countless deserving disciples."

"What!" Master Bisma cried in surprise but her voice was muted by other masters, preventing it to reach the ears of the disciples.

Master Antero's eyes widened. "This can not be true..."

"It's true, we were so busy in training and teaching selected disciples that we neglected outer mountains and granted too much authority to greedy elders." Master Albus of Zenith Ghost Peak said.

Meanwhile, Ezra popped his knuckles and spoke. "I have a question for all of you dickheads." His voice was imbued with spiritual energy, making it loud and clear.

"Who do you think will win, if our 2nd-degree Spirit Devouring Mountain will go on an all-out war with any of the 7 1st-degree sects?"

All the peak masters and elders were shocked, "This question is not coincidental." They said to each other.

Ezra stroked his hair and waited for an answer, seeing the sheer silence, he spoke again.

"You dullards are pissing me off, let me ask an easy question." He looked at Paul. "You smart-ass, who do you think would win if Spirit Devouring Mountain wages war against the closest 1st-degree sect, Duo Mountain Peak?"

This time, even the calm Master Antero lost his composure. "Xavier!" He uttered.

A well dressed slim gentleman took a step forward.

"I'm here Peak Master." Xavier replied.

"How did he know about that?"

Xavier formed a tense face as he explained everything that happened during the Spirity Bailiwick.

After hearing everything, the surprise only increased. "This youth's father and grandfather fought against elders of 7 sacred sects?" Antero asked astonishingly.

"They fought envoys of 7 sects? Outlandish and doubtful." Master Bisma commented.

Master Tarar showed a pondering expression as he said. "The envoy of Sword Mastery Abode was Blade? He is a genius swordsman and cultivator."

"I know about Morther, he was the strongest envoy there. I once met him in Summit and offered him to be my direct disciple but he refused. He was beaten by an old man! You sure about that?" Asked the bulging Master Franco.I think you should take a look at

"I am 100 percent sure." Xavier confirmed.

Every peak master and elder looked at Ezra, and within a few moments, his image rose to new heights.

The smartest Master Uxama looked at the Demonic Mountain and questioned himself. "Is that why Supreme Leader favoured the boy earlier?"

<On the platforms>

Ezra's question baffled the handsome Paul Channa. He became quiet for quite a while, inspecting the smirking face of Ezra.

"Isn't that obvious?" Said Paul.

"Be clear, the only riddles I like are the ones I give." Ezra retorted.

Paul frowned and replied. "If we fight now, Duo Mountain Peak will win. We at least need 10 more years with focused plannings to surpass them."

~CLAP CLAP CLAP~

"Well, you don't have that much time." Said the prince as he clapped.

Paul squinted his eyes and asked. "What do you mean?"

"Hear me, O ludicrous yellow skulkers! Your laughable puerility has caused your demise. In 1 year, Duo Mountain Peak and Spirit Devouring Mountain will have an all-out war. Run while you fucking can!"

The dead silence turned into a chaotic uproar.

"What the hell is he talking about?"

"Hey, now that he said that. I also heard about a war in my continent."

"No way, if that happens. Duo Mountain Peak Sect will eat us alive."

"Wait for peak masters' answers."

"Why are peak masters silent."

These whispers and yells reached the powerful peak masters, Master Antero who was in the lead took a deep breath.

"It is true, we are going to have a war with the Duo Mountain Peak sect in 1 year. But rest assured, we will win the war."

The words of Antero hit them like a falling meteor, their mind became blank.

Amidst the confusion, a female jumped off the silver platform.

She was Natli Teum. "I am sorry, I have a bright future and can't join a defeated war. I'm out."

Shifa Pista who was with her on the same platform smiled mockingly and said loudly. "Disgusting."

Natli heard her but didn't pay her any heed and moved away. It was the start, after her thousands of people retreated.

Leaving the platforms vacant, Master Antero clenched his fists in anger. He blamed Ezra in his heart but couldn't do anything.