The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

"Your majesty, what was that fragrance?" Asked Zulfi Dimitry.

"Which fragrance?" Ezra parried the question with a curious face.

Ezra heard footsteps, he changed his sight direction only to find Bipasha coming. "I have something to ask?"

"Go ahead " answered Ezra.

Bipasha looked at Zulfi with a side-eye. "Here?"

Ezra smiled "Yes, here."

"Then I'll be straight... where did you get Special grade sword?"

Ezra stayed calm for a while before asking a question in lieu of an answer. "Am I entitled to answer that?"

"No..." there was a quietness of dissatisfaction in her tone.

"How many do you want?" The prince asked boldly.

Bipasha Uqually flinched, her eyes widened in astonishment. "You... you have more?!"

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"That's not the answer to my question, I don't have all day Miss Bipasha. Tell me... How many do you want?" Ezra was firm in his attitude and words.

"What's the price?" Bipasha acted like a seasoned merchant.

The prince grinned wickedly and stepped towards Bipasha.

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He smelled the body scent of the lady, so loud that even Zulfi heard that, it was as if a hungry wolf was sniffing its juicy prey.

Bipasha jerked slightly because of Ezra's strange behaviour, she recomposed herself and said in a loud voice. "WHAT'S THE PRICE?!"

The loud voice akin to a cry destroyed the mood of Ezra, he looked at her and then smiled as he uttered. "You are the price."

<Next Day>

By the time the next day arrived, the entire Guardians of Continent territory was already boiling with excitement.

Especially when seven streaks of light flew out from the sky and headed directly for the Spirity Bailiwick. The countless geniuses inside the city also rose into the air, treading on their contracted beasts or armaments as they shot forth, covering the sky and earth like locusts.

The prince of werewolves gazed upon this magnificent scene, before turning his head towards his people. "We should go too."

Theor had practically attached himself to Ezra after that incident, he always wanted to be at his majesty's side.

Shifa Pista could not be bothered to say anything, while Argus Woska was purely waiting for the fun to start. Ezra turned his head to look at Bipasha before saying, "Prepare the price and the items will be yours." He said and jumped on a floating buggy.

Hence, the group also moved, heading towards the Spirity Bailiwick.

The Spirity Bailiwick was about thirty miles away. At full speed, it did not take much time for the group to reach their destination.

Ezra peered into the distance, where a giant, practically endless basin had appeared at the end of his sight. Mist shrouded the sky above the basin, giving off faint but strange undulations that made one's heart shiver.

Under the mist was an incomparably large river. Light glimmered on the surface of the river's calm and ripple-less waters that gave one a feeling of depthlessness.

This should be the holy river that encircled the outer region of the Spirity Bailiwick.

Countless figures descended, extending all the way to the end of one's sight. No one knew just how many people had come.

Outside the Spirity Bailiwick were seven titanic stone platforms on which figures were landing one after another.

Bloodfang Kingdom's group also landed on one of the platforms.

Above the platforms, six powerful Genesis Qi torrents whizzed about like storms. Within the storms, one could just barely discern six seated figures.

Ezra Zephyr inquired in a low voice, "So, these are the envoys from the seven 1st tier sects?!"

Theor nodded and replied, "Yes, it is said that all seven are experts that have reached the Nascent Soul stage and the mage from Continental Magic Academy is at the 8th circle stage."

"Six Nascent Soul stage cultivators and one 8th Circle sorcerer" Ezra could not help but sigh in admiration. These experts were top class even in the Naran Continent.

Theor was making binoculars with his hands as he said with a grin, "The symbol of the one above this stone platform of ours belongs to Holy Law Sect."

"Holy Law Sect..." Ezra's eyes narrowed slightly. The tea loving man from yesterday had mentioned that the Holy Law Sect envoy had already taken a liking to Victor Brownmane.

As long as the latter's performed well in the Spirity Bailiwick, he would be accepted into Holy Law Sect, ascending the heavens in a single step.

While these thoughts swirled in the prince's mind, he suddenly lifted his head and looked towards a certain spot in the distance where a slim handsome reddish figure was standing with his hands behind his back.

A strong and powerful aura pulsed from his body, making it such that none of the surrounding geniuses dared to approach.

That pressure naturally originated from the 2nd prince of Brownmane.

Victor also tilted his head at this moment, his emotionless gaze sweeping across Ezra before pausing.

"That loser werewolf... he is not worried or afraid a bit. A carefree bum always dies first, I might not have to dirty my hands on him" Victor's eyes rippled faintly.

But deep inside his body, his guts were telling him to be wary of that werewolf, the crippled prince of the Bloodfang Kingdom did have some ability.

"Truly a troublesome fly, his presence is pissing me off" Mumbled Victor as a strange light suddenly appeared in his eyes.

It was at this very moment that Ezra suddenly felt all the hairs on his body stand as a strange feeling of danger surged in his heart.

His eyes firmly locked onto Victor Brownmane. The latter suddenly raised his hand at this moment, his five fingers tightly clenching into a fist, before throwing a punch at Ezra.

Scarlet-red Qi whizzed forth like a scorching sun, swift as thunder as it shot towards the prince of Bloodfang.

"You lionman bastard, how dare you!" Argus and Zulfi detected the attack and immediately shouted out in anger, their senses evolved after their training with the kings of Bloodfang, and vigorous Qi exploded from their bodies.

Iciness also flashed across Ezra's eyes as the black bolts on his black dress began to tremble.