Qin Yang merely glanced coldly at the two corpses and then shifted his gaze, sharp and intense, onto the nearby villas.

Swish!

Qin Yang took a step forward, dismounting from the Flying Thunder Eagle, spiritual power surged beneath his feet, standing mid-air.

Boom!

The aura around Qin Yang exploded into a frenzy as the fire spiritual power within him surged wildly, transforming into a crimson cloud of fire above those villas.

Rumble!

The crimson fire cloud let out a loud noise before it began to split, turning into fireballs emitting scorching light.

Each crimson fireball was as large as a football, numbering in the hundreds, filling the sky.

"Brandon, come out and face your death."

Qin Yang's gaze was icy as he shouted, pointing a finger at those villas.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Hundreds of crimson fireballs fell like meteors onto the villas, immediately smashing them into hundreds of holes.

Amidst it all were sounds of several anguished cries.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

The floor-to-ceiling windows and doors, even the walls of the villas, were kicked open from inside, dozens of figures dashed out, looking somewhat in a hurry.

Rumble!

The luxurious villas collapsed at this moment.

Amidst the rubble, around forty foreign figures appeared.

Among them were Prince Brandon and Elder Andrew, the Red Duke.

At this moment, both had faces full of gloom, though the gloom also held a hint of surprise, clearly not expecting anyone to dare attack their resort.

When Brandon and Andrew looked up at the people on the six flying demon beasts in the sky, their gazes became extremely cold.

"Is it you? Are you the owner of Feipu Manor?"

Prince Brandon's gaze fell on Qin Yang in mid-air; he had long seen Qin Yang's photos before, and now with the person right in front of him, he recognized him at a glance.

"Yes, it is I, and you werewolves, instead of staying properly in Europe, dare to come to my Huaxia."

Qin Yang's voice held a hint of disdain, his eyes boiling with killing intent.

"Hehe, blame yourself for blocking my Bordeaux Clan's wealth. No one in this world can block the wealth of my Bordeaux Clan!

Moreover, you Huaxia people used despicable means to kill more than twenty of my elite, and I have yet to settle that with you. Unexpectedly, you came first!"

Prince Brandon's voice contained both gloom and anger.

"Haha, do you suppose only you are allowed to come looking for trouble with me, and I'm just supposed to sit and wait?"

Qin Yang sneered.

"Hehe, since you've come, I might as well send you to your death!"

A cruel crimson light flashed across Prince Brandon's eyes.

Boom!

As his words fell, Prince Brandon's body suddenly began to grow taller.

Rip~!

His luxurious aristocratic attire instantly tore apart, and Brandon's figure surged to three meters.

"Roar~!"

Brandon let out a huge roar, an invisible soundwave spread out.

The few demon birds in the sky flapped their wings, their bodies trembling violently, evidently affected to some extent.

"Hmph."

Qin Yang snorted coldly, divine sense spread from his brows, forming a spiritual barrier that isolated the soundwave.

Amidst the rubble, that fair Western face quickly transformed into a monstrous wolf head with his increase in height, a pair of wolf eyes filled with brutality, extremely crimson, a mouthful of sharp teeth, and his body sprouted stiff wolf fur.

His two long legs also became extremely thick; behind him, a thick wolf tail grew.

Four meters, five meters... seven meters, eight meters!

Prince Brandon's body rapidly grew taller, within moments it reached eight meters, and his aura became incredibly powerful.

The hard wolf fur all over him began rapidly changing to silver.

Eight meters five, nine meters... nine meters four!

Prince Brandon's height broke through to nine meters four; the wolf fur on his body turned a purely silver color, and a tuft of wolf fur on his forehead exuded a faint golden hue, displaying majesty.

An amazingly powerful aura also emanated.

Mid-air, Qin Yang, Elder Nangong Chen, and others' gazes condensed, staring at the massive figure amidst the rubble.

"Roar~!!"

Brandon let out a massive roar toward the sky, his huge mouth opening.

A blood-red axe emerged from the wolf's mouth, and Brandon gripped the blood-red axe in his hand.

Buzz~!

The blood-red axe rapidly enlarged in Brandon's hand, the axe handle lengthening, turning into a multi-meter-long axe within seconds.

That long axe was blood-red, like it had been drenched in innumerable fresh blood, with ancient mottled patterns on the axe head and handle, as if narrating the countless years it had witnessed.

The immense axe blade remained extremely sharp, gleaming coldly, a terrifying and bloody aura emanated from the axe body.

This potent bloodthirsty aura even affected the mentality of those present, causing everyone's expression to change collectively.

"Wolf Race Sacred Artifact? Bloody Axe?!"

Qin Yang's pupils constricted, a touch of gravity in his gaze.

The Bloody Axe, one of the Wolf Race's Fourteen Holy Artifacts, was unexpectedly with Brandon.

In Wolf Race lore, the Bloody Axe is the weapon of the Wolf Race God of Slaughter, Mingbo, that slaughtered tens of thousands of lives on battlefields, with their blood forming this Bloody Axe.

At this moment, Prince Brandon held the gigantic Bloody Axe, his pure silver fur gently swaying with the wind, his massive form, like a God of Slaughter standing on the battlefield.

"King, King, King!"

"King, King, King!"

"..."

The mob of foreigners behind, upon seeing Brandon transform into a werewolf, gripping the Bloody Axe, their eyes all turned a shocking crimson, filled with fervor, collectively letting out a great roar.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Behind Brandon, those foreigners' eyes filled with crimson and fervor, their clothes all tearing apart, each Western face turning into ferocious wolf heads.

Each of their figures rapidly grew taller, within several breaths, all transformed into werewolves.

Among them, the largest was Red Duke Andrew, reaching eight meters seven, his fur showing silver.

Following him were two counts, reaching seven meters seven and seven meters eight, the rest were werewolf viscounts, barons, and over twenty elite wolves, their heights all exceeding five meters five.

More than thirty werewolves stood together, their aura overwhelmingly mighty.

"Hehe, lowly Huaxia people, for so many Wolf Race Warriors to come to Huaxia, dying under my Bloody Axe should be a great source of pride for you!"

Prince Brandon raised his vicious wolf head, his scarlet wolf eyes gazing at Qin Yang and others in mid-air, a hiss-like grim laugh from his throat.

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