"A Fire Lion?"

Qin Yang glanced at the lion enveloped in red flames and murmured.

This Fire Lion was massive, already a Tier Two Intermediate Peak demon beast, possessing a demon beast body, its strength quite formidable.

However, at this moment, the Fire Lion bore numerous bloodstains and its aura was wilting.

"Heh, little lion, dare to compete with me for the Blood Essence Spirit Fruit, die!"

The golden-haired youth's eyes flashed scarlet cold gleams, and at his right fingertip, a wolf claw as hard as steel extended, striking the Fire Lion's head.

Splurt!

The hard, ice-cold wolf claw pierced directly into the Fire Lion's head, blood instantly splattered out, and then the steel claw slowly withdrew, leaving white brain matter and blood clinging to it.

"This is the fate of those who dare to compete with the great Prince of the Wolf Race for the Spirit Fruit."

The golden-haired youth said indifferently.

Earlier, while they were chasing a Blood Essence Spirit Fruit, they coincidentally encountered the Fire Lion, which dared to compete with him for the fruit. In the end, neither obtained it, and the fruit flew away.

This golden-haired youth was none other than one of the Wolf Race princes, Amos!

"Hiss~!"

Amos lifted his right hand, extended his crimson tongue, and licked the blood and brain matter on the steel claw, showing a satisfied expression.

Splatter!

Amos ripped open the Fire Lion's head, extracting more blood.

"Heh, not bad, the taste is quite nice."

Amos curled his lips into a smile, licking the blood on the steel claw, but the next moment, his eyes suddenly turned cold, staring towards a direction in the forest.

"Who's there?!"

Swish, swish, swish!

At the same moment Amos looked over, ten figures flashed, appearing in the forest clearing.

"Haha, luck is on our side, it's really a Wolf Race prince."

Qin Yang chuckled lightly, his eyes flashing coldly.

The few people before him all emitted the aura of werewolves, and Qin Yang, having killed more than one werewolf, was naturally very familiar.

"It's you! You're the owner of Feipu Manor?!"

Amos raised his handsome eyebrows, his faintly scarlet eyes narrowing at Qin Yang, evidently not expecting to encounter this Huaxia lad here.

"Yes, you should be Amos, right?"

Qin Yang assessed the golden-haired youth in front of him and said.

Qin Yang had done some research about the four princes of the Wolf Race, Brandon had already been killed by him, leaving Barrello, Ariel, and Amos.

"Indeed, it was you who killed our Wolf Race prince Brandon!"

Amos's eyes flashed with scarlet light as he coldly stared at Qin Yang.

"Not just him, let me inform you, you'll die too, and today is the day of your demise!"

Qin Yang's face turned cold, and he sneered.

Swish!

Without further ado, Qin Yang summoned the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword into his right hand, while his left hand revealed the Ninefold Prison Peak.

"Uncle Nangong, let's finish this quickly, attack!"

Qin Yang addressed Nangong Feng.

In such a situation, Qin Yang wouldn't wait for the three princes to gather before attacking; he'd immediately gang up and swiftly eliminate these werewolves.

"Alright, let's finish this quickly!"

Nangong Feng nodded in response.

Boom!

After speaking, Nangong Feng's aura erupted, torrents of vigorous Gang Power surged within him.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Behind Nangong Feng, Nangong Chen, Nangong Haotian, Elder Yue Chan, and others released their powerful auras.

Feeling the strong aura from Nangong Feng and others, Amos's scarlet eyes slightly shrank.

He could feel that these people around the lad exuded strong auras, evidently all strong Ancient Martial Artists from Huaxia.

However, as a prince of the Wolf Race, he naturally had his pride.

"Transform! I want these Huaxia people dead!"

Amos let out a low roar, his eyes instantly turning scarlet.

Rip! Rip!

As soon as he spoke, Amos's white shirt quickly tore apart, muscles bulging all over him, and his figure began to grow rapidly taller.

As his stature increased, the fair face of the golden-haired Western man morphed into a ferocious wolf head.

Those wolf eyes were filled with brutality, incredibly scarlet, sharp teeth and claws, and his entire body sprouted hard wolf fur.

His two long legs became extremely thick, with a thick wolf tail growing behind him.

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

When his height reached eight meters, Amos's body fur began to turn silver, and his stature continued to grow rapidly.

Eight meters six, nine meters... nine meters five, nine meters six, nine meters seven!

Amos's height kept growing until it reached nine meters seven, with his entire wolf fur turning pure silver, and a faint hint of gold.

The tuft of hair on his forehead had turned golden, exuding a slight regal essence.

From the height perspective, clearly, Amos was much stronger than Brandon back then.

Rip! Rip! Rip!

Beside Amos, the six Red Dukes had their clothes torn apart too, their figures grew tall, and their faces transformed into ferocious wolf heads.

"Roar!!"

All of them reached heights above eight meters, covered in silver fur, their eyes showing scarlet hues, staring at Qin Yang and others, making ominous roaring sounds.

Whoosh!

While the werewolves were transforming, the Ice White light from Qin Yang's Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword burst forth, with a White Dragon Sword Aura rising from it.

At this moment, the closest to Qin Yang, Nangong Feng, and Nangong Chen were three Red Dukes who had just completed their transformation, and they roared in unison at Qin Yang and others.

"Huaxia people, prepare to die!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The three werewolf dukes launched themselves at Qin Yang and others, their chillingly cold wolf claws were swung at them!

"Uncle Nangong, Elder Chen, each of us take one!"

Qin Yang's eyes flashed coldly, speaking to Nangong Feng and Nangong Chen who were beside him.

"Okay."

Nangong Feng and Nangong Chen nodded in agreement.

Hum~!

Qin Yang's expression turned icy, and with a thought, from his left hand, a layer of black light membrane expanded from the Ninefold Prison Peak, quickly enveloping the three approaching werewolf dukes.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The massive bodies of the three werewolf dukes suddenly halted, their thick wolf limbs pressing into the ground, creating dents.

At this moment, their weight alone was over one thousand pounds, and under twenty times the gravity, the three werewolves bore a weight of no less than twenty thousand pounds.

Consequently, a touch of ferocity appeared in their eyes as the pressure kept them pinned in place unexpectedly.

"Die!"

Qin Yang's expression remained cold, the light on the Jade-handled Dragon Sword gleamed, and the White Dragon rose, the Ice White Sword Aura darted directly towards the werewolf's throat before him.

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