"It's him, he's the owner of Feipu Manor."
"He's the one who killed the two princes."
"..."
The other werewolves also recognized Qin Yang.
Imdiately, the entire hall beca sowhat chaotic, after all, in their eyes, the strength of the Wolf Race princes was extrely powerful, and they were all slain. How could they possibly contend against the white-clad youth before them?
"Hehe, quite a gathering here, did you know I was coming to send you werewolves on your way?"
In mid-air of the hall, Qin Yang stood atop the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword, gazing coldly at the fifty to sixty werewolf figures below, speaking with a detached tone.
Upon hearing the icy indifferent words, the faces of the werewolves below all changed, yet, these self-proclaid noble werewolves dared not say another word.
Not to ntion anything else, just Qin Yang standing in mid-air, sweeping over them with his icy gaze, made them feel a strong sense of danger.
Elder Monroe's face looked unsightly; his expression changed for a while, then, as if he had made so decision internally, he raised his head to look at Qin Yang.
"Huaxia man, I am Elder Monroe from the Wolf Race's First Council. I know your strength is imnse, our two Wolf Race princes and over a hundred elites have been slain by you. The remaining ones here pose no threat to you anymore. Do you really want to exterminate my Wolf Race completely?"
Elder Monroe spoke with a tone showing so submission.
"What do you think? Since you dared to invade Feipu Manor, you must prepare for complete extermination by ."
Qin Yang spoke with a frosty expression.
If he really had died on Penglai Immortal Island, the Feipu Manor he painstakingly built and all the people he cared about within the manor would all die at the hands of these werewolves. Therefore, Qin Yang ca here with the plan to completely exterminate these werewolves.
Boom!
After speaking, Qin Yang no longer lingered in conversation, within his Dantian, the Spiritual Power Lake radiating nine-colored light started to fluctuate.
"First Grade Divine Technique, Fla Fire Hand."
Qin Yang pinched a seal with his fingertips, and a massive burst of spiritual power erged from Qin Yang, transforming in mid-air into a giant fla hand that enveloped the werewolves below in a terrifying high-temperature aura.
Watching the giant fla hand, the werewolves below all had their expressions dramatically change, a feeling of impending death hung over their hearts.
Pfft! Pfft!
In panic, so werewolves began transforming, and in the blink of an eye, those werewolves below turned into large wolf bodies.
"Hmph, futile effort."
Qin Yang snorted coldly, about to drive the Fla Fire Hand to slaughter all the werewolves.
"Wait, Lord Qin Yang, my Wolf Race is willing to submit to Lord Qin Yang, and also willing to contribute centuries of accumulated wealth to Lord Qin Yang, begging for Lord Qin Yang's rcy to spare my Wolf Race."
Seeing that Qin Yang had already fully intended to kill, Elder Monroe's face turned deathly pale, and he shouted loudly.
"Hmm?"
Qin Yang raised an eyebrow, his gaze falling on Elder Monroe, who had turned white-haired, a thoughtful glint in his eyes.
"Lord Qin Yang, my Wolf Race is willing to submit to Lord Qin Yang."
Elder Monroe spoke with gritted teeth.
As part of the Wolf Race, they had strong power and heritage, renowned in the high society of various European countries as a noble existence for hundreds of years. To submit to soone had never crossed their minds, but the circumstances left them no choice now.
Besides this thod, Elder Monroe couldn't think of any alternative.
Upon hearing these words, the werewolves also stirred with commotion, though none objected verbally, considering that life was more valuable than pride.
"Lord Qin Yang, instead of exterminating my Wolf Race, why not leave us a way out? We have a strong influence in Europe and can serve Lord Qin Yang in the future. Additionally, the princes who offended Lord Qin Yang have all been slain by you..."
Seeing Qin Yang's contemplation, Elder Monroe continued speaking.
Upon hearing this, Qin Yang nodded slightly; these werewolves were sowhat sensible, and what the old man said also made sense. Eradicating them might not be necessary; using them to his advantage could be beneficial.
However, the next mont, Qin Yang's expression turned cold, his gaze sharp as a blade, looking towards Elder Monroe's direction.
Boom!
The Fla Fire Hand struck towards the direction where Elder Monroe was sitting.
"Lord Qin Yang... you...!"
Elder Monroe looked at the incoming Fla Fire Hand with a deathly pale expression. He had already shown intent to submit; was this white-clad youth still going to kill him?
But then he realized, the Fla Fire Hand was not aiming at him, but ten ters behind him at the Crystal Ice Coffin.
"Wolf Emperor!"
Seeing that Qin Yang was not targeting him but the Crystal Ice Coffin behind him, Elder Monroe's heart turned to ashes.
In the hall, the werewolves' expressions dramatically changed.
Boom!
Just as the Fla Fire Hand was about to strike the Crystal Ice Coffin, inside the coffin, the slender white hand holding the holy staff emitted a burst of white light.
The white light spread and transford into a white glow shield. When the Fla Fire Hand landed on the shield, both dissipated into nothingness.
Whoosh!
Inside the Crystal Ice Coffin, the stunningly beautiful western woman, who had been in deep slumber, abruptly opened her deep blue sea-like eyes.
The deep blue sea-like eyes highlighted her exquisite white face, making her appear even more alluring and noble.
A trendously powerful aura also leaked out from the ice coffin.
On the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword, Qin Yang's gaze was icy cold, staring at the Crystal Ice Coffin. Just as Elder Monroe conveyed his submission, he sensed a powerful aura awakening rapidly.
And that awakening aura emanated from inside the ice coffin, prompting Qin Yang to directly activate the Fla Fire Hand to strike the Crystal Ice Coffin.
Crack! Crack!
With the awakening of that trendously powerful aura, cracks appeared all over the solid Crystal Ice Coffin.
Pfft!
The entire Crystal Ice Coffin shattered, and a figure clad in a golden gown floated above the Crystal Coffin.
The slender figure wore the Blood Swan Crown, with golden wave-like long hair cascading down, her flawlessly exquisite white face exuding nobility. In her right hand, she held the holy staff resembling pure White Jade, radiating utmost grandeur.
As they gazed upon the golden gown-clad figure, the werewolves below felt their eyes redden with excitent, tears glistening.
"Wolf Emperor, it's the Wolf Emperor!!"
"The Wolf Emperor has awakened!"
"..."
Below, the werewolves exclaid in frenzy, their eyes showing a fervent and devout expression.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Below, whether transford or not, the werewolves, filled with excitent and red-eyed, all knelt before the noble golden gown-clad figure.
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