“Damn it, just a little bit more, just a tiny bit more and I would have broken through ten meters!”
Augustus’s roar carried a hint of unwillingness.
“My noble king, you are already very powerful!”
Two red-robed elders, the steward Raziel, Count Antoine, and the entire Blood Wolf Guard knelt on both knees, arms crossed over their chests, their eyes filled with admiration for their powerful leader.
At this moment, even a trace of the aura leaking from Augustus made them tremble with fear.
Surpassing the ten-meter limit was something only the Wolf Emperor, who had been asleep for a century, had achieved.
Augustus’s height had already reached 9. 95 meters, just a step away from the limit.
But that one step was as difficult as climbing to the heavens.
“The ten-meter limit… One day, I will break through it!”
Augustus raised his massive wolf head and let out a powerful sound wave.
The Holy Grail was on par with the Tess Holy Bow and Alse’s Dagger among the sacred artifacts of the wolf clan.
The holy liquid it contained granted werewolves incredible power, enhancing their bloodline concentration and making them stronger.
With the help of the holy liquid from the Holy Grail, Augustus’s bloodline was further stimulated. His current strength had already surpassed that of the other three princes in the wolf clan.
Under the moonlit night, his nearly ten-meter-tall figure suddenly turned towards Coleman, his large scarlet eyes also fixed on him.
“The ant from Atraria, are you ready? I will personally come to slay you!” Augustus’s sinister laughter echoed far and wide.
The next morning, on the lawn in front of the manor castle.
Augustus, dressed in noble attire, stood tall with a prominent nose and golden hair that shimmered charmingly in the sunlight.
By a round stone table, there was steaming morning tea and some pastries.
Augustus stood up, stretched his arms, and loosened his muscles.
After consuming the holy liquid, although he hadn’t broken through the ten-meter limit, his body felt younger and more vigorous, giving him an unprecedented sense of power.
At this moment, Count Antoine approached.
“Antoine, is the trip to Atraria arranged?” Augustus asked as he looked at Antoine.
“Your Highness, the arrangements are complete.” Count Antoine placed his right hand on his chest and bowed respectfully.
Augustus nodded. “I can’t wait to visit the Seven Stars Sword Sect in Atraria and see that little ant’s eyes filled with despair and fear.”
“Your Highness, that little ant in Atraria is at your mercy,” Antoine replied respectfully with a smile.
To Antoine, that boy from Atraria dared to provoke the great Modock Family and slaughter its members in Atraria; he was courting death.
Now, Augustus’s strength was close to that of the Wolf Emperor, immensely powerful.
“I heard that the Seven Stars Sword Sect is beautiful, rich in spiritual energy, and has many precious Spirit Medicines. They must be delicious,” Augustus smacked his lips lightly and looked at Coleman with a sigh.
“Yes, Your Highness. It is an excellent place for cultivation with many Spirit Medicines and rare exotic fruits,” Antoine’s eyes also gleamed.
Spirit Medicine significantly boosted werewolf strength.
Previously, werewolves had tried to purchase Spirit Medicine from Atraria, but most of it was in the hands of Martial Cultivators.
Martial Cultivators were extremely hostile to werewolves and naturally wouldn’t sell Spirit Medicine to them.
“All those Spirit Medicines and rare fruits will belong to me, Prince Augustus,” Augustus declared unequivocally.
“Yes, they will all belong to our great king, Prince Augustus,” Antoine echoed respectfully.
“Antoine, I will reward you with some when the time comes,” Augustus laughed heartily.
“Thank you, my great prince. However, Your Highness, I just received news that another prince is already on his way to Atraria.”
“Who?” Augustus’s eyebrows shot up as he asked in a deep voice.
The aura Augustus inadvertently emitted made Antoine’s breathing somewhat labored.
“It’s Prince Felix.”
“Felix? That guy went to Atraria?” Augustus’s face darkened instantly.
The four princes each had their own territories and generally wouldn’t intrude on others’ domains.
Felix was in charge of Africa but had ventured into Eastland under Augustus’s jurisdiction.
“What is Felix up to?” A cold light flashed in Augustus’s eyes.
Currently, the most powerful Wolf Emperor had been asleep for a century, leaving the highest position in the wolf clan vacant.
As the four princes next in line to the Wolf Emperor, they naturally coveted his position.
Thus, there was discord among the four princes.
Felix heading to Atraria at this time clearly indicated he was aware of what was happening there and likely had designs on the Seven Stars Sword Sect.
“Your Highness, what should we do?” Count Antoine looked at Augustus. “Should we set off for Atraria immediately?”
“No need.” After a brief pause, Augustus slowly shook his head. “Since Felix covets the Seven Stars Sword Sect, let him take the lead. In any case, everything will eventually belong to me.”
Augustus’s current strength surpassed that of the other three princes.
If Felix managed to capture the Seven Stars Sword Sect, Augustus could simply take it from him later.
With his current formidable strength, while he couldn’t simultaneously contend with all three other princes, he could certainly deal with Felix meddling in his affairs.
“Yes, noble prince. Prince Felix is no longer your match,” Antoine said respectfully.
“But Your Highness, won’t Prince Felix bringing so many elite werewolves provoke hostility from Atraria’s Martial Cultivators?”
“We’re only attacking a third-tier sect, not waging war against all Martial Cultivators in Atraria. What hostility could it provoke?” Augustus said indifferently.
In the capital city…
Leo had just returned to his hotel room when his phone rang with an unfamiliar number.
After a moment’s hesitation, Leo answered the call.
“Leo?” The voice on the other end was deep and somber.
“Who is this?”
“Jason.”
Leo was slightly taken aback before asking calmly, “Hello. What can I do for you?”
Leo didn’t have a good impression of Jason Bloomer. His two children were arrogant and mean-spirited; he doubted their father was any better.
Initially, Leo thought Jason might be calling about Annabel’s matter but then reconsidered. Annabel wouldn’t reveal such an embarrassing incident.