The Wolf’s Bride

“I don’t care whether they’re Demon–level or Dog–level…” Luna snorted coldly.“– As long as they dare to harm a single hair on my husband’s head, they’re destined to die. Not even their god can save them!” Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

The brilliant killing intent bloomed and disappeared in an instant.

Marcellus could not help but be shocked, then went to inform the Shrouded Gate experts.

The night passed uneventfully.

The next day, the competition started as scheduled.

Andrius and his group were already prepared. They left the villa and were about to head out.

The organizers had already prepared ferries shuttling between the mainland and Praxis Island. As long as they had the qualification to participate, they could board for free. Each ferry could accommodate several hundred people.

After Andrius and his group boarded, he closed his eyes to rest.

Unexpectedly, another group of people sat down near their team. The leader was a large and tanned man who appeared quite rugged. He wore a careless smile on his face. The cologne he wore would be more aptly described as smelling like fumes.

“Yo…”

When the man saw Katalina’s perfect figure and milk–white skin that could not be concealed even with a mask, he became even more interested.

“The competition in Praxis is to select a new king for Florence. How did

Florencians from thousands of kilometers away catch wind of it? Your nose must be more sensitive than a dog’s!”

His name was Devin, and he was a Champion -level expert on the hero ranking with B–rank strength. It was roughly equivalent to the early–stage Martial Emperor realm in Florence. In the eyes of ordinary people, he was considered an extraordinary expert, but he was completely inadequate in this competition.

He knew this, so he only participated to put his name out there.

However, when he saw Andrius‘ group, he immediately changed his mind and wanted to gain attention by provoking and defeating Andrius.

Devin’s words immediately caused Noir and the others‘ expressions to darken.

However, they put up with him to avoid causing trouble.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk…”

Noir and the others did not want to cause trouble, but Devin took that as them being scared. Thus, he became even more arrogant and unbridled.

“I didn’t expect Florencians to have noses as sensitive as dogs and also act like dogs when it comes to meeting someone bigger than them. They don’t even dare to bark at me. How boring…

“If I encounter you in the arena, I’ll definitely beat you to death and throw you into the sea to feed the fishes!

“I’ll let you lowly Florencians know that the Obaro continent isn’t a place you deserve to come to. You’re just as weak as you were hundreds of years ago.. Hahahaha…”

At those words, the surrounding people immediately cast strange glances. Some looked thoughtful, some smiled, and some were prepared to watch the show.

Andrius‘ expression darkened.

Noir was even more furious.

“You’re seeking death!”

With his shout, he was about to pounce over to teach the man a lesson.

Swoosh…

Just then, a black shadow shot over like lightning.

Everyone only felt a breeze, and Devin, who had just been standing there arrogantly, had a bloody line appear on his neck.

Then…

Blood gushed out like a fountain.