The Wolf’s Bride

“Tsk, tsk, tsk…” Alexander saw Andrius‘ group and said sarcastically, “They say that the Wolf King of Florence is cunning and invincible, but in my eyes, it’s just an empty name. The competition won’t be fun if you continue to hide like a turtie.”

As he spoke, Andrius already reached the high platform.

With a light flick of his right hand, the Argentum Qilin Spear flew into his hand.

Andrius held the spear and said loudly, “I could say the same about your family. You barely show your fangs after a hundred years. Are you already anxious before the battle is over?”

Alexander’s lips instantly twitched.

The last person who called his family cowards was already buried deep within the soil of Flandom!

“I see. I see!”

Alexander’s gaze darkened as he stared at Andrius, and he clapped his hands twice.

The two groups slowly ascended the stage.

On the left, the person in the middle wore a cloak, and three strong but stiff figures followed behind. They were the Insect Ruler’s team.

On the right, the person in the middle held a broadsword, and the dragon–eyed mask on his face exuded a legendary aura. He was the dragonslayer knight. Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

They had indeed joined forces!

Although Andrius could not see the faces of the two, he knew who they were.

Alexander also knew that Andrius had figured it out, but Andrius could not do anything as long as he did not admit it, so he smirked and said, “Do you see that, Wolf King? I’ve already subdued these two legendary teams. With the strength of your current team, you’re no match for me at all!

“The battle is already over. You’re just deceiving yourself and thinking too highly of yourself.

“Hahaha…”

At that point, Alexander could not help but burst into triumphant laughter.

Andrius narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

He was in the late–stage of Martial God now and was just a step away from the Martial Saint realm, so he could clearly sense the approximate strength of every expert on the scene.

The Insect Ruler in his cloak, the dragonslayer knight with the dragon–eyed mask, and the old man beside Alexander who easily blocked his spear…

These three had profound and unfathomable auras. They were clearly Martial Saint experts.

To Andrius‘ surprise, he did not see St. Dmitri’s figure.

Of course, having a gathering of three Martial Saints was already amazing. Such a lineup was grand enough to awe heroes and establish dominance in the final battle.

When Alexander saw him remain silent, he could not help but sneer. “Wolf King, what? Do you still intend to fight me? Don’t blame me for not reminding you in advance.

“Although you’re the Wolf King of Florence, if you die in the arena of this

competition in Flandom, not even the emperor of Florence can say anything. I advise you to be humble, young man!”

At those words, he revealed his killing intent toward Andrius. It was a clear and blatant threat!

“Die? Anyone might die here today, but it won’t be the Wolf King!”

A cold voice echoed throughout the venue, full of murderous intent.

Alexander was stunned and immediately looked over.

Not far away, four figures slowly approached.

The leader was a slender figure with a graceful demeanor, wearing the iconic mask of the Shrouded Gate’s master.

Luna walked straight to Andrius and stood side by side with him, looking directly at Alexander. “With me around, no one can harm him.”

It was an undisguised favor.