Chapter 67 Towards The Spirity Bailiwick (1)

Hearing the boastful words of his brother, the crown prince frowned slightly. "Dear little brother, there will eventually come a day when you will lose because of your pride and arrogance."

Victor calmly said, "Because I have that right."

The young man in a golden cloak slowly shook her head, his interest waning. He had already warned his brother. If he still persisted in his attitude, he could not be bothered to speak any further on this matter.

Upon seeing this, Victor's expression softened as he quietly said, "Relax, after I obtain the greatest gift of the Spirity Bailiwick, I will think of a way to completely eliminate the Bloodfang Kingdom to prevent any potential trouble in the future."

Benedict did not comment, he waved his solid hand and said, "Go make your preparations. I will also be leaving after tomorrow. Who knows when we will next meet."

Victor stared at him, passionate feelings flowing within the depths of his eyes as he said, "Brother, I will show you that I am the epitome of genius. Only you and I are the most compatible in this world."

The moment he finished speaking, he decisively turned around with a wave of his sleeves and left.

Benedict's gaze lingered in the direction he had left in, not even the slightest change in his brown eyes. In the end, he turned his head and looked towards a certain distant place.

"Prince of Werewolves, although I've borrowed your spirit, this is a world where the strong prey on the weak. Never mind if you are crippled here, but if you are truly able to climb back up..."

The eyes of Benedict Brownmane glittered and he clenched his fist as he uttered. "Then I... will devour you again!"

<The next day>

Before the main hall of the Brownmane Kingdom's royal palace.

Numerous cultivators and sorcerers holding important positions in empire were looking forwards to where a portal was made. An old man came outside and greeted the people standing. "Shall we go, prince Victor?" He asked.

"Yes." He said and moved to enter the portal, behind him were 500 young martial masters of the Brownmane Empire.

"We respectfully send off the second prince!"

"We will be praying for our prince's triumphant return!"

Many voices buzzed from behind.

~SWWOOOSH~

The portal glowed, he ignored the crowd that had come to send him off and instead cast his gaze towards a certain man standing at the doors of the palace.

"Brother Benedict, I will prove to you who exactly is the true beast, I will surpass you." He mumbled and withdrew his gaze moments later. Without any further hesitation, he disappeared into the rectangular portal under the watching gazes of the crowd.

<Human Empire - Jolten>

From the training hall, a figure walked out from within. As he approached, one would discover that it was a young man in powder blue clothes. His face was young with some scars of gashes.

On his back was a plain looking white sword that had a sharp tip. A faint but astonishing energy spread from it. Wherever he passed, the rocks on the ground would silently split apart, the interior of the cut pieces smooth as a mirror.

He raised his head as the eyes of the man seemingly cast towards the distance.

"Spirity Bailiwick..."

His voice sounded exceptionally hoarse.

"I must carve my name for the sake of this sword, the Battle Maniac Dwarf from the Dwarven Empire and Victor from the Brownmane Empire should be good opponents, right?" He asked himself as he smiled.

The white sword on his back trembled slightly as if itching to get it on with the other elites of the same generation.

<Striped Beast Empire>

~RAAAWWR~

A deafening roar echoed within the jungle, The entire surroundings watched as an enormous winged beast flapped its titanic wings and eventually fell onto the ground.

A young bulky man was seated on its back, he had a head full of short curly hair and eyes filled with nothingness, an overall sadistic appearance.

"Hmm, your majesty, we can finally go out and play!"

The man stroked his head and looked at another individual.

"I heard that the Spirity Bailiwick is going to be really fun this time and there's going to be many formidable characters there. Hoho, not a single one of our peers here in the Striped Beast Empire has been able to beat us in a fight. I hope that those fellows will not be too boring. Especially, the Victor of Brownmane Empire" said the other man.

He was of the same size as him but his eyes were black and his hair had black and white stripes, he was wearing fancy bestial clothes.

"Onwards!" He said.

With a loud shout from the young man, the people who were ready to accompany the duo roared. Their steps were akin to a marching army as they stepped towards the portal.

<Dwarven Empire, Goltonda>

In a certain martial courtyard. A burst of violent Qi swept outwards, sending a dozen figures flying while turning the courtyard into a complete mess. A man wielding a giant axe for his size said as he looked at the tired sparring partners.

"All of you are too weak! It's meaningless to stay here anymore. Tell father that I am going to the Spirity Bailiwick. Don't waste any more time and gather the lads who will come along"

Only a single figure remained standing within the mess, his thick muscular dwarven body akin to a short metal tower. His gaze swept across the area, eyes filled with battle lust.

It was as if he was a ferocious ape.

He grinned and let out a hearty laugh, no hesitation whatsoever as he stamped his foot on the ground and his body soared into the sky. Several leaps later, he disappeared.

Everyone in the courtyard breathed a sigh of relief as they watched him leave before bursting into cheers.

"That monster is finally gone..."

"We will no longer be tortured by him."

"I feel a little sorry for those going to the Spirity Bailiwick, it's pretty much over once that maniac has his sights on you"