Chapter 3

The sky instantly darkened.

It wasn't clouds blocking the sun, but a far more terrifying phenomenon—when extremely powerful werewolf bloodlines descended, the surrounding environment would instinctively show submission.

The rampaging bloodline within me was still surging, my dark golden pupils locked onto Liam collapsed on the ground, killing intent nearly tearing through my rationality. But just as I was about to completely lose control, countless black shadows swept across the sky, carrying suffocating pressure.

Heavy Armored Wolf Cavalry.

Dense black shadows covered half the sky like storm clouds. Each war wolf was clad in silver-gray runic heavy armor, with fully armed warriors seated on their backs. Nearly fifty riders landed simultaneously, making the ground tremble.

From the lead silver-gray giant war wolf, a tall female figure slowly dismounted. She had hair like moonlight, wore black dragon-scale battle robes, carried runic war blades at her waist—every detail about her emanated blade-sharp coldness.

Most stunning were her eyes—pure ice blue, cold as ten-thousand-year ice, now looking directly at me.

The Supreme Wolf Queen of the neighboring territory, Aurora.

Selene reacted quickly—she immediately composed herself from all embarrassment and bowed: "Greetings to the Supreme Queen! Not knowing Your Majesty would grace us with your presence, we failed to welcome you properly—"

Aurora didn't look at her.

Didn't move her eyes even slightly.

She walked directly past me, the wind she stirred carrying the scent of snow pine. Her silver hair was cold as ice-tempered moonlight under the gloomy sky. With each step on the ground, surrounding rubble trembled slightly.

"Ancient resonance," her voice was clear as mountain spring water. "I felt the awakening call of primordial royal blood."

She stopped one step away, ice-blue eyes gazing into my dark golden pupils: "You carry bloodline equal to mine."

Equal bloodline. No wonder she suddenly descended. The ancient summoning mechanism—when primordial wolf king bloodline awakened, it automatically sent signals to same-level beings.

Aurora's gaze fell on the shattered bone whistle on the ground, the temperature in her eyes plummeting: "The seal was artificially destroyed. Your bloodline nearly went out of control."

"Your Majesty!" Liam had somehow gotten up from the ground, dragging his still-trembling legs forward with a fawning smile plastered on his face. "I am Liam, Selene's—"

Aurora's gaze swept over his face—clean and efficient, like looking at a roadside post. She didn't even wait for him to finish speaking before turning back to me.

Liam's smile froze. Selene stood nearby, her face slightly green, but didn't dare say a word.

"I felt your pressure just now," Aurora said, "but you didn't kill anyone."

I clenched my fists, dark golden pupils still churning: "Bloodline awakening needs time to stabilize."

"Wise." She nodded slightly. "Out-of-control royal blood is more deadly than silver poison."

As her words fell, Aurora reached into her battle robe and withdrew a crystal bottle. The liquid inside emanated gentle yet magnificent silver-white radiance. Just being near it made one feel a soul-cleansing pure power.

Highest purity Moonlight Holy Water.

Selene's pupils contracted sharply. She certainly recognized what that was—just two days ago she had refused me citing "100,000 gold coins is too expensive," now watching a million-gold-coin treasure being casually produced.

"Where is your mother?" Aurora asked.

"Inside, still in silver poison onset period," I said.

"Lead the way." She placed the holy water in my hands, as if handing over not a priceless treasure worth half a territory, but a bowl of warm water. "Clan members of equal standing shouldn't suffer such pain."

I gripped the crystal bottle, my palm burning hot. This holy water's purity exceeded what I had sought to purchase by at least two levels. It couldn't be bought anywhere—only the highest-level powers had such reserves. Yet she gave it so casually.

I turned toward the temple, hearing Selene's finally snapping voice behind me—she tried to salvage face: "Supreme Queen, about this territory's affairs... actually I can explain—"

Aurora didn't respond. She didn't even look back. Among the heavy armored wolf cavalry following Aurora, two warriors directly stepped across, blocking between Selene and Aurora like two iron walls.

Selene's remaining words were choked back.

Liam still wore that fawning expression. Seeing Aurora about to leave, he actually pursued another step: "Your, Your Majesty, about the arena matter—"

He reached out trying to touch the edge of Aurora's cloak.

Aurora stopped.

The next second, without even turning around, she simply lifted her right foot backward and stepped down with calm precision.

Crack.

The sound of breaking bones was as crisp as snapping dry wood. Liam's left arm from wrist to elbow completely deformed, bone fragments piercing through flesh, blood gushing out. His screams tore through the entire valley as he knelt on the ground rolling frantically, his broken arm dragging a glaring trail of blood.

"Don't touch me." Aurora withdrew her foot, voice without any fluctuation.

She turned to me, her face returning to initial calm: "This sanctuary is under my protection from now on. Anyone who dares move a brick or stone here, I'll make them regret being born into this world."

She turned toward her war wolf, silver hair tracing an arc in the air: "Royal blood awakening needs time to stabilize. I'll return in five days to confirm your condition. Heal well, and take good care of your mother."

The heavy armored wolf cavalry turned in unison, the torrent of black and silver armor forming columns under the gloomy sky, taking flight with a low horn call.

Over fifty riders disappeared into the horizon, leaving only devastation and Liam crying while clutching his broken arm.

I stood at the temple entrance, gripping the silver-flowing Moonlight Holy Water, looking at Selene's face that had turned liver-colored.

Her lips trembled, eye corners twitched, entire body slightly shaking. Being publicly ignored, publicly crushed, publicly humiliated—having been a leader for so many years, she had probably never experienced such treatment.

Especially that Liam she treasured, now lying on the ground like a dead dog, his broken arm's blood staining even the white war horse red.

"My arena..." Liam was still crying. "My designed arena..."

Selene finally couldn't bear it, shouting angrily: "Shut up!"

But I could see her clenched fists trembling. That wasn't just anger—it was near-collapse after having self-respect trampled to pieces.

She turned to stare at me.

That gaze mixed humiliation, unwillingness, and deep hatred.

I knew she wouldn't let this go. This narrow-minded woman, after suffering such thorough humiliation, would definitely use the most insane methods to recover face.

The real show was just beginning.

I turned and entered the temple, hearing Selene's teeth-grinding orders behind me: "Carry Liam away! And... clear away that scrap metal! Quickly!"

I laughed softly.

Go ahead and laugh, Selene. Seek your revenge. Because when you make that decision, it will be the beginning of your complete destruction.