APTnovel Chapter 1684 1679: High Priest of the Werewolf Clan
Chapter 1684 1679: High Priest of the Werewolf Clan
At this moment, Hans Wolf King already understood Dean's intentions.The last trace of a smile on his face completely vanished.
All that remained was a cold, unfeeling menacing look.
"So, you're not planning to hand him over?"
"I have no one to hand over!"
Dean and Hans confronted each other.
Mishel felt bitter in his heart.
Dean's firmness was not wrong, but one must be selective about being firm.
Who is Hans Wolf King anyway?
Even when Dean's father was alive, he would still yield three points to him.
Dean is being too irrational!
"Lord Hans..."
"Is this something you can interrupt?"
A wolf claw appeared out of thin air.
Mishel Wolf King, who wanted to speak up for Dean, was smacked away with a single swipe.
Moreover, a deep claw mark, visible down to the bone, stretched across Mishel Wolf King's chest, frightfully so.
"Hiss..." The sound of a sharp intake of breath echoed throughout the temple.
So powerful!
Mishel Wolf King is a Middle Rank Wolf King!
There were only five or six Wolf Kings present in the temple.
Excluding the Oni Family brothers, only half of these Wolf Kings had reached Middle Rank Wolf King.
A dignified Middle Rank Wolf King was swatted away like a rag doll?!
Everyone couldn't help but draw a breath in shock.
Powerful!
It's simply unimaginable how strong Hans Wolf King is!
Dean felt a slight tremor in his heart upon witnessing this.
"Mishel Wolf King!"
"Cough cough..." Blood spilled from Mishel Wolf King's mouth.
His eyes were also filled with shock.
He had already sensed Hans Wolf King's power.
But he hadn't expected the gap between himself and Hans Wolf King to be so vast.
Defeated in a single move!
Mishel Wolf King looked bitterly at Hans Wolf King.
Though Hans Wolf King became a Wolf King over a hundred years earlier than him.
He never imagined Hans Wolf King could surpass him by so much.
After becoming a Wolf King, he clearly felt how much harder it was to improve his strength.
It took him over a hundred years to move from Initial Rank Wolf King to Middle Rank Wolf King.
He felt Hans Wolf King spent only slightly more time than him.
But he hadn't yet touched the Peak of Middle Rank Wolf King, on the cusp of High Rank Wolf King.
Hans Wolf King had already become a High Rank Wolf King!
"Dean..."
Mishel Wolf King recognized he couldn't rival Hans Wolf King.
Currently, Dean was even less of an opponent for Hans Wolf King.
He couldn't help but want to advise Dean that it's wise to bow when necessary.
Now clashing with Hans Wolf King by force isn't a wise choice.
Dean possesses the "Wolf God Possession" ability, which destined him to reach heights unattainable by others.
If he were to fall by Hans Wolf King's hand, it would be a tremendous loss for the Werewolf Clan!
"Cough..."
A muffled cough came from within the hall.
This cough wasn't from Mishel Wolf King.
"Thud thud..."
Followed by the sound of a cane striking the ground.
A figure slowly walked out from the temple.
An extremely frail old werewolf, draped in a heavy tiger skin robe, emerged from the inner temple.
A pair of eyebrows, already reaching the ground.
"Hans, it's been a long time. You've grown more temperamental, daring to fight on my turf now?"
The sound from the elder's mouth was not reproachful.
Accompanied by a hurried cough: "Cough cough cough..."
Hans Wolf King's gaze flickered, with some traces of defiance.
But as his gaze fell upon the old werewolf, it inadvertently dissipated into nothingness.
An existence almost verified as a High Rank Wolf King.
In front of this seemingly feeble old werewolf, it was silent.
"Hans pays respects to the High Priest, may the High Priest endure eternally." After calling out this old werewolf's identity, Hans Wolf King.
Many werewolves, including some Wolf Kings, suddenly understood.
So this was the legendary High Priest!
Currently, in the Werewolf Clan, there are two legends, one is the Great Elder, the other is the High Priest.
Both had participated in the millennial holy war.
This war nearly led to the Werewolf Clan's extinction. Without the High Priest and Great Elder, whether the Werewolf Clan would have a place to settle remains uncertain.
But most of the younger generations of the Werewolf Clan had never seen either of them.
They seemed to exist only in legend.
"Greetings, High Priest."
"Greetings, High Priest."
The sound of greetings rose continuously from the temple.
The High Priest nodded slightly to the crowd.
His gaze never left Hans.
"Hans, since you say you want to follow the rules, then where are your rules?" The High Priest squinted, his weak voice remarkably clear.
The Hans Wolf King, who was very tough just now.
Now was like a submissive dog.
He obediently knelt in the temple.
The originally weary-looking High Priest walked to Hans Wolf King's back with his cane.
And then...
His hunched figure actually wielded the cane?!
"Bang!" The dull sound instantly filled every corner of the hall.
"Poof!"
How much strength could that cane have?
Many probably had no concept.
An elderly werewolf, striking a robust High Rank Wolf King with a cane would surely be like scratching an itch.
Yet, the jaw-dropping result appeared again.
The Hans Wolf King who had just casually clawed Mishel Wolf King into endless bleeding.
He was hit by this seemingly random cane, bending his straight waist forward.
He spat a mouthful of blood, staining the three feet of ground before him completely.
And his body trembled incessantly, whether from fear or pain.
"Cough cough..."
This seemingly elderly wolf High Priest instantly sent chills throughout most of the temple's occupants.
Even Hans Wolf King couldn't withstand his cane.
If it landed on someone else, wouldn't they be struck down immediately?
"Old and useless, can't even muster any strength." The High Priest muttered plaintively.
The already severely injured Hans Wolf King couldn't help but shiver.
Originally, he intended to provoke the High Priest, but he remembered his father's admonition and forcibly restrained himself.
He didn't take that cane seriously.
When that terrifying power descended, he could no longer bear it.
That force definitely did not seem like something a Wolf King should possess.
Even he, upon hearing the High Priest mumble about being 'useless,' 'unable to muster strength,' involuntarily shivered.
If you applied strength, wouldn't you immediately kill me on the spot with one cane?
Yet he dared not flee.
Defying the High Priest equates to defying the Great Elder.
Then even if the High Priest truly struck him down, perhaps even his father could not say anything.
Being the two strongest beings within the Werewolf Clan.
If they once diverged, the Werewolf Clan might face extinction.