On a full moon night with clear sky, countless bonfires burned on the open grassland several miles outside Beicang City, illuminating the surrounding area.

Tens of thousands of werewolf gathered here and surrounded a stone platform that had just been built not long ago and was a thousand feet tall.

On the stone platform, more than 200 werewolf monks stood here, and Li Muran was one of them.

These more than 200 werewolfs are all holy sons from various tribes. There are more than 100 tribes of all sizes. The large tribe can send three holy sons to participate in the competition. The small and medium tribes have one to two holy sons, and a total of more than 200 people on the stage.

The old werewolf who presided over this Holy Son Competition is the master here - the chief of the Cangfeng Tribe. He introduced each of the Holy Sons on the stage one by one according to the list presented by each tribe, which seemed particularly grand.

However, when introducing the holy sons of those small tribes, there were sparse applause from the audience, and even some booes came; when introducing the holy sons of those large tribes, there were thunderous applause from the audience, and cheers were heard one after another.

Just from the momentum of introducing the Holy Son, it is almost possible to distinguish the strength gap between the werewolf tribes.

Li Muran looked around and saw that most of the holy sons around him were equivalent to the sixth-level cultivation level in the late stage of Shenyou, and many were even the small perfection level at the peak of the late stage of Shenyou; and the mid-stage cultivators like him accounted for less than 20%; as for the early stage of Shenyou, there were very few holy sons, only a handful of them.

The Feitian Tribe and the Dark Moon Tribe all sent three holy sons to participate in the competition, and they were all holy sons with their late stages of Shenyou. Among them, Li Muran also met the Feixing Young Master who had had some celebrations with him. The latter was the second holy son of the Feitian Tribe, and the first holy son of the Feitian Tribe was the eldest son of Feixing Young Master Feichen, the brother of Feixing Young Master Feichen.

When Li Muran looked at Mr. Feixing, the latter happened to look at Li Muran, and at the same time, the corners of his mouth slightly raised and he smiled at Li Muran.

Li Muran felt a stern in his heart. The other party’s smile contained a lot of meaning, but it was probably not goodwill.

As for the three people sent in the Dark Moon Tribe, they were two saints and an unparalleled saint in the werewolf tribe. The saint was Princess Xiyue, the sister of Dark Sky. There were only more than ten saints in each tribe on the stage. Princess Xiyue was the best in terms of cultivation and appearance, and naturally attracted a lot of attention.

As for the Dark Sky, although its strength is not bad, it only has a fifth-level cultivation level after all. In a large tribe like the Dark Moon Tribe, there is no chance to become a candidate for the Holy Son.

At this time, Antian was off the stage, looking at Li Muran on the stage, feeling a little complicated. He also thought that Li Muran refused to join the Dark Moon Tribe, but accepted the invitation from a small tribe, mostly for today's Holy Son Competition.

Li Muran put these holy sons from the big tribe in his heart one by one. At the beginning of the competition, they were the opponents they needed to pay attention to the most.

When Li Muran was introduced as the Holy Son of the Tiangong Tribe, there was no reaction in the audience. After all, the Tiangong Tribe is too small, and Li Muran's fifth-level cultivation is too inconspicuous. Only a few people with extensive knowledge and whisper to discuss it.

"Isn't this guy the one who beat Young Master Feixing at the time in the market? It turns out that he is the holy son of a small tribe, and he is not considered to be unknown."

"What? You said this kid can beat the Holy Son of the Feitian Tribe in speed? How is this possible?"

"This matter was seen with my own eyes. At that time, more than a hundred tribe members witnessed it, otherwise I would not believe it."

Soon, when the chief of the Cangfeng Tribe introduced the next saint son, the topic of everyone changed again, and no one noticed Li Muran.

When the patriarch introduced the holy sons of other tribes one by one, the last one was introduced were the three holy sons of the host Cangfeng tribe.

"The Second Holy Son of Cangfeng Tribe, Cang Wuhen"

With this introduction, a young werewolf floated into the air, bowed to the monks around him, and then fell back to the stage.

"Mid-stage Shenyou" Li Muran was slightly surprised. The second saint of the Cangfeng Tribe was just like him, with only the middle-stage Shenyou cultivation level.

Being selected as a saint in the Cangfeng tribe is definitely of extraordinary strength; the number of tribesmen in the late stage of the Cangfeng tribe in the Cangfeng tribe is amazing, and his ability to stand out shows that his strength is still far from that of the ordinary late stage of the Dangfeng monks.

Li Muran couldn't help but look at Cang Wuhen a few more times. In fact, most of the saints looked at this son quietly with the same mood.

Cang Wuque, the first saint of the Cangfeng tribe, is a middle-aged werewolf with the peak cultivation level in the late stage of Shenyou. She looks fierce and evil, her eyes shining coldly, making people shudder at first sight. Cang Wuque is very famous. When he stood up to salute everyone, the applause was thunderous, and the warmest.

All the Holy Sons were introduced and the Holy Son Competition officially began.

The rules for the first round of competition were very simple. It was to hold a melee with all the holy sons participating in this huge competition platform of a thousand feet in size, with a name called "Hundred Wolves Battle".

There is no time limit for this kind of melee. In the competition, once a saint is in a coma and is seriously injured or is forced to leave the competition platform, even if he admits defeat and loses his qualification, he will be eliminated and will be eliminated until the last forty saints are decided, and the Hundred Wolves Battle is not over.

The forty holy sons who won the final victory will receive a major reward from the werewolf tribe, and the tribe they are in will also receive more territory enthronement in the disputed area; at the same time, they are also qualified to continue the next round of competition until the last ten holy sons are decided.

These ten saints are the final winners. They can receive the blood of the werewolf ancestors in the next ancestral worship ceremony, greatly increasing their cultivation strength

Li Muran heard that if a werewolf in the middle stage of the Shenyou can receive the blood of his ancestors, his cultivation may even soar, and he will advance to the late stage of the Shenyou in just a few months; and a werewolf in the late stage of the Shenyou can calmly practice to the small perfect state of the late stage of the Shenyou after receiving the blood of his ancestors; and if a werewolf cultivator who has reached the peak of the Shenyou in the late stage of the Shenyou may even get the opportunity to break through the bottleneck and advance to the Dharma phase period after receiving the blood of his ancestors.

After all, the blood of the ancestors has been passed down for a long time and is one of the most important treasures of the werewolf tribes. This holy son is only held once a hundred years. Almost without exception, the last ten holy sons selected have become storied figures in various tribes of the werewolf tribes soon.

Of course, Li Muran doesn't want to miss such an opportunity easily

The competition has not yet begun, and the 200 holy sons on the stage have dispersed themselves. After all, at the beginning of the competition, it was a melee that was inseparable from the enemy and we were inseparable. No one wanted to be attacked by the people around him.

Li Muran silently walked to a remote place. He knew very well that the rules of the werewolf race were more direct and cruel than those of the human race. In the melee of the hundred wolves, even if there were casualties and injuries, no responsibility would be held.

In other words, this is almost the same as a life-and-death melee. If you lose, you must leave the competition platform early and give up voluntarily, otherwise your life will be in danger.

The first holy sons of the large tribes such as Cang Wuque and Feichen were all very famous. They each walked to a corner of the competition platform and then remained motionless. The other holy sons did not dare to approach them at all, and naturally formed a relatively spacious area.

There are only more than ten Holy Sons who can have a vast area around him. All of them are extremely powerful. In the midst of the melee, no one wants to fight with them, so they can only avoid them far away.

Young Master Feixing walked to Princess Xiyue, the saint of the Dark Moon Tribe, bowed and said, "Princess Xiyue, the competition will begin later, there is no need for the princess to do it. Since I will clear these guys to make up the numbers for the princess

Princess Xiyue replied coldly: "During the competition, if anyone approaches this princess within twenty feet, this princess will take action to eliminate her, including you."

Young Master Feixing was stunned. After hitting a nail, he stepped back several feet awkwardly, not daring to get too close to Princess Xiyue. He knew very well that with the other party's temperament, he would definitely dare to say and do it, and he didn't want to ask for trouble.

As for Li Muran, who only has the fifth level of cultivation and is a small tribe, there are naturally many werewolf gathering around him. He is not like Princess Xiyue and others. He can be enough to shock the heroes based on his identity and fame alone.

After the Holy Sons gradually dispersed on the competition platform, the chief clan of the Cangfeng tribe shouted and announced that the Holy Son Competition had officially begun.

"Huhuhu" As soon as the clan leader finished speaking, two figures rushed towards Li Muran.

If an ordinary saint wants to win in this melee, he must take the initiative and seize the advantageous terrain, and at the same time show his strong strength so that others dare not come and make their own ideas. When the melee between other saints wins and they can persevere to the end, they will win.

These two people obviously both took a fancy to the edge of the competition platform where Li Muran was because it is relatively difficult to be attacked and besieged here.

The two of them pounced on "Li Muran" and scratched his body, turning them into bits of inspiration and dispersed.

The two werewolfs were stunned. It turned out that they only hit a afterimage, and they also took care of where Li Muran's body was - because they immediately started a fierce fight between them.

The melee was about to break out. In a moment, on the thousand-foot-sized competition platform, there were wolf shadows flying everywhere, accompanied by various inspirational lights, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

However, Cang Wuque and other holy sons of the large tribe are still stable and beneficial to the competition platform. No one dares to approach them, so there is no need to take action at all.

Perhaps until the end of the Hundred Wolves War, they may have won the battle effortlessly, which seems extremely easy; however, behind this easy victory, there are countless years of practice and adventures, and their reputation today are also the result of this struggle step by step back then.

"Hu" a wolf shadow was shuttled through the competition platform at an extremely fast speed. Wherever they passed, the werewolf dodged themselves and did not dare to stop them.
Chapter completed!