Chapter 147: The Wrath of the Frost Wolf

The Wrath of the Frost Wolf

The frustration gnawed at Alaric’s heart.

It was almost unbearable.

Then his gaze slowly turned toward Derek.

"Young ruler Derek!! Are you pleased with yourself?!"

His voice suddenly exploded across the surroundings.

SHING—!!

SHING—!!

A wave of bone-chilling cold surged outward like a winter tide.

The temperature plummeted.

Frost began spreading across the ground.

Alaric’s eyes burned with endless killing intent.

He was furious.

But beneath that fury was calculation.

As a clan elder who had survived countless conflicts, his mind moved quickly.

Inside Dawn’s borders, Derek could draw upon the power of the entire nation.

The dragon aura that had once matched his own was not merely an illusion.

It was the manifestation of the nation’s fortune.

As long as Derek remained alive and Dawn’s national destiny remained intact, killing him would be extraordinarily difficult.

But now—

The Ten Thousand Tribulation Thunders were descending.

The laws of destruction were pouring into the world.

The nation’s fortune was being suppressed.

The surrounding rules were being distorted.

Derek could no longer draw upon the full strength of Dawn.

Alaric’s eyes narrowed.

If he killed Derek now...

With the ruler of Dawn dead, there would be plenty of room for manipulation.

The Empire title war was already lost.

There was no use dwelling on it.

He needed compensation.

Immediately.

Someone who had cultivated to his level naturally possessed a clear mind.

He knew exactly what mattered.

And once he made his decision—

He held nothing back.

BOOM—!!

A boundless star river suddenly materialized behind him.

The darkness behind his body was illuminated by countless stars.

Fragments of the law of frost emerged above his star sea.

Each fragment carried an incomparably cold aura.

They floated slowly.

Then began connecting.

One.

Two.

Three.

Countless fragments linked together.

The incomplete law gradually began forming into something whole.

If that law were perfected, it would mean that Alaric had stepped into the Lunar Sovereign Realm—

And all realms would address him as a Lunar Saint.

WHOOSH—!!

The law of frost spread relentlessly.

The surrounding air froze.

The ground cracked beneath the sudden cold.

Even the distant mountains began gathering layers of white frost.

Alaric raised a single hand.

His fingers curled slightly.

Behind him, the phantom of a massive Howling Frost Wolf appeared.

Its body was covered in pale-white fur.

Cold mist poured from its jaws.

Then—

The wolf threw back its head and roared.

"ROOOAAAR—!!"

It lunged toward Derek.

Space tore apart beneath its claws.

Wherever it passed, the world turned white.

Mountains.

Rocks.

Trees.

Even the air itself.

Everything was swallowed by frost.

The Howling Frost Wolf crossed the battlefield like an incarnation of winter, tearing through space as it charged toward Derek.

Frost consumed all under heaven!!

This all happened too fast!

Derek had no chance to react.

One moment, he was still standing beneath the terrifying pressure of the Ten Thousand Tribulation Thunders.

The next—

The frost had already arrived.

BOOM—!!

The Howling Frost Wolf crashed into him.

Derek’s body was thrown backward like a broken kite.

He staggered several steps through the air before finally managing to stabilize himself.

Behind him, a vast star river appeared.

Countless stars shimmered within the darkness.

But something was terribly wrong.

There were no fragments of law among those stars.

Not a single one.

Derek’s expression became grim.

The difference between him and Alaric was too great.

He could feel the frost invading his body.

Cold seeped through his skin.

Then into his bones.

Then into his very spiritual soul.

Even the stars behind him began freezing.

Layer after layer of white frost spread across them, turning the brilliant star river into a frozen wasteland.

Derek’s face turned deathly pale.

A thin line of blood slipped from the corner of his mouth.

He wiped it away with the back of his hand.

His fingers were trembling.

Around him, the surrounding Stellar Sovereign experts watched in silence.

Not one stepped forward.

Not one offered assistance.

Their expressions remained complicated as they watched the confrontation unfold.

They understood the situation perfectly.

If Derek survived, their families would remain safe.

If Alaric won, their families could still find a way to survive under the Azure Sovereign Kingdom.

Either way, they wouldn’t lose much.

So why interfere?

No matter the outcome, their families wouldn’t suffer much.

Why not stay out of it?

That was the calculation behind their silence.

Derek looked around.

For a moment, he saw the hesitation in their eyes.

He understood.

They had already chosen themselves.

A bitter smile almost appeared on his lips.

Then he turned his gaze toward Alaric.

"Alaric Bluestone!! How dare you?!"

His voice shook with rage and disbelief.

Alaric’s face twisted into a savage grin.

The frost surrounding him grew even colder.

"Killing you has nothing to do with nations!!"

His voice carried no warmth.

No restraint.

Only murderous intent.

"After I kill you, I’ll pay the Salvatore Family a visit!!"

His eyes became vicious.

"Their entire clan’s blood will be needed to repay the death of our prince!!"

Every word was spoken like a blade being dragged across bone.

Derek’s heart sank.

The moment Alaric mentioned the Salvatore Family, he understood.

This was no longer about the Empire title war.

Alaric had already abandoned every pretense.

He wanted blood.

As he spoke, Alaric slowly raised both hands.

The surrounding frost immediately began gathering toward him.

Snow spiraled through the air.

Cold wind screamed.

A colossal wolf phantom materialized above him.

Its body stretched across the sky.

Its enormous maw opened wide.

Inside were endless layers of frost and snow.

The surrounding space cracked beneath its pressure.

Fragments of law condensed around the phantom.

One.

Then another.

Then countless fragments.

All of Alaric’s accumulated law fragments were being poured into this single attack.

The power continued rising.

Higher.

Higher.

Until it approached the level of the Lunar Sovereign Realm.

Alaric intended to kill Derek with one strike.

"This is the end!!"

Derek’s heart sank.