Urban Dominating Immortal Doctor

"My esteemed king, you are already very powerful!"

The two Hong Yi Elders, steward Dacil, Viscount Curtis, and the Wolf Shadow Guard all knelt on both knees, arms across their chests, their eyes filled with admiration for a strong man.

At this moment, even just a hint of aura leaking from Barrello made them tremble with fear.

To exceed the ten-meter limit, in the entire Wolf Race, only the Wolf Emperor who had slept for a century could achieve this.

However, Barrello's height had already reached nine meters ninety-five, just a step away from that limit, yet taking that step proved to be quite difficult.

"The ten-meter limit... one day, one day I will break through it!"

On the altar, Barrello raised his massive wolf head, gazing at the huge full moon in the night sky, letting out a powerful sonic wave from his throat, the hint of unwillingness in his voice gradually fading away.

The Moonlight Chalice is akin to the Bow of Destruction, the Blade of Evil, and other Wolf Race Sacred Artifacts, containing Divine Liquid that grants werewolves incredible power, enhancing their bloodline concentration, making them even stronger.

With the Divine Liquid from the Moonlight Chalice, the bloodline within Barrello surged further, his strength now securely surpassing the other three princes of the Wolf Race.

Under the boundless moonlit night, that massive nearly ten-meter figure suddenly turned eastward, and those enormous scarlet eyes also looked toward the east.

"Hehehe, the little ant in Huaxia, I wonder if you are ready, for I will personally pay a visit to your mountain villa!"

From Barrello's throat came a sinister laugh, echoing far in the moonlit night.

The next day, morning.

The sunlight from the sky poured down.

In the estate of Prince Barrello.

On the lawn in front of the castle.

Barrello, in a noble outfit, tall, with a prominent nose, his golden hair glistening in the sunlight, looked charming.

Barrello sat by a round stone table, upon which rested fragrant morning tea emitting steam and some pastries.

"What a delightful morning, the sunshine is splendid."

Barrello stood up, stretched out his arms, flexing his muscles, clearly in a pleasant mood.

Having consumed the Divine Liquid, though he hadn't broken the ten-meter limit, his body felt more youthful, more energetic, making him feel unprecedentedly powerful.

At this moment, Viscount Curtis, in charge of Huaxia's intelligence, was walking toward Barrello.

"Curtis, is the trip to Huaxia arranged?"

Barrello looked at the approaching Curtis.

"Yes, Your Grace, Curtis has arranged everything."

Viscount Curtis placed his right hand over his chest, bowing respectfully.

"Hmm."

Barrello nodded slightly, his deep blue eyes giving off a mysterious glow.

"Tsk, I can't wait to visit that beautiful villa in Huaxia, and witness the despair and fear in that little rat's eyes."

Barrello's lips curled into a smile as he said.

"Indeed, Your Grace, that little rat in Huaxia cannot escape Your Grace's grasp."

Curtis smiled respectfully.

That little rat from Huaxia dared to provoke the mighty Bordeaux Clan, slaughtering the clan members in Huaxia wantonly, simply clueless of its fate.

Now, Your Grace has reached near the Wolf Race's emperor level, with unparalleled strength.

"I've heard that the villa has grown increasingly beautiful, planted with many precious Spirit Medicines from Huaxia. Hehe, all delightful things."

Barrello stuck out his crimson tongue, lightly smacked his lips, looking toward the eastern sunrise direction, clicking his tongue in praise.

"Indeed, Your Grace, the villa is getting more beautiful, filled with many Spirit Medicines, and rare Spirit Fruits."

Curtis nodded, his eyes also brightened as he spoke.

Spirit Fruits and Spirit Grass also play a significant role in enhancing werewolf strength.

Unfortunately, the territory of France compared to Huaxia is only about the size of a large province. Furthermore, France is highly industrialized, with fewer dense forests, making Spirit Medicines nearly impossible to find.

French people wish to purchase Spirit Medicines from Huaxia, but many are in the hands of Ancient Martial Artists, who typically disdain foreigners and would not sell to them, proving extremely exclusionary to werewolves.

"Those Spirit Medicines and rare fruits shall all belong to me, Prince Barrello."

Barrello's eyes shone with light, smiling as he said.

"Indeed, all these shall belong to our Wolf Race's great king, Prince Barrello."

Curtis placed his hand over his chest, bowing at ninety degrees in praise.

"Haha, Curtis, I will reward you with some of these then."

Barrello laughed heartily.

"Thank you, my great prince."

Curtis showed a fervent look in his eyes, continuing to bow in praise.

"However, Prince Barrello, I received word that another prince is already on his way to Huaxia."

Curtis looked toward Prince Barrello, saying.

"Who?"

Upon hearing this, Prince Barrello's thick eyebrows immediately raised, his deep blue eyes glinting as he looked at Curtis.

The inadvertently released aura made Curtis's breathing slightly constrained.

"It's Prince Brandon. This morning, he took many of our Wolf Race elites and just caught a flight to Huaxia."

Curtis said to Barrello courteously.

"It's that Brandon, he actually went to Huaxia?"

Hearing this, the expression on Prince Barrello immediately darkened.

The four princes each have their own respective continental domains and generally do not venture into others' territories.

Brandon is responsible for the African continent; unexpectedly, he ventured into the Asian domain.

"What is Brandon planning?"

A cold light flashed in Barrello's eyes.

Currently, the most powerful Wolf Emperor has been dormant for a hundred years, leaving the top position in the Wolf Race vacant. Naturally, the four princes, being next only to the Wolf Emperor, covet the position.

Thus, the four princes are not harmonious among themselves.

At this juncture, Brandon going to Huaxia, one doesn't even need to think to realize it's apparent that he knows what's happening in Huaxia, very likely targeting the villa and Immortal Orange Wine.

"Damn it, that Brandon, going to Huaxia without even informing me, just went on his own."

A hint of scarlet cold light flashed in Prince Barrello's eyes.

"Your Grace, what should we do?"

Viscount Curtis looked at Prince Barrello.

"Should we set off immediately, head to Huaxia?"

Curtis asked.

"No need."

Upon hearing this, the scarlet cold light flickered in Barrello's eyes briefly, then he slowly shook his head, looking eastward.