Cang Yue Wolf King

The day my father was taken away by the temple, he left two things behind. A book of swordsmanship. A surname. Sixteen years later, I woke up in a slaughterhouse. They called me a bastard, a bastard, a bastard, and they trampled my mother's hair into the ground. I bit a pureblood's throat for the first time that day. From that day on, I was no longer a loser. I'm Draven. There are no countries on this continent, only tribes. Thousands of years ago, the Four Elephants Temple betrayed the covenant, slaughtered the wolf tribe, and tampered with history. All those who awaken the wolf totem are marked with the mark of low blood and will never be able to stand up again. They thought the wolves were dead. They are wrong. My name is Kael Draven. The last inheritor of the ancestral blood of the wolf clan. Descendants of the Cang Yue Wolf King. It took me three months to collect four ancestral knives, recruit thousands of wolf clans, and plant a flag on the wall of the mine with only one sentence written on it - "Debt Collector". Cassian, the chief wolf hunter of the temple, sent me a handwritten letter: "Your father's blood is in my hands. If you want him alive, come and get it yourself." I replied with three words - wait for me. This is not revenge. This is debt collection. The debt from thousands of years ago, the debt from sixteen years ago, the debt owed to all those who live on their knees. My name is Kael Draven. I will personally collect the debt that the temple owes me, piece by piece.