"somebody is coming?"
"Well, it couldn't have come at a better time!"
Hearing this, an extremely cold light rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.
"who is it?"
"Who beheaded my Yuan'er?"
Suddenly, outside the inn, a middle-aged man stepped in and shouted coldly.
"Lord City Lord, the Lord City Lord is here!"
"The Lord of the City is here, this kid will definitely die here!"
"That's right, no matter how strong this kid is, his cultivation is only at the mid-level of the Heavenly King. He cannot be the opponent of the Lord of the City!"
"This boy's talent is indeed good, but he is too arrogant. If he died in the hands of the Lord of the City today, it is not an injustice to him!"
…
Seeing the middle-aged man appear, the inn instantly became excited.
The disciples in Juancheng straightened their backs instantly, with proud looks in their eyes.
"Boss, this old bastard's cultivation is about to reach the early stage of the Emperor!"
At this moment, Xiaojiao looked at Mo Wentian and said in a deep voice.
"They're just ants!"
A cold voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes flickered with coldness.
"Who killed my Yuan'er?"
"If you have the guts, stand up for me!"
Suddenly, the middle-aged man glanced at the inn with cold eyes and shouted sternly.
Finally, his eyes fell on Mo Wentian.
"Old bastard, stop looking, that little bastard was killed by me!"
Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly turned cold, he took a step forward and said coldly.
That look was even more arrogant than the city lord of Juancheng who came to raise an army to question him.
"Boy, is that you?"
"Did you kill my Yuan'er?"
"How is this possible? Your cultivation level is no more than the middle stage of the Heavenly King, but my Yuan'er is a strong man who is about to break into the Heavenly King's perfection. How can you kill him?"
Seeing Mo Wentian stand up, the middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, came back to his senses, and looked at Mo Wentian, his eyes were full of surprise.
The Mo Wentian in front of him, no matter how he probed, Mo Wentian's cultivation level was only in the middle stage of the Heavenly King.
Although there is only a small difference between the middle stage of the Heavenly King and the peak of the Heavenly King, there is a huge difference in strength.
He didn't believe that Mo Wentian in front of him could kill his nephew Yuanyuan.
"Report... Report to the Lord of the City, it's really... it's really this kid who killed Master Yuanyuan!"
"Not only Master Yuanyuan, he also killed Senior Brother Yuanjun just now!"
At this moment, the waiter rolled up to the middle-aged man and said in a trembling voice.
"What?"
"Did he really kill my Yuan'er? Not only did he kill my Yuan'er, he also killed the Yuan army?"
Hearing the waiter's words, the Juancheng City Lord's eyes widened instantly, and the murderous aura in his body quickly surged.
The eyes looking at Mo Wentian were filled with murderous intent. If eyes could kill, the lord of Juancheng would have killed Mo Wentian thousands of times.
"Old bastard, is there anything strange about this?"
"Not only them, you will also die in the hands of this emperor today!"
Mo Wentian looked at the middle-aged man, his eyes full of contempt, his mouth curled up slightly, and an evil smile spread.
"Boy, you are so arrogant!"
"I will definitely kill you today!"
Hearing this, the murderous intent in Juancheng's city lord Yuan Po's eyes suddenly surged, and the aura on his body increased rapidly.
"kill me?"
"Old bastard, I am in a good mood today. I will give you a chance to surrender to me, and I will spare your life!"
Looking at Yuan Po, Mo Wentian sneered.
The next moment, he seemed to remember something, and a glimmer of light flashed across Mo Wentian's eyes.
"What is this kid talking about? Wanting the Lord of the City to surrender to him?"
"The Lord of the City is a powerful man who has reached the perfection of the Heavenly King. Even if he is only one step away from the early stage of the Emperor, he actually arrogantly wants the Lord of the City to surrender to him? It is simply ridiculous!"
"I think this kid will definitely die in the hands of the City Lord today!"
"In the middle stage of the little king, no matter how strong he is, he will never be the opponent of the city lord!"
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Hearing Mo Wentian's words, the inn instantly exploded.
"Boy, when I say you're fat, you're really out of breath!"
"You still want me to surrender to you, but I think you are just daydreaming!"
"Double swords of longhorned beetles!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Yuan Po's eyes were filled with terrifying murderous intent.
With a cold shout, two divine swords appeared in his hands.
As the two divine swords appeared, the aura on Yuan Po's body surged again, and the billowing sword energy came out even more violently.
"A king-level perfect artifact, not bad!"
"Take it back and give it to Chi Xiao, it should be pretty good!"
Mo Wentian looked at the two swords in Yuan Po's hands, and a bright light suddenly rose in his eyes.
"Boy, go to hell!"
At this moment, a cold and stern voice sounded.
Yuan Po was seen holding the two beheaded swords and heading towards Mo Wentian to kill him.
But Mo Wentian looked at this scene, but his face didn't waver at all, and his body stood still.
What's more, Mo Wentian closed his eyes.
With this indifferent look, he didn't seem to pay any attention to Yuan Po, who was coming to kill him.
"This kid is standing still, is he waiting to die?"
"I think this kid must have been frightened by the terrifying power of the Lord of the City!"
"Hahaha... It turns out to be a paper tiger, bullying the weak and afraid of the strong. In front of the Lord of the City, he didn't even dare to move!"
"This kid seems to be dead!"
…
Seeing Mo Wentian standing there with his eyes closed, everyone in the inn, including the waiter who was originally frightened, laughed wildly.
It was as if they had seen something funny at this moment.
"Old bastard, if you want to kill me, you must have the ability to do so!"
"Shadow Secret!"
Just when Yuan Po's swords were about to hit Mo Wentian's head, Mo Wentian opened his eyes, his figure flashed, and he saw nine identical Mo Wentians instantly appearing in the void.
The nine Mo Wentians looked at Yuan Po with evil smiles on their lips.
"Boy, how dare you lie to me!"
"I must kill you!"
The sword failed, and Yuan Po's heart was filled with terrifying murderous intent.
Without the slightest hesitation, he struck out with his sword again, slashing at the nine Mo Wentians in the void.
"Old bastard, don't waste your energy. I will give you another chance. Obey me obediently!"
Mo Wentian looked at Yuan Po who was heading towards him again to kill him, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly.