"Boy, you want me to surrender to you, a little ant in the middle stage of the Heavenly King. It's really ridiculous!"
"Tianniu Sword Technique: Cut!"
Mo Wentian's extremely arrogant voice came, and the killing intent in Yuan Po's eyes was frightening and terrifying.
With a cold shout, he held the two beetle swords and slashed at Mo Wentian again.
"Old bastard, you really don't want to give up until you reach the Yellow River!"
"Shenlong Fist!"
Seeing Yuan Po slashing with his sword again, Mo Wentian's eyes narrowed slightly.
In the void, nine Mo Wentian punched instantly.
"Hoho..."
Following Mo Wentian's punch, it seemed like an ancient peerless dragon roared out from Mo Wentian's fist.
The rolling fist power came out even more vastly, and looked terrifying from a distance.
"Boy, my double swords of the longhorned beetle are the divine weapons of the King of Perfection, but you just punched to block them!"
"You are simply seeking death!"
Seeing Mo Wentian greet him with a punch, Yuan Po burst into laughter instantly.
It looked like he had heard the funniest joke at this time.
"Hahahaha... Does this kid think he can stop the Lord of the City with just one punch?"
"I look at this boy, he is going to die in his arrogance today!"
"You are so arrogant, you deserve to die!"
"With this sword strike from the Lord of the City, this kid may not even be able to escape!"
…
Listening to Yuan Po's wildly laughing voice, countless warriors also started laughing.
Looking at Mo Wentian, their eyes were filled with disdain.
"Qiang Qiang..."
"boom… "
The next moment, in the void, nine Mo Wentian, from nine directions, blasted towards Yuan Po.
"not good!"
"This is that boy's clone!"
Yuan Po slashed down with his sword, and Mo Wentian's figure in the void instantly dispersed.
Suddenly, a bad premonition arose in Yuan Po's heart.
Only one clone of Mo Wentian was struck, and there were eight more Mo Wentians in the void, blasting towards him.
Yuan Po was stunned for a moment, came to his senses, and quickly blocked the two long swords in front of him.
But how could two longhorned swords be able to block eight Mo Wentian.
"How's it going, old bastard?"
"I have warned you a long time ago, don't struggle needlessly!"
"Taste the taste of this emperor's Shenlong Fist!"
A cold voice sounded, and a glimmer of light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.
Looking at Yuan Po, Mo Wentian raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and an evil smile spread instantly.
"boom… "
The next moment, Mo Wentian didn't hesitate at all, and eight Mo Wentians blasted directly towards Yuan Po.
Needless to say, Yuan Po's body flew out directly.
"Pfft..."
A mouthful of blood spit out from Yuan Po's mouth.
"The Lord of the City was defeated! The Lord of the City was defeated at the hands of this boy!"
"How is this possible? Isn't this guy's cultivation in the middle stage of a Heavenly King?"
"How come this kid is so strong?"
"Can the City Lord really not be able to defeat this kid?"
"The city lord can't defeat him. Who else among us in Juancheng can defeat him?"
…
Seeing Yuan Po flying backwards, countless warriors were slightly startled and came to their senses.
Looking at Mo Wentian, one figure after another, their eyes were full of surprise.
"Boy, you..."
"How can you be so strong?"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Yuan Po's eyes were full of surprise.
You must know that Mo Wentian's cultivation level is only in the middle stage of the Heavenly King, but he is a strong person who has reached the perfection of the Heavenly King.
He originally thought that even if he couldn't stop Mo Wentian's eight clones, with his physique, he wouldn't be able to get hurt.
But what he didn't know was that Mo Wentian's punch just now exerted less than 50% of its power.
If Mo Wentian had used 80% of his power, he would have turned into a corpse.
"Old bastard, you are really a frog in the well. The power this emperor exerts is only 40 to 50%!"
"You think I am strong. If I am 70% to 80% effective, wouldn't you have to kneel down and worship me?"
Mo Wentian looked at Yuan Po with an evil smile on his face and said coldly and arrogantly.
“Only 40 to 50%?”
"This is impossible?"
"No, boy, you are hiding your cultivation!"
He was muttering to himself, and suddenly, he seemed to remember something, and a cold light flashed in Yuan Po's eyes.
The next moment, he looked at Mo Wentian and said coldly.
"Hidden cultivation?"
"Old bastard, this emperor is in the middle stage of the Heavenly King!"
Hearing this, the evil smile on Mo Wentian's lips became even stronger.
Looking at Yuan Po, Mo Wentian's eyes were full of contempt.
"Boss, don't talk nonsense to this old bastard, just kill him!"
At this moment, Xiaojiao's eyes flashed with cold light, he looked at Mo Wentian and said in a deep voice.
"This old bastard is still useful if you keep it!"
A complicated look flashed through the depths of Mo Wentian's eyes, and he said in a low voice.
"Is there any use in keeping it?"
"Boss, this old bastard's cultivation level is only at the level of the Heavenly King's Perfection. Our Heaven-Eating Kingdom has no shortage of such worthless Heavenly King's Perfection warriors now!"
Hearing Mo Wentian's words, Xiaojiao was filled with doubts. He frowned slightly and asked.
"There is no shortage of Heavenly King Perfection warriors like him in the Heaven-Eating Kingdom, but there is a shortage in Juancheng!"
As if he remembered something, a cold glint flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes, and he said in a cold voice.
"Boss, I understand!"
"Are you going to keep this old bastard and let him take care of it when we conquer Juancheng?"
Hearing this, Xiaojiao understood instantly and looked at Mo Wentian with an extremely bright light in his eyes.
"That's right!"
"After conquering this Juancheng, it will naturally need our people to manage it!"
Mo Wentian nodded and said with a slight grin.
"Boss..."
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Xiaojiao opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
"Old bastard, I will give you another chance!"
"Surrender or die!"
The next moment, Mo Wentian looked at Yuan Po with his eyes filled with cold light and shouted coldly.
"Boy, if you want me to surrender, you must have this strength!"
"Fight again!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Yuan Po wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up.
For some reason, looking at Mo Wentian, he seemed to see his future in this young man in the middle stage of the Heavenly King.
What's more, his heart became a little looser, and he had the idea of submitting to Mo Wentian.
However, the next moment, he thought that he was the city lord of Juancheng. If he just surrendered to Mo Wentian, where would his dignity be
"Old bastard, you still don't give up!"
"If you want to fight that emperor, I will play with you again!"
Hearing this, looking at Yuan Po, Mo Wentian grinned slightly and said with a sneer.