"Double swords of longhorned beetles!"
"Ghost Slash!"
The next moment, Yuan Po gave a cold shout and took action again.
As Yuan Po took action, the aura on his body surged rapidly, and the billowing sword energy surged out.
Immediately, in the void, among the two long-horned swords, the phantoms of the ancient long-horned longhorns moved rapidly.
The two swords of the long-horned beetle are also dancing in the void like ghosts. From a distance, they look terrifying.
As the long swords of the long-horned beetle danced, a series of extremely terrifying auras came out with Yuan Po as the center, heading towards Mo Wentian to kill him.
"Ghost Slash? Is this the most powerful move of the City Lord, Ghost Slash?"
"The aura of the Lord City Lord is so strong. I look at the boy and think that he will not be able to defeat the Lord City Lord this time!"
"This kid will definitely die under the demonic attack of the Lord of the City!"
"What a terrifying power!"
…
As Yuan Po Ghost Slash took action, countless warriors in Juancheng looked at this scene with astonishing expressions in their eyes.
The next moment, when he came back to his senses, the expressions of the figures changed slightly, and the original lonely expressions instantly became extremely confident.
It was as if they had seen Mo Wentian die tragically under Yuan Po's ghostly attack at this moment.
"very good!"
"Shenlong Fist!"
Seeing Yuan Po's two swords coming towards him to kill him, Mo Wentian's eyes narrowed slightly.
The figure flashed, and the seven clones instantly disappeared in the void, leaving only Mo Wentian's physical body.
With a cold shout, he punched Yuan Po directly to greet him.
"boom… "
There was a violent collision, and Yuan Po's body flew backwards again.
However, Mo Wentian's body stood still in a daze, and there was no movement at all on Mo Wentian's face.
"Pfft..."
A mouthful of blood spat out from Yuan Po's mouth again.
Suddenly, Yuan Po's face turned pale and there was no trace of blood at all.
"The Lord of the City's Ghost Slash was also defeated!"
"Is this kid a human or a monster? Isn't he in the middle stage of the Heavenly King? Why is he so strong!"
"The Lord of the City has already used his special move, Ghost Slash. Next, what else will the Lord of the City use to stop this kid!"
"This boy's strength is too terrifying!"
"The City Lord is not as strong as this boy. Does the City Lord really want to surrender to him?"
…
The strong smell of blood came, and countless warriors looked at this scene with their eyes wide open, their eyes filled with disbelief.
Looking at that proud figure, they felt a cold chill sweeping towards them, making people shudder.
"Old bastard, how strong is this emperor?"
As if he remembered something, Mo Wentian walked closer to Yuan Po step by step. Looking at Yuan Po, Mo Wentian said with contempt on his face.
"How is the strength?"
"I lost!"
Hearing Mo Wentian's words, Yuan Po's eyes flashed with sadness, but when he looked at Mo Wentian, he didn't avoid it at all.
"Old bastard, since you are defeated, then surrender to this emperor!"
"I will let you continue to be the city lord of Juancheng. If you all listen to my words, I will not kill any of the disciples of Juancheng!"
"But if there are people who don't know the truth, then I can't blame you!"
Mo Wentian looked at Yuan Po, an extremely cold light flashed in his eyes, and he shouted coldly.
"I surrender to you and you will let me be the lord of Juancheng?"
Hearing this, Yuan Po looked at Mo Wentian with a look of surprise in his eyes.
"That's right, I always keep my word!"
"Submit to this emperor, and I will make you the lord of Juan City!"
"However, I have a condition!"
As if he remembered something, Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly shrank and he said coldly.
"What conditions?"
Yuan Po stood up and blurted out subconsciously.
"My conditions are very simple. You surrender to me and hand over all the resources in your Juancheng treasure house!"
A cold voice sounded, and the corners of Mo Wentian's lips curved into an evil smile.
"Submit to you?"
"Hand over all the resources in Juancheng's treasure house?"
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, a cold glint flashed in Yuan Po's eyes.
"Hand over the resources of Juancheng's treasure house? Lord City Lord, you can't agree to this!"
"In Juancheng's treasure house, there are thousands of years of cultivation resources for our Juancheng in the future. If all these resources are handed over, then Juancheng, let alone be ranked in the front, even if we want to keep our original name, then It’s impossible!”
"But if we don't surrender, this guy will definitely kill us!"
"Which is more important, life or training resources?"
"I am willing to choose to surrender. If the resources are gone, we can take them again. But if our lives are gone, then there is nothing left!"
…
As soon as Mo Wentian said these words, Juancheng exploded instantly.
More warriors are willing to choose to surrender. After all, they have seen Mo Wentian's strength.
Even their city lord, a strong man in the Heavenly King's Perfect Realm, was no match for Mo Wentian, and they didn't even think of fighting.
They just want to survive. After all, after cultivating to the realm of the Heavenly King, their life span is one hundred thousand years. One hundred thousand years, if they break through to the realm of the Emperor, their life span is two hundred thousand years. How could they be willing to die!
"Old bastard, I have no patience!"
"Give you three breaths to think about it!"
"If you agree to my conditions, I will spare the lives of everyone in Juancheng. But if you don't agree, then your Juancheng will disappear from the ancient ruins today!"
The next moment, Mo Wentian looked at the hesitant Yuan Po and shouted coldly again.
"One breath!"
A cold voice sounded, and Mo Wentian started counting without any hesitation.
"two… "
"Juancheng, disappeared?"
"I… "
"I am willing to surrender, and all my disciples in Juancheng are willing to surrender!"
But just when Mo Wentian started to count two breaths, Yuan Po looked at Mo Wentian and said with a gleaming face.
After the battle with Mo Wentian, Yuan Po had no doubts about Mo Wentian's words.
If he didn't agree to Mo Wentian's conditions, he was sure that Mo Wentian would definitely kill him in Juancheng.
He is about to break through to the early stage of the Emperor. He still has countless lifespans, and he doesn't want to die.
What's more, Mo Wentian promised him that even if he surrendered, he would still be the lord of Juan City.
"very good!"
"Old bastard, it seems you still have some eyesight!"
Seeing Yuan Po agree to surrender, the curve of Mo Wentian's mouth became more intense, and a glimmer of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.
"Boss, is this old bastard just surrendering like this?"
Looking at this scene, a cold light flashed in Xiaojiao's eyes.
Looking at Mo Wentian, he said in a deep voice.
"Just surrender like this?"
"This is not enough!"
When Xiao Jiao's voice came, Mo Wentian seemed to remember something, and his eyes suddenly shrank.