"Boy, don't be too arrogant!"
"You are only in the middle stage of Heavenly King, and I am indeed the Heavenly King of Consummation. I, Liu Sheng, still don't believe that you can kill me!"
Listening to Mo Wentian's extremely arrogant words, the anger in Liu Sheng's eyes suddenly surged, his hands clenched into fists, and the fighting spirit in his body surged.
"You ants, call the people they want this silkworm protective clothing to come with them!"
"Kill you, I am too lazy to do it!"
Hearing this, the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth raised an evil arc, and his eyes scanned the arena, filled with disdain.
"Go together?"
"Boy, this must be the decision you regret most!"
Liu Sheng looked at Mo Wentian, his eyes flashed with extremely cold eyes, and he said sternly.
"You ants, if you want to go up, let's go together, don't waste my time!"
Hearing Liu Sheng's words, Mo Wentian's eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice became even more arrogant.
"This kid is so arrogant. Senior Brother Liu Sheng has already been killed. What do we have to be afraid of? Let's go together and kill this kid!"
"That's right, come together and kill this kid!"
"This Heavenly Silkworm Protective Clothes is the treasure of our Heavenly Bull Clan, we can't let this guy, a foreigner, take it away!"
"This kid must die here today!"
…
As soon as Mo Wentian said these words, the fierce light on the faces of countless warriors on the stage suddenly surged, and the fighting spirit on their bodies rolled out.
The next moment, without the slightest hesitation, figures hurriedly walked towards the ring.
In just a few breaths, thousands of figures appeared on the stage.
Thousands of figures looked at Mo Wentian with cold glints in their eyes.
"The nine hundred and eighty-eight heavenly kings are at their peak, and the twelve heavenly kings are perfect!"
Muttering to himself, Mo Wentian looked at the figures standing on the opposite side of the ring and shook his head.
There was no movement on his handsome face at this moment, and his eyes were extremely calm, as if he didn't take the thousands of warriors in front of him at all.
"Boss, there are a thousand warriors, including twelve heavenly kings, let me help you!"
Suddenly, Xiao Jiao looked at Mo Wentian, a cold light flashed in his eyes.
"Need not!"
"It is enough for me to kill these ants alone!"
A sonorous and powerful voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes were full of determination.
"Boss..."
Xiaojiao opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
"Little Jiao, after I kill these ants, put away all the space rings and artifacts on these ants!"
"When the time comes, we will take back the Heaven-Devouring Kingdom and give it to our disciples to practice!"
Seeing Xiao Jiao's expression darken instantly, as if he remembered something, a flash of light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.
"No problem, boss, leave this matter to me!"
"I promise to finish it well."
Upon hearing that Mo Wentian had something for him to do, Xiaojiao's expression changed instantly, and his frown relaxed in just a moment.
Looking at Mo Wentian, he said with a happy face.
"Boss, what about me?"
"Is there anything you need me to do?"
At this moment, a furry figure flashed out of Mo Wentian's arms.
He opened his round eyes wide, looked at Mo Wentian, and said expectantly.
"Huantian, you, I still have important tasks for you."
"Now you go to Wentian Pavilion and cultivate yourself. You will have a lot of things to do to help me next!"
Hearing this, Mo Wentian's eyes fell on Huantian. Looking at Huantian, Mo Wentian said with a slight grin.
"Okay, boss, be careful then!"
Although Huantian was a little unhappy, he still agreed.
"Buzzing..."
The figure flashed and entered Wentian Pavilion directly.
"The ants, are you all ready to die?"
The next moment, Mo Wentian seemed to remember something. He looked at the thousands of figures on the opposite side of the ring, grinned slightly, and said with a wicked smile on his face.
"Boy, you will be the one who dies today!"
"Brothers, come together and kill this kid!"
"Kill this kid, and the next nine lots will be ours!"
"Don't let this kid take away what belongs to our Tianniu tribe!"
…
As soon as Mo Wentian said these words, the thousands of figures on the opposite side of the arena were filled with fighting spirit.
Looking at Mo Wentian, the killing intent in those countless eyes was undisguised.
"You ants, you talk so much nonsense before you die!"
"The Heaven-Eating Divine Sword, come out!"
A cold voice sounded, and the Heaven-Eating Divine Sword appeared in Mo Wentian's hand again.
At this moment, the Heaven-Eating Divine Sword seemed to understand Mo Wentian's words. On top of the Heaven-Eating Divine Sword, billowing sword energy vibrated out.
The aura on Mo Wentian's body suddenly surged at this moment.
Originally it was just the aura of the middle stage of the Heavenly King, but in just a few breaths, the aura on Mo Wentian's body quickly grew to the perfection of the Heavenly King.
In fact, it is still growing, as if there is no end.
"Heaven-Eating Sword Technique!"
"Breaking the Boundary!"
The next moment, Mo Wentian shouted coldly. Without any hesitation, he held the Heaven-Eating Divine Sword and slashed directly towards the thousands of figures on the opposite side.
"Tianniu Gong!"
"Tianniu Fist!"
"Beetle's feet!"
…
As Mo Wentian made a move with his sword, the sounds of cold shouts from the other side of the ring suddenly resounded.
Immediately, silhouettes were seen approaching Mo Wentian holding various artifacts.
"very good!"
Mo Wentian looked at this scene, and the curve of his mouth became more intense.
"die!"
The next moment, a stern voice sounded.
Without the slightest hesitation, Mo Wentian's sword fell towards the figures in an instant.
"ah… "
"No… "
"How can this be?"
"This guy's strength is really...so strong!"
…
As Mo Wentian's sword fell, countless warriors in the void felt an aura of death approaching them.
At this moment, some warriors subconsciously wanted to escape, but under Mo Wentian's sword, they had nothing to hide.
In less than a few breaths, under Mo Wentian's sword, most of the people had no breath at all.
They opened their eyes wide and looked at Mo Wentian with fear on their faces, with a bit of unconcealable reluctance deep in their eyes.
"Bang bang bang..."
Immediately, a series of lifeless figures fell to the ground.
"So many souls cannot be wasted!"
Suddenly, as if he remembered something, a bright light shone in Mo Wentian's eyes.