"No, this guy is at it again!"
"What a powerful force, retreat quickly!"
"This kid is really scary!"
"Quickly exit the ring, otherwise our fate will be the same as those warriors above the ring!"
…
Seeing Mo Wentian heading towards them and killing them, the figures came back to their senses instantly.
Without the slightest hesitation, he subconsciously retreated under the ring.
"If you want to escape now, it's too late!"
"Die!"
Looking at the figures running away crazily, Mo Wentian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he struck out with his sword, aiming towards the remaining three hundred and fifty figures.
"ah… "
"No… "
"ah… "
…
As Mo Wentian's sword fell, screams suddenly resounded.
"Bang bang bang..."
Immediately, figures fell to the ground one after another.
A strong smell of blood filled the air instantly.
In an instant, in front of the entire Huayue Trading Company, there were corpses everywhere and rivers of blood. Even the entire arena was dyed bright red at this moment.
In the end, only twelve figures were left on the entire arena. Although these twelve figures still had breath in their bodies, they were not far away from death.
"Dead, all dead!"
"Thousands of disciples, all of whom are at the peak of the Heavenly Kings, are dead, leaving only these twelve Heavenly Kings who have reached perfection!"
The strong smell of blood came, and at the highest point of Huayue Trading Company, the fiery red figure had a look of amazement in her eyes.
"Miss, this kid is really scary!"
"I'm looking at the next lot. We'd better not take any more pictures. I'll ask the owner to come over!"
The woman in black looked at the proud figure standing on the stage, a cold light flashed in her eyes, and she said in a deep voice.
"No!"
"My father is in retreat recently, please don't disturb me!"
Hearing this, Mu Ruxue quickly shouted coldly.
"Miss… "
The woman in black wanted to say something, but looking at Mu Ruxue, she finally said nothing.
"The Perfection of the Heavenly King is indeed the Perfection of the Heavenly King!"
"They are all dead, and you are still alive!"
Mo Wentian looked at the twelve figures in front of him, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and an evil smile spread instantly.
The next moment, without the slightest hesitation, Mo Wentian walked towards the twelve figures step by step.
Among these twelve figures, there is also the familiar figure, Liu Sheng.
Every step Mo Wentian took seemed to fall on the hearts of the remaining twelve warriors.
Every step closer made them feel the breath of death, approaching them infinitely.
"you… "
"What do you want to do?"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Liu Sheng's body was trembling and he said.
At this moment, there was no murderous look on his face, only a look of fear.
"What do I want to do?"
"What do you think I want to do?"
Mo Wentian did not answer directly, but the evil smile on his lips became more and more wanton, and he asked the question without answering.
"I… "
"you… "
"Don't kill me!"
Liu Sheng hesitated for a long time, but finally managed to get a few words out of his mouth.
"Don't kill you?"
Muttering to himself, Mo Wentian stepped closer to Liu Sheng. His eyes looked at Liu Sheng, with a cold and arrogant look on his handsome face.
"Yeah, don't kill us!"
"As long as you don't kill us, we will do whatever you want us to do!"
"We don't want the remaining eight items!"
"Don't kill us!"
…
At this moment, the remaining eleven figures came to their senses and quickly began to beg for mercy.
"Without killing you, are you really willing to do anything for me?"
Hearing this, Mo Wentian seemed to think of something, a bright light rose in his eyes, he coughed lightly and said indifferently.
"Yes, yes, as long as you don't kill us, we are willing to do anything!"
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, one after another, without any hesitation, almost nodded in unison.
"very good!"
"Then relax your mind, let me leave the mark of your soul, and be my dog honestly!"
Looking at the twelve figures with pleading faces in front of them, the curvature of the corners of their mouths became more intense, and they said with evil smiles on their faces.
What the Heaven-Eating Kingdom lacks now is strength. Although the twelve people in front of them have been seriously injured, they will recover in a short time.
As long as their cultivation levels are restored, the twelve heavenly kings will be consummated, and Mo Wentian will not let go of the opportunity to increase the strength of the Heaven-Devouring Kingdom.
"Relax and be a dog? This kid is too arrogant!"
"He, a small mid-stage Heavenly King, actually let twelve powerful Heavenly Kings become perfect dogs?"
"Will these twelve heavenly kings and perfect masters agree?"
"If these twelve heavenly kings successfully agree to be this boy's dog, then it seems that the next eight lots are destined to have no chance with us!"
…
As soon as Mo Wentian said these words, countless warriors under the arena started talking instantly.
"Relax and be a dog?"
"this… "
"Relax your mind, our life and death are in his hands, this..."
"But if we don't relax our minds, what awaits us is death in the next second!"
…
As soon as Mo Wentian said this, the twelve figures began to discuss secretly.
"This emperor's patience is not good!"
"I'll give you three breaths to consider. If you don't relax your mind after three breaths, I can't blame you!"
A series of discussions came, and Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he said coldly.
"one… "
"I'm willing to relax!"
"I'm also willing to relax!"
"Don't kill us, we are willing to be your dogs!"
Before Mo Wentian could even finish counting his breaths, the voices of hurried begging for mercy came quickly.
"Yes, Not Bad!"
"You dogs are quite sensible!"
"Relax!"
Mo Wentian looked at the disciples of the Tianniu clan in front of him and shouted coldly.
Mo Wentian doesn't have the slightest favorable impression of the people of the Tianniu tribe now. If these people are not willing to become his slaves, he doesn't mind killing them all.
"Yes, yes, let's let go!"
"Let's let go!"
…
Hearing this, the twelve figures instantly relaxed their minds.
"Slave God Seal!"
The next moment, Mo Wentian gave a cold shout and made seals one after another in his hands.
As the seals were played out one by one, countless seals gathered into the void to form a simple and boundless slave character.
The word slave exudes a simple and boundless atmosphere.
"become!"
Suddenly, a cold voice sounded, and in the void, twelve characters of slave fell towards the eyebrows of twelve figures.
"ah… "
"ah… "
…
As the word "Slave" fell between their eyebrows, twelve figures instantly rolled on the ground.
It was as if they were suffering tremendous pain at this moment.
A quarter of an hour later, twelve figures got up from the ground.
"Meet the master!"
"Meet the master!"
…
Looking at Mo Wentian, twelve figures quickly knelt down to Mo Wentian and said with great respect.