This Mutu Wu Mo Wentian must be subdued. This person has a profound influence on the Tianniu clan. Accepting him will be a good thing for Mo Wentian to subdue the entire Tianniu clan.
As for the eight shopkeepers of Huayue Trading Company, Mo Wentian had a plan.
Now that Mutuwu and Mu Ruxue have surrendered to his hands, the entire Huayue Trading Company will naturally belong to him, Mo Wentian.
Since it belongs to him, Mo Wentian, it needs to be managed. Although there is no shortage of management talents in the Heaven-Eating Kingdom, at this moment, it is not the time for people from the Heaven-Eating Kingdom to appear openly.
At this special time, it is necessary to find someone to manage it among the Tianniu tribe. Among Huayue Trading Bank, it is undoubtedly the best choice for these eight original shopkeepers to manage the eight branches of Huayue Trading Bank. .
"Yes, Master!"
"Yes, Master!"
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Hearing this, ten figures stepped forward, looked at Mo Wentian, and said respectfully.
"Boss, why don't you just kill these ants?"
"Why do you want to keep their lives?"
Hearing this, Xiaojiao's eyes were full of doubts and he asked in a deep voice.
"Huayue Trading Company has been conquered, so of course it needs to be managed!"
Mo Wentian's eyes flashed coldly, and he said with an indifferent expression.
"Boss..."
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Xiaojiao opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
"Boy, I am sure that today is the day you die!"
"Beetle Divine Bow!"
A gloomy voice sounded, and the Godly Longhorn Bow appeared in Mutuwu's hand. The only difference from before was that the phantom of the Ancient Longhorn on this bow was no longer hundreds of feet long, but became a It's a hundred feet in size.
But on the divine bow, runes flashed one after another. The runes shrouded the bow. From a distance, it looked like a perfect work of art, making people unable to take their eyes away.
"Beetle Divine Bow!"
"open!"
"Boom..."
Following Mutu Wu's roar, the Heavenly King Consummation warriors around Mutu Wu seemed to have been under terrible pressure, and their faces were extremely pale.
But the divine bow flashing with mysterious runes was pulled open by one-third by Mutu Wu.
"Buzzing..."
The Godly Bow of the Heavenly Bull trembles, and the spiritual energy surrounding it for hundreds of feet gathers towards the Godly Bow like a tide.
And just when the spiritual energy gathered at the divine bow, in just a few breaths, it had been completely swallowed up by the beetle divine bow.
"Boss, the power on this divine bow is so powerful!"
Suddenly, Xiaojiao came back to his senses from the shock and said quickly.
"Is it so powerful?"
"The power of the Godly God's Bow is good, but the Mutu Wu cannot exert its effect!"
Mo Wentian's eyes were looking straight at the divine bow, with a cold light flashing in his eyes, and he said coldly.
The next moment, Mo Wentian seemed to remember something, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and then he waved his hand and hit seals one by one in a radius of several hundred feet.
And as Mo Wentian played seals one after another, Mo Wentian placed a ban within a few hundred feet.
Due to this restriction, even a strong person in the early days of the Emperor could not detect what was happening within a few hundred feet.
"Time Roulette!"
The next moment, Mo Wentian shouted coldly, and a small roulette wheel appeared in Mo Wentian's hand.
On the roulette wheel, mysterious divine patterns flickered, and in the roulette wheel, there was a breath of time and immortality spreading out.
"Time Roulette?"
"Boy, who are you?"
Seeing the time roulette appear, Mutuwu's eyes were filled with confusion.
After being stunned for a while, he came back to his senses, looked at Mo Wentian, his eyes full of surprise, and asked sharply.
"Who is this emperor?"
"The wheel of time is in the hands of this emperor. Who do you think I am?"
Hearing this, Mo Wentian raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and an evil smile spread instantly.
"Time Roulette? Isn't it rumored that this Time Roulette fell into the hands of Mo Wentian, the emperor of the Sky Devouring Kingdom? How could it appear in the hands of this kid?"
"Who is this kid? Could it be that this kid is the emperor of the Heaven-Eating Kingdom?"
"This is impossible! How can the cultivation level of the emperor of the Heaven-Eating Kingdom be so low!"
"The time roulette is in his hands. This kid may really be the emperor of the Heaven-Eating Kingdom, Mo Wentian!"
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One after another, figures came back to their senses and looked at Mo Wentian, with expressions of astonishment on their faces.
The eight shopkeepers of Huayue Trading Company instantly exploded.
"Boy, you..."
"Are you really the emperor of the Heaven-Devouring Kingdom, Mo Wentian?"
Looking at the figure standing proudly in the void, the cold light in Mutuwu's eyes flickered, and he spoke again.
"That's right, it's me!"
Mo Wentian didn't hide it and admitted it directly.
Within a few hundred feet, there were only the nine people from Huayue Trading Company and Xiaojiao, as well as Mu Ruxue who had surrendered to him and the ten warriors who had perfected the Heavenly King.
Why not tell them your true identity
In Mo Wentian's eyes, it was only a matter of time before they surrendered to his hands and knew his identity.
The reason why Mo Wentian set up the restriction was just to cover the aura on the time wheel.
After all, when the Time Roulette comes out, it will definitely attract everyone's attention. Let alone conquering the nine people from Huayue Trading Company, even if he wants to leave the Tianniu Clan, it will not be that easy.
"It's true, this kid is really Mo Wentian, the emperor of the Heaven-Devouring Kingdom!"
"Didn't the Emperor of the Heaven-Eating Kingdom say that his strength is terrifying? But this kid's cultivation is only at the mid-level of a Heavenly King. Is this really Mo Wentian?"
"Yes, I heard that some strong men from the Monster Clan and the Beast Clan died at the hands of Mo Wentian!"
"Then will our travel master still be this boy's opponent?"
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After hearing Mo Wentian's admission, the eight shopkeepers behind Mutuwu began to discuss with fierce gleams in their eyes.
"Boy, so what if you are Mo Wentian?"
"It doesn't matter if the Time Roulette is here. I have the perfect king-level artifact, the Godly Bull Bow, in my hand. You will still not be my opponent!"
After hearing Mo Wentian's affirmative answer, Mu Tuwu's aura quickly surged.
The Godly Bow of the Godly Bull was stretched by one-third, and Mutu Wu gathered all his strength into his hands, trying to make the arc of the Godly Bow wider.
But no matter how hard he tried, the Godly Bull Bow could only be opened one-third of the way. No matter how hard he pulled, it could not be opened!
"Old guy, even if you use all your strength, you can't even pull this bow apart!"
Mo Wentian looked at this scene, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said with an evil smile that spread instantly.