"The emperor's condition is very simple!"
"You and I will fight, and if you lose, you will surrender to me and become my dog!"
"Not only you but also the eight shopkeepers of your Huayue Trading Company must be my dogs!"
A cold voice sounded, and an extremely cold gleam rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.
"Boy, you are so arrogant!"
"Do you think you have a chance to win in front of my boss?"
Listening to the conditions proposed by Mo Wentian, Mutuwu burst out laughing instantly, his voice even more sarcastic.
"Mu Tuwu, in one sentence, do you agree to my terms?"
Mo Wentian looked at Mutu Wu's appearance. There was no slight fluctuation on his handsome face, and he said indifferently.
"Promise, why not agree!"
"Boy, what if my boss wins?"
Mutuwu was asked this by Mo Wentian, and he agreed instantly without any hesitation.
But the next moment, he seemed to remember something, and a cold light flashed in Mutuwu's eyes, and he said in a cold voice.
"you win?"
"If you win, I will let you do whatever you want!"
The corner of Mo Wentian's mouth curled up slightly, and an evil smile spread instantly.
Mo Wentian had full confidence in his heart. It was simply impossible for Mutu Wu in front of him to defeat him.
No matter what conditions Mutuwu put forward, Mo Wentian would agree, because Mutuwu would never win this battle.
"very good!"
"Boy, I can guarantee that today is the day you die!"
Hearing this, the wanton smile on Mutuwu's face became even crazier.
It seemed that at this moment, he had already seen the tragic death of Mo Wentian in his hands.
"This boy is really arrogant. He dares to agree to any conditions, Lord Bank!"
"If you lose, leave it to the Lord of the Bank. I think this kid will die miserably!"
"This kid promised the Lord of the Line to put away the Time Roulette and then fight with the Lord of the Line. I think this kid is looking for death!"
"That's right, the lady who captured my Huayue Trading Company also took away ten lots from my Huayue Trading Company. Now in front of the Lord, he dared to put away the time roulette and fight with the Lord! "
"If he dies, he will die. I can only blame him for not overestimating his abilities!"
…
Seeing Mo Wentian say this, the eight figures behind Mutuwu looked at Mo Wentian with sneers in their eyes.
It was as if Mo Wentian at this moment was like a funny joke in their eyes.
"Old guy, stop dragging your feet, I will kill you right away!"
"Heaven-Eating Sword Technique!"
A cold voice sounded, and the Heaven-Eating Divine Sword instantly appeared in Mo Wentian's hand.
As the Heaven-Eating Divine Sword appeared in Mo Wentian's hand, the aura on Mo Wentian's body suddenly surged.
The Heaven-Eating Divine Sword was trembling in Mo Wentian's hand, and the billowing sword energy was even more trembling.
"this… "
"How can this kid be so powerful?"
Feeling Mo Wentian's terrifying power, a cold gleam flashed in Mutuwu's eyes, and he couldn't help but feel a hint of surprise in his heart.
"No matter how powerful you are, you will never be my opponent!"
The next moment, he seemed to remember something, a faint light flashed in Mutuwu's eyes, and his heart instantly became firm.
"Heaven-Eating Sword Technique!"
"Jian Po Tian!"
With a cold shout, the light in Mo Wentian's eyes skyrocketed.
The next moment, Mo Wentian swung his sword directly towards Mu Tuwu in the void.
"Boom..."
A terrible rift opened in the void.
"Beetle Divine Bow!"
Seeing this scene, Mutuwu did not want to be outdone at all. He opened the long-horned divine bow by a third of the arc and shot an arrow directly towards Mo Wentian.
"Qiang Qiang..."
"boom… "
There was a violent collision, and Mo Wentian felt as if a huge mountain was hitting him. Mo Wentian's body was retreating steadily.
"Pfft..."
The next moment, a mouthful of blood spurted out from Mo Wentian's mouth.
"In the early days of the Emperor's reign, I was a little underestimated!"
Muttering to himself, Mo Wentian stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and a cold and cold light flashed in his eyes.
Mo Wentian originally thought that his body had broken through to the level of the Nine Dragons Saint Body, the sixth level of the Immortal Body, and it would be easy to defeat Mutu Wu in the early stage of the Emperor in front of him.
Unexpectedly, this Mutuwu was not as simple as Mo Wentian imagined.
"Boss..."
There were exclamations one after another, and Xiao Jiao's figure flashed and appeared next to Mo Wentian.
"I'm fine!"
"This old guy is in pretty good shape!"
"This emperor is becoming more and more interested in this old guy, and I will definitely bring him under my feet today!"
Mo Wentian watched the little dragon appear next to him, with a slight grin on his face, and a look of indifference on his handsome face.
"Boy, the leader of the bank has told you to hand over the daughter of the bank owner on your own initiative, but you won't!"
"Now you can't blame me!"
"Ha ha ha ha… "
Seeing that Mo Wentian was injured, Mutu Wu instantly laughed crazily, standing proudly in the void, overlooking Mo Wentian, the look in his eyes was even more arrogant.
"Old guy, I'm injured, are you better than me?"
The corner of Mo Wentian's mouth curled up slightly, and an evil smile spread instantly.
"Boy, you..."
"uh-huh… "
Hearing this, at this moment, Mutuwu suddenly discovered that strands of sword energy were invading and entering his body, frantically destroying his body.
"You still want to hurt me, the master of this trade, with the power of the sword, get out of my way!"
The next moment, a cold glint flashed in Mutu Wu's eyes, and he shouted coldly.
Immediately, Mutuwu was seen playing seals one after another in his hand. As the seals were played one after another in his hand, the aura on Mutuwu's body increased even more.
"Tear..."
"Tear..."
Immediately, the sounds of pieces of cloth breaking became louder.
"Boss, this old guy is using his body to force out your sword energy!"
Seeing this scene, Xiaojiao understood instantly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice.
"If you want to die, then just force it!"
Mo Wentian was extremely indifferent. At this moment, the wanton arc raised at the corner of his mouth became even more intense.
The sword energy that invaded Mutuwu's body was not just ordinary sword energy, but was processed by Mo Wentian and infused with the power of the soul.
Although there are only a few sword energy entering Mutu Wu's body, if Mutu Wu resists forcefully and tries to force out these sword energy, not only will he not be able to force it out, he will also Backlashed.
"If you want to die, just force it?"
Muttering to himself, Xiao Jiao looked at Mo Wentian with a look of surprise in his eyes.