"Boy, I don't like your arrogance, but if you have any last words, I will grant them to you!"
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, the anger in Jiang Zhengyuan's heart surged again.
But the next moment, he seemed to remember something, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and he said something else.
"Old bastard, don't you want your 800,000-strong army to destroy this emperor's Heaven-Devouring Kingdom?"
"Looking back, do these eight hundred thousand disciples belong to your Tianniu clan?"
Looking at Jiang Zhengyuan, the evil smile on Mo Wentian's lips became more intense.
Now is the time to reveal the identities of Uncle Niu and others. If they are not revealed at this time, Mo Wentian is afraid that Jiang Zhengyuan will be killed accidentally and he will not be able to see this spectacular scene.
After all, Mo Wentian just wanted to see Jiang Zhengyuan's wonderful expression.
"Looking back?"
"Boy, what are you looking back at?"
"Of course the disciples of my Tianniu clan belong to my Tianniu clan. If they don't belong to my Tianniu clan, could they still belong to your Heaven-Eating Divine Kingdom?"
Hearing this, Jiang Zhengyuan's brows instantly frowned, and the murderous intent in his eyes became even more terrifying.
In his heart, he was extremely confident that these 800,000 disciples of the Tianniu clan were all members of his Tianniu clan.
"Uncle Niu, Long Wu, bring the disciples from Licheng, Hancheng and Juancheng out!"
And just when Jiang Zhengyuan was extremely confident, Mo Wentian smiled evilly, his eyes fell on Niu Bo and others who came later, and said coldly.
"Uncle Niu? Isn't Uncle Niu the steward of Hancheng who was appreciated by the great elder just now?"
"Why is this guy calling Uncle Niu? Doesn't it mean that Uncle Niu is his?"
"How could Uncle Niu be one of his! This kid must have heard that there is a person named Uncle Niu among our long-horned tribe, so he said this on purpose!"
"This kid is so arrogant! Could it be that he wants to rob someone from our Tianniu tribe?"
…
As soon as Mo Wentian said this, countless Tianniu disciples started talking instantly.
But their eyes looking at Mo Wentian were full of contempt.
"Yes, Emperor!"
"Yes, Emperor!"
…
At this moment, among the crowd, figures stood out from the 800,000 Tianniu disciples in an instant.
The next moment, they knelt down directly towards Mo Wentian. They looked at Mo Wentian, their eyes were full of respect.
"Uncle Niu, why do you want to listen to this kid and why don't you get up quickly!"
“It’s really a disgrace to our long-horned tribe!”
After watching this scene for a long time, Jiang Zhengyuan came back to his senses from the shock.
The first thing he did when he came back to his senses was to look at Uncle Niu and yell angrily.
"Have you disgraced your Tianniu tribe?"
"When will your Tianniu clan have any face?"
But at this moment, a sound of evil laughter suddenly resounded.
A small snake-like figure was seen hovering in the void for a few times, and then landed in front of Mo Wentian.
Xiaojiao looked at Jiang Zhengyuan with a sarcastic look in his eyes.
"Xiaojiao, have you recovered from your injuries?"
Listening to this familiar voice, Mo Wentian looked at the little dragon in front of him and said in a deep voice.
"Boss, I have fully recovered from my injuries. Don't worry, I will have no problem dealing with the remaining ants!"
Mo Wentian's voice came, and Xiaojiao's eyes flashed and he said quickly.
"This little dragon is really warlike!"
Hearing this, Mo Wentian shook his head.
He secretly unfolded his soul and explored the situation inside Xiaojiao's body, and found that it was indeed as Xiaojiao said. The injuries in his body had indeed almost recovered.
According to Xiaojiao's current strength, Xiaojiao can definitely solve it as long as he is not facing Jiang Zhengyuan.
"It's you little reptile again. It seems that you haven't remembered the feeling of the punch I just punched!"
Listening to Xiaojiao's sarcastic words, the anger in Jiang Zhengyuan's heart surged again.
The murderous intent in the eyes looking at Xiaojiao was even more terrifying.
At the same time, the power on him became even more terrifying.
The rolling coercion of the Half-Step Heavenly Queen came out even more vastly, with Jiang Zhengyuan as the center, and quickly spread to the surrounding areas.
Jiang Zhengyuan said this, but in fact, Jiang Zhengyuan was very surprised and puzzled by the rapid recovery of Xiaojiao's injury.
After all, the strength of his punch just now was not weak. If it were an ordinary warrior in the early stage of the Emperor, he would definitely die under that punch.
Unexpectedly, Xiaojiao was only slightly injured, and the injury actually healed in this short period of time.
How could this make Jiang Zhengyuan not shocked
"Old bastard, I was letting you go just now, little Grandpa Jiao. Otherwise, do you think you would still be standing here?"
Hearing this, Xiaojiao's expression changed slightly, but in his words, Xiaojiao was not willing to be outdone at all.
"Little reptile, I think you are seeking death!"
Listening to Xiaojiao's arrogant words, Jiang Zhengyuan formed a fist with his palms and wanted to hit Xiaojiao again.
At this moment, Xiaojiao only transformed into the appearance of a small snake, and his body was not as strong as his original body.
Moreover, although Jiang Zhengyuan's punch towards Xiaojiao was not his full strength, it was at least 60-70% of his strength.
Although there is only a small difference in realm between the early Emperor and the middle Emperor, this small difference in realm makes a huge difference in strength.
Under Jiang Zhengyuan's punch, it was difficult for Xiao Jiao not to die under this palm, let alone being able to block it.
"Little Jiao, you can't block this punch, stand back!"
Seeing this scene, Mo Wentian quickly sent a message to Xiaojiao.
Hearing this, Xiaojiao came back to his senses instantly. Although he still wanted to fight Jiang Zhengyuan, thinking of Mo Wentian's words, Xiaojiao hesitated for a while and retreated.
"Old bastard, it seems that you want to carry out the shameless style of your Tianniu tribe to the end?"
Seeing Xiao Jiao retreating behind him, Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly shrank in the next moment, and he looked at Jiang Zhengyuan with a cold light in his eyes.
"Dragon Seal!"
The next moment, Mo Wentian looked at the punch that came instantly, shouted angrily, and the divine dragon seal was instantly blocked in front of him.
"Buzzing..."
Immediately, without the slightest hesitation, Mo Wentian struck out the seals one by one on the Dragon Seal.
As Mo Wentian played the seals one by one, the dragon seal had grown to a size of thousands of feet in just a few breaths.
There seemed to be a peerless divine dragon above the divine dragon seal, roaring into the void.
The rolling pressure came out even more vastly.
Suddenly, the entire void seemed to be shaking. From a distance, it was terrifying.