"Buzzing..."
At this moment, figures surged out from the darkness. They seemed to have sensed something and were approaching Mo Wentian.
"Someone comes to watch the show again!"
"Very good. Since you want to watch the show, I will let you take a good look!"
Mo Wentian sensed the countless figures approaching in an instant, his eyes suddenly shrank, the corner of his mouth curled up slightly, and an evil smile spread instantly.
Among the disciples in the dark, Mo Wentian could clearly sense that there were not only disciples from the demon tribe and beast tribe, but also disciples from other races.
These disciples came to watch the battle, which was exactly what Mo Wentian wanted. He originally didn't want to kill the Wing Emperor in front of him, but at this moment, Mo Wentian looked at the countless disciples in the distance and changed his mind.
This Wing Emperor was a powerful man at the peak of the Emperor. If he directly killed the Wing Emperor in front of these people, it would definitely be a big shock.
And what Mo Wentian wants is this deterrent effect, to deter those warriors, which will save him a lot of trouble.
"As powerful as my mouth?"
"Old bastard, I will let you know that there is nothing I can compare to you!"
Thinking like this, Mo Wentian didn't hesitate at all. Looking at Yi Huang, Mo Wentian said with a cold face.
"This...isn't this person the emperor of the Heaven-Eating Kingdom?"
"Look, he's fighting with someone. Who is that person opposite him? Why have I never seen it before!"
"This person is the Wing Emperor of the Wing Clan. Isn't it rumored that this Wing Emperor invited Mo Wentian to go to the outer realm to discuss cooperation? Why did the two of them fight in the middle realm?"
"The Wing Emperor of the Wing Clan invited the Emperor of the Heaven-Eating Kingdom to discuss cooperation? Is this true?"
"Whether it's true or not, let's see the show first!"
…
At this moment, those countless figures landed thousands of feet away from Mo Wentian. Looking at the two figures of Mo Wentian and Yi Huang standing proudly in the void, countless warriors began to discuss.
Their faces were full of expressions of watching a good show.
"Buzzing..."
Suddenly, Mo Wentian's figure in the void flashed and disappeared directly.
When he reappeared, Mo Wentian's figure had already appeared in front of Yi Huang.
"Shenlong Fist!"
With a cold shout, before Yihuang could recover, Mo Wentian's punch had already landed directly towards Yihuang.
"not good!"
"This kid actually attacked me!"
And just when Mo Wentian's punch was about to land on the top of Yihuang's head, Yihuang came back to his senses instantly, with a look of astonishment in his eyes.
Immediately, he subconsciously reached out and punched Mo Wentian directly towards him.
"boom… "
A violent collision occurred instantly.
Mo Wentian's body flew backwards.
"Pfft..."
A mouthful of blood spurted out from Mo Wentian's mouth.
But the Wing Emperor on the opposite side was not much better. Although he did not fly backwards, his body also fell back several feet.
"Isn't the emperor of the Heaven-Devouring Kingdom reaching the perfection of King Caitian? Why can his punch make even the King of Wings at the peak of the Emperor regress?"
"The emperor of the Heaven Devouring Kingdom is not simple!"
"How can it be easy for the emperor of the Heaven-Devouring Kingdom to be able to destroy the demon clan and kill so many strong men from other races!"
"So what if it's not simple? He won't be a match for the Wing Emperor of the Wing Clan!"
"The Wing Emperor of this Wing Clan, his singing skills are extremely terrifying. I think the Emperor of the Devouring Heaven God Kingdom may encounter a tough fight this time!"
…
Seeing that the Yihuang's body had even retreated several feet, the countless figures in the darkness had a look of astonishment flashing in their eyes, and they started talking.
In their opinion, Mo Wentian was not even a single opponent of the Wing Emperor.
Unexpectedly, Mo Wentian not only did not die under Yihuang's move, but actually caused Yihuang's body to regress, which made them shocked.
Looking at Mo Wentian, the expressions of some warriors changed a little.
"How can this kid be so strong?"
At this moment, Yihuang looked at Mo Wentian with a look of astonishment in his eyes.
He never imagined that Mo Wentian, who was in the realm of the Heavenly King's Perfection, would be physically stronger than him, who was in the peak realm of the Emperor.
In the collision with Mo Wentian's punch just now, although he did not fly backwards and no blood spurted out of his mouth, at this moment, a salty and sweet taste was clearly rising in his mouth.
It was obvious that his body was also injured in the collision with Mo Wentian just now.
"Old bastard, don't bear it when you get hurt!"
But at this moment, Mo Wentian had stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and smiled evilly, and his words were full of ridicule.
Mo Wentian's soul unfolded, and the situation inside the Wing Emperor's body was clearly presented in his mind.
At this moment, Mo Wentian unleashed the terrifying power of the Divine Dragon Fist, which was invading the Wing Emperor's body.
The Winged Emperor's body was torn apart by cracks under the dragon's power.
"Don't bear it when you're hurt?"
"Boy, you..."
"You are so arrogant!"
"Pfft..."
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, he felt the increasingly serious injuries in his body. Looking at Mo Wentian, the murderous intent in Yihuang's eyes became more and more terrifying.
As he spoke, it seemed that some energy and blood were attacking his heart, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.
"Old bastard, would you mind spitting out this mouthful of blood?"
"Keep holding it in until you have internal injuries. If I fight you again, even if I win, it will still be a bit weak!"
Seeing Yihuang vomiting blood, Mo Wentian stepped closer to Yihuang, and the curve of the corner of his mouth became more intense.
Although the cultivation level of this Wing Emperor has reached the peak of the Emperor, this Wing Emperor belongs to the Wing Clan. The Wing Clan's flying and singing skills are powerful, but their physiques are worse than those of ordinary cultivators. Still a few points behind.
Therefore, Mo Wentian's light punch just now had already damaged Yihuang's body.
Coupled with Mo Wentian's blow just now, the Wing Emperor's mighty body and mind were hurt at this moment.
"Even if you win, is it still a weak victory?"
"Boy, you think too highly of yourself. Just because you want to beat me, I don't think you have seen how powerful I am!"
Hearing Mo Wentian's words, the anger in Yihuang's heart suddenly surged.
"Surrounded by the sound of phoenixes!"
The next moment, Yihuang gave a cold shout without any hesitation. Behind Yihuang, a phantom of an ice phoenix thousands of feet tall appeared.
"The whole body of this ice phoenix was shining with azure light, and a cold chill radiated from his body.
"Chirp..."
At this moment, Bingfeng opened its extremely sharp mouth and began to scream at Mo Wentian.