"No, this is not the boss's voice!"
Huantian frowned slightly and said.
He was naturally very clear about Mo Wentian's voice. This voice was not Mo Wentian's at all.
In this hall, there were only two people, Mo Wentian and the leader of the Kunpeng clan. If it wasn't Mo Wentian's voice, it could only be the voice of the Kunpeng clan leader.
"Master Huantian is right, this is not the voice of Lord Wentian Emperor, this is the voice of our clan leader!"
After hearing what Huantian said, Qingyin was instantly sure that the scream belonged to the Kunpeng clan leader.
While Xiaojiao and others were discussing, countless disciples from the Kunpeng clan swarmed towards this place.
"Lord Patriarch, what's going on?"
"This voice belongs to the clan leader. The emperor of the Heaven-Eating Kingdom entered just now. Could it be that the emperor of the Heaven-Eating Kingdom hurt our clan leader?"
"How is this possible? The emperor of the Heaven-Devouring Kingdom cannot reach the realm of Heavenly King Perfection. He can't even touch us, let alone hurt our clan leader!"
"Go and see what's going on?"
…
Countless Kunpeng clan disciples quickly approached the main hall.
And just as they were approaching the main hall, a scream resounded again.
"ah… "
In the main hall, Qing Zhan was already rolling on the ground, as if he was suffering from great pain.
But when Mo Wentian looked at this scene, his eyes didn't waver at all.
A quarter of an hour passed quickly.
The scream also stopped abruptly.
A figure quickly climbed up from the ground.
"Meet the master!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Qing Zhan looked extremely respectful at this moment, looking exactly like an obedient pug.
"Um!"
"Get up!"
Mo Wentian looked at Qing Zhan in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said indifferently.
"Thank you, Master!"
After giving a slight salute to Mo Wentian, Qing Zhan stood up.
Those eyes looked at Mo Wentian, full of respect.
"From now on, just like Qingyin and the others, just call me Emperor Lord!"
The next moment, Mo Wentian seemed to remember something, looked at Qing Zhan, and said coldly.
"Yes, Emperor!"
Hearing this, Qingzhan quickly agreed. At this moment, Qingzhan even changed his title to Emperor.
"Tell me, this emperor, about your relationship with the Nether Dragon Clan and your relationship with the Demon Nether Ku Clan?"
A cold light flashed in his eyes, and Mo Wentian said with a stern face.
"Yes, Emperor!"
"My Kunpeng clan has always been below the Nether Dragon Clan, and has been suppressed by the Nether Dragon Clan in all aspects. We have long been resentful and dissatisfied with the Nether Dragon Clan!"
"But our strength is not as good as that of the Nether Dragon Clan, and the Nether Dragon Clan's status in the hearts of the owners of the Tianji Mountains is much higher than ours, so we have always had to succumb to the Nether Dragon Clan!"
Speaking of the Youlong clan, a flash of anger instantly rose in Qingzhan's eyes.
At the same time, his hands were clenched into fists, and his joints creaked.
"What about the Demon Youku tribe?"
Mo Wentian's eyes flashed coldly, and he asked again in a cold voice.
"Our relationship with the Moyouku Clan is pretty good!"
"Qingyin should have told you, the emperor, that our Kunpeng clan has been discussing major issues with the Moyouku clan for the past tens of thousands of years, and we want to join forces to fight against the Youlong clan!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Qing Zhan's eyes flashed with gleams of light, and he lowered his voice.
"This emperor has indeed said this!"
"But Qingyin only gave this emperor a general idea. As for how you will cooperate with the Moyouku tribe in detail, Qingyin did not tell this emperor!"
An indifferent voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes fell on Qing Zhan.
"Emperor, you are not very clear, then I will explain it to you more clearly!"
"Fifty thousand years ago, my Kunpeng clan had already established a good relationship with the Demon Youku clan. Although we are very polite to the Youlong clan on the surface, in fact we have already secretly cheated on them!"
"The Kunpeng clan and the Demon Youku clan are one. As for the Youlong clan, they are our biggest opponents!"
Qing Zhan clenched his fists tightly, and there was a killing intent in his eyes.
It looked like he had already hated the Youlong Clan with a passion.
"Since you have such a good relationship with the leader of the Moyouku Clan, then you should ask the leader of the Moyouku Clan to come to the hall!"
"Don't say that this emperor is looking for him to discuss things, just say that you have important things to discuss with him!"
Hearing what Qingzhan said, Mo Wentian seemed to have remembered something, his eyes flashed and he said coldly.
"Yes, Emperor, I will ask the leader of the Demon Youku Clan to come over right away!"
Hearing this, Qingzhan quickly agreed without any hesitation.
"Buzzing..."
As he spoke, a transmission note flashing with golden light appeared in Qing Zhan's hand.
Qingzhan followed Mo Wentian's instructions and quickly sent a message to the leader of the Moyouku clan.
"By the way, how much do you know about the owner of the Tianji Mountains?"
"Tell me about the owner of this Tianji Mountain Range!"
The next moment, Mo Wentian thought of the master of Tianji Mountain Range and lowered his voice.
"Yes, Emperor!"
"I have only met the owner of the Tianji Mountains twice. Once when he summoned all of us to distribute cultivation resources, and once not long ago, he asked us to look for someone from the God Clan!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Qingzhan said respectfully.
"Looking for a person from the Protoss?"
"What does the owner of the Tianji Mountains look like?"
Listening to Qingzhan's words, Mo Wentian connected in his mind the owner of Tianji Mountain Range with a certain person.
His eyes suddenly shrank and he said coldly.
"Reporting to the Emperor, the owner of the Tianji Mountains is a white-haired middle-aged man. The aura on his body has probably reached the level of perfection of a true emperor!"
When Qingzhan talked about the master of the Tianji Mountains, his body couldn't help but tremble a few times, as if he was a little afraid of the master of the Tianji Mountains.
"Middle-aged man with white hair?"
"Has your cultivation reached the level of the Emperor's perfection?"
As he muttered to himself, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed with gleams of light.
"It seems that it's not him!"
The next moment, as if he remembered something, Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly shrank, and he said secretly in his heart.
Originally, Mo Wentian thought that the owner of the Tianji Mountains was the handsome young man Ji Wujing, but with Qing Zhan's description just now, it was obviously not the case.
For some reason, Mo Wentian felt a lot more relaxed knowing that the owner of the Tianji Mountain Range was not Ji Wujing.
"My lord, the master of the Tianji Mountains is always elusive!"
"Emperor, do you want to find him?"
Seeing Mo Wentian's stunned look, Qing Zhan couldn't help but ask.