"That's right, Emperor!"
"The leader of the Youlong Clan is practicing in the Secret Valley. He doesn't know anything about the outside world!"
"Once you enter that secret valley, you must isolate yourself from all outside news!"
The little black snake's eyes flashed with gleams of light, and he said in a deep voice.
"It seems that even if this emperor wants to tell him the news, he won't even know it!"
"In that case, it's no wonder this emperor is the one to blame!"
His eyes narrowed slightly, and an extremely cold light rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.
"Emperor, do you want to tell the leader of the Nether Dragon Clan that you killed the young master of the Nether Dragon Clan, You Tanyu?"
Suddenly, as if he remembered something, the little black snake's eyes flashed and he lowered his voice.
As for the news that Mo Wentian had killed You Tanyu, the little black snake had already heard about it on the way back to the Xuan Temple.
At this moment, the news spread throughout the Tianji Mountains.
"That's right, that old bastard should also know this news!"
"But since he has been practicing in seclusion and can't receive any news, this emperor has done what he wanted. I won't be able to blame him when he comes out!"
The corner of Mo Wentian's mouth curled up slightly, and an evil smile instantly appeared.
"Emperor..."
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, the little black snake looked at Mo Wentian and wanted to say something, but when the words finally came to his lips, he swallowed them hard.
"Let's go, follow me in here and see what's going on with the Youlong Clan, the number one ancient clan in the Tianji Mountains!"
The next moment, Mo Wentian seemed to remember something, his eyes suddenly shrank, and his voice instantly became cold.
"How is the situation among the Youlong Clan?"
"Boss, those countless disciples of the Nether Dragon Clan have already entered the ancestral hall. The broken soul tablets in the ancestral hall must be enough to scare them out of their wits!"
At this moment, Xiaojiao seemed to have seen the disciples of the Nether Dragon Clan, and they were shocked when they saw the Soul Card shattered.
The corners of Xiao Jiao's mouth suddenly raised in a curve.
"In that case, let's go to the Youlong Clan's ancestral hall first!"
Listening to Xiaojiao's words, the curve of the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth became more intense.
With a flash of light in his eyes, he took a step forward and walked directly towards the ancestral hall of the Youlong Clan.
Seeing Mo Wentian walking towards the ancestral hall, Xiaojiao and others quickly followed without any hesitation.
As Mo Wentian's figure came closer to the ancestral hall, countless disciples of the Youlong Clan subconsciously retreated.
It looked like Mo Wentian in front of him was very scary.
"Mo Wentian? Is this Mo Wentian of the Heaven-Eating Kingdom? Our young master was killed by him!"
"The aura of this person is the perfection of King Caitian. He actually killed our young master. How is this possible?"
"The young master has really fallen. The disciples in the ancestral hall have spread the news that the young master's soul card is broken!"
"The young master is dead. Was he really killed by Mo Wentian?"
"How dare you kill the young master of my Youlong Clan? I don't think this kid wants to leave the Tianji Mountains!"
…
Seeing Mo Wentian's figure appear, countless warriors began to discuss secretly.
Although some warriors hated Mo Wentian in their hearts, and the murderous intention in their hearts instantly rose, their young masters all died in Mo Wentian's hands.
They wanted to take action to avenge You Tanyu, but they didn't even have the courage to raise their fists.
"Boss, what do you plan to do with this Nether Dragon Clan?"
Suddenly, as if he remembered something, Xiaojiao looked at Mo Wentian and asked in a deep voice.
"How to deal with it?"
"This emperor is not an unreasonable person. As long as those are willing to surrender to me, I will not only keep their lives, but also take them out and let them be free!"
A cold voice sounded, and an extremely cold gleam rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.
"Boss, if you take the lead in conquering the Nether Dragon Tribe, you will conquer them!"
"Then when the leader of the Youlong Clan comes back, I'm afraid he will search all over the Tianji Mountains to find you, and he will definitely kill you!"
A flash of light flashed in Xiaojiao's eyes, and his brows couldn't help but frown.
"Find me?"
"Just come find me!"
A gleam of light flashed across Mo Wentian's eyes, but his deep voice was extremely indifferent.
After saying that, Mo Wentian quickened his pace and walked towards the Youlong Clan's ancestral hall.
"boom… "
As soon as the door of the ancestral hall opened, countless figures turned around instantly, and their eyes fell on Mo Wentian.
It seemed that they were very shocked by Mo Wentian's sudden appearance, but apart from their shock, there was also a hint of fear in their eyes.
Scared!
They were afraid of Mo Wentian in front of them.
You must know that Mo Wentian's cultivation is only the perfection state of the Heavenly King, but You Tanyu is a strong man at the peak of the Emperor, and the strength he displays is infinitely close to the Emperor's perfection state.
A strong man like You Tanyu had already died in Mo Wentian's hands. How could this make them not afraid
"How about it?"
"I didn't lie to you, did I? The young ant master of your Nether Dragon Clan has been killed by me!"
"As for those shattered disciples of the Youlong Clan, that is the fate of those who do not surrender to this emperor!"
Mo Wentian took a step forward, looked at the stunned and frightened Youlong Clan disciples in front of the ancestral hall, and shouted coldly.
Mo Wentian's voice was extremely cold, and at the same time, an extremely cold chill spread from Mo Wentian's body.
"The consequence of not surrendering is that you can't even escape your soul?"
"That's the 50,000 powerful emperors of our Youlong Clan?"
"If you want us to surrender, I won't surrender just because of a little Heavenly King. Who knows if he killed our young master, or if he killed our disciples of the Nether Dragon Clan?"
"You're right, we didn't see it with our own eyes at all. Maybe that person was killed by another strong man, and Mo Wentian is here to scaremonger you!"
…
A series of discussions suddenly resounded.
Especially the warriors from the Youlong clan who had never seen Mo Wentian's strength had a look of disdain in their eyes at this moment.
"It seems you are unwilling to surrender?"
Listening to the comments, Mo Wentian's expression suddenly turned cold, and his deep voice was even more cold at this moment.
"Boss, these people are unwilling to surrender, we can just kill them!"
"They are just some warriors in the early days of the Emperor. With such cultivation, in my eyes, they can kill several people with just one blow, and even their souls cannot escape!"
Seeing Mo Wentian's expression change instantly, a bright light suddenly appeared in Xiaojiao's eyes.
At this moment, Xiaojiao couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth at the thought of another big battle.