"Boy, this..."
"This is impossible?"
"Aren't you at the middle stage of the Emperor's cultivation level? How can your punch be more powerful than my Resentment Fist?"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Qian Ming's eyes were filled with shock.
"My cultivation level is indeed in the middle stage of the Emperor's stage!"
"But my strength is not measured by my cultivation!"
Mo Wentian looked at Qian Ming and said with a cold and arrogant face.
His Mo Wentian's cultivation has never been measured by his cultivation.
Just talking about his cultivation, a complicated look flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.
His cultivation level should indeed be improved. Since entering the immortal world, his cultivation level has not made a breakthrough.
There are too many strong people in the world of immortals, and his cultivation level must be improved.
Thinking like this, a firm look appeared in Mo Wentian's eyes.
"Strength is not measured by cultivation?"
He was mumbling to himself, and his resentful eyes were full of shock.
But at this moment, Qian Ming's heart changed towards Mo Wentian.
This bet was between him and Mo Wentian. He lost this time, and he knew very well that he lost completely.
At this moment, in Yuan Ming's heart, he was completely conquered by Mo Wentian.
"Do you still want to fight with me?"
Suddenly, as if he remembered something, a cold gleam rose in Mo Wentian's eyes, and he said in a cold voice.
"A fight with you?"
"No, no, no, I still know my strength. With one punch, I am no longer your opponent!"
"If you continue to fight, I will still be no match for you, and it will be meaningless!"
After listening to Mo Wentian's words, Qian Ming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up, and quickly refused.
He understood Mo Wentian's strength. Originally, he thought that Mo Wentian could suppress the world lord of the Resentful Sky Realm, Resentful You, because of Mo Wentian's trick.
But after the battle with Mo Wentian, he realized that Mo Wentian was really capable.
At this moment, Yuan Ming's eyes changed when he looked at Mo Wentian, and there was a bit of admiration in his eyes looking at Mo Wentian.
"Won't you fight me?"
"You have a bet with me. If you don't fight me, does that mean you've given up?"
Mo Wentian was stunned for a moment, came back to his senses, and said with a curve in his mouth.
"You win!"
"I'm no match for you!"
After pondering for a while, a complicated look flashed in Xian Ming's eyes, as if he had made up his mind, and he said slowly.
"Admitted defeat? Senior Brother Yuan Ming really admitted defeat?"
"Senior Brother Qi Ming has already admitted defeat, and we are no match for this kid!"
"It seems that our world of resentment is about to change!"
"The Realm Master and Brother Yuan Ming have surrendered to him. We have no other choice!"
"Is this person really that strong?"
…
As soon as Qian Ming said these words, countless Qiantian Realm disciples instantly started making noises.
Some of the disciples among them even knelt directly on the ground.
At this moment, they gave up resistance. Neither Yuanyou nor Yuanming was Mo Wentian's opponent.
With their strength, they will not be Mo Wentian's opponents.
Instead of fighting against Mo Wentian, it is better to surrender to Mo Wentian honestly. After all, they have seen the resentful resistance and the pain he endured.
They surrendered honestly and suffered less pain.
Thinking like this, more and more disciples from the Resentful Heaven Realm knelt down to Mo Wentian.
"Boss, it seems that these people are willing to surrender to you?"
Looking at the disciples of the Resentful Heaven Realm who were kneeling down, Xiaojiao's eyes flashed with light and he said in a deep voice.
"Submit to me?"
"Don't be too happy yet!"
Mo Wentian's eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
"Boss..."
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Xiaojiao's head was filled with confusion.
Looking at Mo Wentian, he opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
"Xianming, are you willing to surrender to this emperor?"
The next moment, as if he remembered something, Mo Wentian's eyes fell on Yuan Ming, and he said with a cold face.
"I'm sorry, and I'm willing to admit defeat!"
"If you lose, you lose. I am willing to surrender!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Yuanming let out a puff and knelt down directly, his expression even more determined.
It looked like he was truly surrendering to Mo Wentian.
"Yuan Ming, you are very good!"
"When this emperor conquers the Resentful Heaven Realm, I will leave it to you to take care of!"
Looking at the resentment in front of him, Mo Wentian couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth.
Regarding the resentment in front of him, Mo Wentian still had some good feelings in his heart.
Especially because Qian Ming was a man of trust, Mo Wentian's favorable impression of this person could not help but increase.
"Leave it to me?"
"this… "
When Mo Wentian heard that Mo Wentian was going to take over the Resentful Heaven Realm and leave it to him to take care of, Resentful Ming's eyes were filled with shock.
At this moment, Qian Ming's eyes couldn't help but widen.
"What this emperor likes is your character!"
"As for strength and cultivation, they are not the most important!"
"This emperor has recognized you, that's you!"
"This world of resentment, once I have conquered it all, I will leave it to you to take care of!"
Before Qian Ming could say anything, a cold light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes and he interrupted coldly.
"I… "
"I promise you!"
"But, can I ask, what is your identity?"
After pondering for a long time, Yuan Ming raised his head and looked at Mo Wentian, with a flash of light in his eyes.
The next moment, he seemed to remember something, and Qian Ming couldn't help but ask.
"identity?"
"My identity as this emperor is that of the Realm Lord of the Heaven-Devouring God Realm. From now on, just like them, just call me the Realm Master!"
A cold light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes, and his voice was even colder.
At the same time, a king-like pressure spread from Mo Wentian's body.
"The Heaven-Eating God Realm?"
"I have never heard of this world in the Heaven-Eating God Realm in the Immortal Realm?"
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Qian Ming's brows knitted together.
No matter what he thought, he just couldn't remember that in this world of immortals, there was another existence from the world of the Devouring Gods.
Looking at Mo Wentian, Yuan Ming said with confusion on his face.
"The Heaven-Eating God Realm originally didn't exist, but I have it now!"
"Since you are about to become my servant, it doesn't matter if I tell you!"
"The Heaven-Eating Divine Realm was established by this emperor after he conquered the Qitian Realm!"
Mo Wentian's voice was extremely cold.
"It was established by conquering Qitian Realm?"
"Boundary Lord..."
"Have you conquered Qitian Realm as well?"
It would have been better if Mo Wentian didn't say these words. As soon as Mo Wentian said these words, Qian Ming's body couldn't help but take several steps back, his eyes were filled with shock, and even his voice trembled.