In their view, Mo Wentian's talk was simply nonsense.
Mo Wentian said that he would use his soul to suppress their master. This was a joke.
"Boss, these people are actually laughing at your soul!"
"I think these people are about to be shocked!"
Listening to the discussions, a touch of anger arose in Xiaojiao's heart.
These people actually laughed at Mo Wentian's soul. This was simply a joke.
Among them, the one with the strongest soul was Lord Nine-clawed Thunder Leopard who fought against Mo Wentian. His soul was only nine hundred feet tall.
It would not be an exaggeration to call such a soul an ant in front of Mo Wentian's 1,200-foot-high soul.
"They will soon become our leaders in this Misty Peak!"
An indifferent voice sounded, and a glimmer of light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.
"The leader in Piaomiao Peak?"
"Boss..."
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, little rays of light flashed across Xiaojiao's eyes.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
"Buzzing..."
The next moment, Mo Wentian didn't hesitate at all, and his spirit moved directly towards Lord Nine-clawed Thunder Leopard.
And at the moment when Mo Wentian's soul was enveloped, the expression of Lord Nine-clawed Thunder Leopard suddenly changed.
His face turned red and white.
His eyes looked at Mo Wentian, full of shock.
"You...your spirit has reached a height of 1,200 feet!"
"This...how is this possible?"
Looking at Mo Wentian, his eyes were filled with shock.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that a warrior whose cultivation was only at the level of the Emperor's Perfection, could actually reach a height of 1,200 feet.
"What? A soul of 1,200 feet? Are we adults saying that this kid's soul reaches 1,200 feet?"
"This boy's cultivation is not at the level of the Emperor. With such cultivation, how can his soul reach 1,200 feet!"
"We adults must have seen it wrong. This kid's soul cannot be stronger than ours!"
"I think this guy may be hiding his cultivation!"
"Hiding his cultivation, this kid's soul has reached 1,200 feet, and his cultivation has to exceed the realm of the Emperor of Heaven. It is impossible for this kid's cultivation to surpass the realm of the Emperor of Heaven!"
…
Listening to Lord Nine-clawed Thunder Leopard's shocking words, the remaining Nine-clawed Thunder Leopards began to discuss.
They looked at Mo Wentian, and their expressions changed slightly at this moment.
For some reason, a premonition arose in their hearts at this moment.
The Mo Wentian in front of him, this warrior whose cultivation level could not reach the level of the Emperor's Perfection, was very extraordinary!
"Nothing is impossible!"
"I'm telling you this, my soul has reached one thousand two hundred feet, but my cultivation level is only perfected by the Emperor!"
"Submit yourself to this emperor honestly, this is your most correct choice!"
A cold voice sounded, and a cold glint flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.
"I...I am willing to surrender!"
"Don't suppress me!"
As soon as Mo Wentian said these words, Lord Nine Claw Thunder Leopard thought secretly in his heart for a while.
The next moment, he looked up at Mo Wentian, as if he was humiliated, and it took all his strength to say these two sentences.
"Surrender? Our Lord really wants to surrender to this kid?"
"We cannot surrender. This boy's cultivation is only at the level of the Emperor's perfection. Our adults' cultivation is only at the level of the Emperor's perfection. There is a huge difference in level just in terms of cultivation!"
"How could our Lord surrender to this kid? There are dozens of us, and this kid just brought two monsters with him!"
"We can kill this kid together if we act together. Why should we surrender to this kid!"
"I really don't know what you are thinking. If you surrender to this kid, what will happen to our Nine-clawed Thunder Leopard's face? How can we exist in this Misty Peak in the future?"
…
As soon as Lord Nine-clawed Thunder Leopard said this, the remaining Nine-clawed Thunder Leopard exploded instantly.
In their opinion, Lord Nine Claw Thunder Leopard did not need to submit to Mo Wentian at all.
Even if Mo Wentian's soul reaches 1,200 feet, even if Mo Wentian's soul is stronger than theirs, it doesn't matter, with their strength, they don't have to surrender.
They can rely on their strength to fight Mo Wentian together, and even kill Mo Wentian.
But what they didn't know was that Mo Wentian's twelve-hundred-foot-long soul did not envelope them.
If Mo Wentian's twelve-hundred-foot-long soul enveloped them, their choice would be the same as Lord Nine-Clawed Thunder Leopard.
"very good!"
"Since you are willing to surrender, let your mind go!"
Suddenly, as if he remembered something, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed with light and he said coldly.
"Relax?"
"Why should you relax your mind? I have already surrendered to you?"
As soon as he heard that he was about to relax, a complicated look flashed in the eyes of the Nine-clawed Thunder Leopard.
Originally he said he was willing to surrender, but in his heart, he didn't really want to surrender to Mo Wentian.
He just wanted Mo Wentian to release the soul that was suppressing him. As long as his soul was liberated, he would have the confidence to kill Mo Wentian.
But how could his thoughts escape Mo Wentian.
"Relax your mind? This kid actually wants us adults to relax?"
"If you let go of your mind and let this kid leave a soul mark, then our adults' life and death will be completely in this kid's hands!"
"We adults will not let go of our minds. If he lets his mind go, he will not be our adults in the future!"
"Sir, apart from the king, his status is the highest among our Nine-clawed Thunder Leopard Clan. He will not surrender to a warrior who is the perfect emperor!"
"I don't see the need to argue with this kid. Let's just take action together and kill this kid directly!"
…
Hearing this, the remaining Nine-clawed Thunder Leopards instantly started making a noise.
At this moment, the aura of these nine-clawed thunder leopards surged rapidly.
He looked as if he was going to take action against Mo Wentian in the next moment.
Waves of immense power were attacking Mo Wentian.
The cultivation level of these nine-clawed thunder leopards is nothing more than the peak and perfect existence of Tianzun. Mo Wentian really doesn't pay attention to such cultivation level.
Mo Wentian has the Holy Body of Nine Dragons, and this power is simply insignificant to Mo Wentian.
"If you don't relax your mind, it seems you want to die!"
Looking at Lord Nine Claw Thunder Leopard, Mo Wentian's expression was extremely cold.
At the same time, Mo Wentian's 1,200-foot-long soul shrouded the soul of Lord Nine Claw Thunder Leopard.
"ah… "
As Mo Wentian's 1,200-foot soul shrouded him, the Nine-clawed Thunder Leopard screamed in an instant.
His face instantly turned pale, and his body began to writhe in pain.
It looked like he was suffering from great pain at this moment.
The aura on his body was fluctuating.
"What's going on? What's wrong with us adults?"
"Why are we adults suddenly rolling over?"
"This kid must have done something to us adults, otherwise how could we adults be like this!"
"Is this kid's soul really more terrifying than our adults' souls?"
"It is rumored that a warrior with a strong soul can directly suppress a warrior with a lower soul. However, there is a huge risk in suppressing this soul directly. If it is suppressed, it will be fine. If it cannot be suppressed, the warrior with a strong soul will perish directly!"
…
Seeing Master Nine-clawed Thunder Leopard writhing in pain, a cold light flashed in the eyes of the remaining Nine-clawed Thunder Leopard.
In their hearts, they were even more shocked at this moment.
Especially when the last Nine-clawed Thunder Leopard said that the rumored warrior with a strong soul could suppress it with his soul.
The expressions of these nine-clawed thunder leopards changed.