"Ant, you want to kill me?"
"What a dream!"
Seeing the fierce tiger rushing towards him, the cold light in Mo Wentian's eyes surged.
Immediately, Mo Wentian's figure flashed, and he missed the three tiger's mouths.
But Mo Wentian's Heaven-Eating Divine Sword fell directly towards Liehu's head on the far left.
As Mo Wentian's sword fell, a scream instantly resounded.
"ah… "
Liehu's expression changed instantly.
The aura on Liehu's body dropped rapidly.
A strong smell of blood came out from the position of the fallen head.
This strong smell of blood makes people want to gag at first.
"This... one of our chief managers' heads was chopped off by this kid!"
"This kid chopped off one of our chief general's heads. We are a three-headed tiger clan. If one head is cut off, the general's strength will be reduced by half!"
"This boy's strength is so terrifying. I thought that our chief manager could be torn to pieces with this blow. But I didn't expect that he was not injured, but our chief manager lost his head. !”
"What is this kid's identity? He is not from the Nine-clawed Thunder Leopard Clan at all. Why would he help these Nine-clawed Thunder Leopard people come to the inner layer of our Misty Peak!"
"Whoever this kid is? Today he has completely angered our three-headed tiger clan. We can't let him go!"
…
The strong smell of blood came, and countless disciples of the Three-Headed Tiger Clan began to discuss.
Their expressions changed even more when they looked at Mo Wentian.
In their view, Mo Wentian is just a warrior who has reached the realm of Emperor's Perfection. A strong man who has reached Emperor's Perfection is nothing more than an ant in front of those who are in the early stage of Heavenly Emperor.
Unexpectedly, not only was Mo Wentian not killed by the fierce tiger, but Mo Wentian also beheaded the fierce tiger.
The heads of the three-headed tiger tribe are a symbol of their strength. Each head is a part of their strength.
Liehu's head was chopped off by Mo Wentian. This head was still Liehu's strongest head. When Mo Wentian chopped off this head, his strength was instantly reduced by half.
At this moment, they started guessing about Mo Wentian's identity.
"This... this is impossible?"
"Boy, you... how could you possibly behead one of my heads? If you want to behead my three-headed tiger clan head, you must at least have a peak-level divine weapon at the imperial level!"
Listening to the comments, Liehu came back to his senses.
Suddenly, he seemed to remember something. Looking at Mo Wentian, Liehu's eyes were filled with shock.
The strongest parts of his three-headed tiger tribe are these three heads. These three heads are also the hardest parts.
The other fierce tigers didn't dare to say it, but if they wanted to cut off their three heads, they would need at least a peak-level divine weapon.
But the Heaven-Eating Divine Sword in Mo Wentian's hand looked like an ordinary divine sword.
No matter how you look at it, this Heaven-Eating Divine Sword doesn't look like a peak-level divine weapon.
"If I want to cut off your head, I need at least a peak-level divine weapon?"
"Ant, in this case, this emperor's Heaven-Devouring Divine Sword is at least a peak-level divine weapon at the imperial level?"
Hearing Liehu's words, Mo Wentian was slightly startled and came back to his senses.
The corners of Mo Wentian's mouth curled up slightly, and he couldn't help but raise an arc.
Mo Wentian didn't know what level of artifact the Sky-Eating Divine Sword was.
This has always been a mystery in Mo Wentian's heart, but he didn't expect that the fierce tiger would now say that the Heaven-Eating Divine Sword was at least an imperial-level artifact.
How could this not make Mo Wentian feel shocked
"Boss, is this Heaven-Eating Divine Sword a peak-level divine weapon?"
"No, it's an artifact that's at least the pinnacle of the imperial level?"
At this moment, Xiao Jiao's figure flashed and landed in front of Mo Wentian. He looked at Mo Wentian with a smile that could not be concealed on his face.
"Um!"
Mo Wentian didn't say much, just hummed slightly and nodded.
"Boy?"
"Is it possible that you still don't know the grade of this divine sword in your kid's hand?"
Seeing the shocked expression on Mo Wentian's face, Lie Hu's eyes flashed with a cold light.
"Ant, of course I know about my things!"
"Didn't you just want to fight with me?"
"Didn't you say that if you don't kill me today, you won't be able to gain a foothold in the inner layer of Piaomiao Peak?"
"Fight again!"
The cold business sounded, and the fighting spirit in Mo Wentian also increased.
At the same time, the aura on Mo Wentian's body increased rapidly.
"Buzzing..."
The Heaven-Eating Divine Sword in Mo Wentian's hand began to tremble violently.
It looked like it was a little impatient at this moment.
"Boy, you are looking for death!"
Hearing Mo Wentian's words, Liehu's expression changed drastically in an instant.
But the next moment, he seemed to have thought of something, and the cold light in Liehu's eyes skyrocketed.
The aura on Liehu's body grew again.
For this Mo Wentian, Liehu was actually a little afraid in his heart.
After all, in his heyday, he was no match for Mo Wentian.
What's more, now that his head has been chopped off, his current strength is half of his original strength.
At this moment, Liehu felt a desire to retreat in his heart.
His body took a few steps back honestly.
"Ant, what's wrong?"
"Are you afraid of this emperor and don't dare to fight with me?"
Seeing the fierce tiger retreating, the curve of the corners of Mo Wentian's mouth became more intense.
In fact, Mo Wentian's heart was very clear about this fierce tiger's thoughts.
Liehu was scared. He was afraid that Mo Wentian would chop off his other head with one sword again.
As long as his two heads are chopped off by Mo Wentian, his strength will be completely lost.
Even though his cultivation level has reached the early stage of the Heavenly Emperor, it is not difficult for his head that was chopped off by Mo Wentian to grow back.
But it would also take tens of thousands of years. During these tens of thousands of years, other people's strength and cultivation were increasing, but he was recovering, and the gap was huge.
This fierce tiger is the general manager of the three-headed tiger clan. In the monster beast clan, strength is the last word.
If his strength is not comparable to others, the position of general manager cannot still be his.
Mo Wentian knew very well that the fierce tiger wanted to escape.
But with Mo Wentian here, and without Mo Wentian's consent, it would be impossible to escape.
"Does the Chief Manager really want to escape?"
"The general manager is afraid of this kid. This kid is really too strong!"
"If I were the chief manager, I would leave too!"
"Yes, staying alive is the most important thing!"
"The Chief Manager said this in front of the disciples of the Sword Dragon Clan. If he doesn't kill this kid today, wouldn't he be an embarrassment to our Three-Headed Tiger Clan!"
…
As soon as Mo Wentian said these words, countless disciples of the three-headed tiger clan looked towards the fierce tiger.
They saw that Liehu had retreated a lot, and they also knew what Liehu was thinking.
Even though this fierce tiger was the general manager of their Three-Headed Tiger Clan and the son of the Great Elder of the Three-Headed Tiger Clan, they couldn't help but feel a sense of contempt in their hearts.
You know, this fierce tiger's cultivation level is two realms better than Mo Wentian's.
"Boy, you..."
"You are so disgusting!"
Listening to the comments, Liehu, who originally wanted to leave, felt a little embarrassed.
He could have left silently, and his face and the face of his three-headed tiger clan could have been saved.
But as soon as Mo Wentian said these words, the countless disciples of the three-headed tiger clan were looking at him.
Even if he wanted to leave, he couldn't leave at this moment.
In an instant, Liehu attributed all of this to Mo Wentian.
If it weren't for Mo Wentian, he could leave and the face of his three-headed tiger clan could be saved.