"Damn me?"
"Ant, you are the one who wants to fight with me. You are the one who said that if I don't kill me today, you will no longer be the general manager of the Three-Headed Tiger Clan!"
"Why are you blaming me now? These words were not said by me!"
Hearing Liehu's words, Mo Wentian laughed evilly.
This fierce tiger has no reason at all and attributes all this to him.
"Boss, I think this fierce tiger can't defeat you. He wants to escape!"
At this moment, Xiaojiao's figure flashed and appeared in front of Mo Wentian.
Looking at Mo Wentian, a glint flashed in his eyes and he said in a deep voice.
"Want to escape?"
"With this emperor here, it's impossible for him to escape!"
An indifferent voice sounded, and the evil smile on Mo Wentian's lips became more intense.
"Boss, I see that this person is so ignorant, I just want to kill him!"
"Isn't this disciple of the Sword Dragon Clan here too!"
"The Three-Headed Tiger Clan and the Sword Dragon Clan are currently in conflict. If you kill this fierce tiger, you can blame all this on the Sword Dragon Clan!"
"This will deepen the conflict between the Three-Headed Tiger Clan and the Sword Dragon Clan. This will be good for you to find out about Xiyan Shenhua!"
Suddenly, as if he remembered something, Huantian's eyes flashed with light and he said in a deep voice.
"That's right!"
"Since there is a conflict between the three-headed tiger clan and the sword dragon clan, then I will make this conflict deeper!"
A complicated look flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.
Thinking like this, Mo Wentian secretly made up his mind.
Originally, Mo Wentian did not intend to kill the fierce tiger, but after Huantian said this, Mo Wentian decided to kill the fierce tiger.
Although this fierce tiger's cultivation has reached the early stage of the Heavenly Emperor, he has already had his head chopped off by Mo Wentian, and his strength has been reduced by half.
It would not be difficult for Mo Wentian to kill him.
"Boy, I think you are looking for death!"
"Today, I will definitely kill you!"
At this moment, an angry voice sounded.
I saw the fierce tiger with only two heads left, rushing towards Mo Wentian again.
The aura on Liehu's body was much lower than before.
But the murderous aura in this man has not diminished at all.
Especially those eyes looking at Mo Wentian. If eyes could kill, Mo Wentian at this moment would have been killed by Mo Wentian countless times.
"Boss, be careful!"
"Boss, be careful!"
Looking at this scene, Xiaojiao and Huantian had a hint of worry in their eyes, and they quickly reminded them.
"rest assured!"
"This ant can't hurt me!"
An indifferent voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's expression was extremely indifferent.
It looked like this fierce tiger couldn't hurt him at all.
"Buzzing..."
Immediately, Mo Wentian's expression suddenly turned cold.
As soon as his figure flashed, Mo Wentian slashed his sword towards Liehu's middle head.
"This kid actually wants to chop off the middle head of the Grand Steward? The middle head is the lifeblood of our Three-Headed Tiger Clan. If the middle head is chopped off, then the Grand Steward will fall!"
"The aura on this kid is so scary. We, the General Manager, were no match for this kid in his heyday, and it's even more impossible to stop him now!"
"It seems that our chief manager is going to fall into the hands of this boy today!"
"The Chief is the only son of our Chief Elder. If the Chief kills this boy unexpectedly, our Chief will never let him go!"
"The strength of the General Manager should not be underestimated. I don't believe this kid killed the General Manager!"
…
Seeing the battle in the void, the countless disciples of the three-headed tiger clan exploded in an instant.
Their expressions were even more solemn.
For some reason, a bad premonition arose in their hearts at this moment.
When Mo Wentian's sword fell, they all seemed to have seen the scene where Lie Hu's head hit the ground.
"boom… "
The next moment, a sound came from the void.
I saw a head, still dripping with blood, falling to the ground.
That head belonged to Liehu, and Liehu's body fell to the ground shortly after.
His eyes were wide open, as if his heart was extremely awe-inspiring.
At the same time, the aura on Liehu's body was quickly disappearing.
"Boss, are you going to kill this fierce tiger right now?"
Seeing this scene, Xiaojiao's figure flashed and came to Mo Wentian. Looking at Mo Wentian, Xiaojiao couldn't hide his awe in his eyes.
"This fierce tiger has fallen!"
An indifferent voice sounded.
A cold light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.
"He has fallen. The chief steward has really fallen!"
"The chief steward was beheaded by this boy!"
"The general manager has been killed by this kid. If we stay, we are no match for this kid. Let's leave here quickly!"
"Hurry and tell the great elder that the great general manager was killed by this boy!"
"This kid killed the chief manager, and he has no chance of leaving Piaomiao Peak alive!"
…
Countless disciples of the Three-Headed Tiger Clan came to their senses and ran away like crazy in an instant.
Their rolling and crawling figures were simply ridiculous.
"Boss, do they want to escape?"
Looking at this scene, a cold gleam rose in Xiaojiao's eyes.
"Buzzing..."
At this moment, a figure appeared in the void.
This figure is none other than the old man with ancient books.
"Senior Ancient Books!"
Seeing the figure of the old man with ancient books appear, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed with gleams of light.
"Boy, leave these three-headed tiger clan disciples to me!"
"I won't let the news that these three general managers of the Tiger Clan were killed by you get out!"
"But I can't last long, I can only last a quarter of an hour!"
"In a quarter of an hour, you have to make everyone believe that the chief executive of the three-headed tiger clan was not killed by you, but by the sword dragon clan!"
The old man from the ancient book looked at Mo Wentian with an extremely serious expression.
"A quarter of an hour?"
"Let everyone believe that this fierce tiger was not killed by me, but by someone from the Sword Dragon Clan?"
As he muttered to himself, Mo Wentian's brows knitted together, and a hint of doubt rose in his eyes.
For a moment, Mo Wentian really couldn't understand what the old man from the ancient book meant.
"Boy, just do as I say!"
"You don't have much time left!"
Seeing that Mo Wentian was still in a daze, the old man from the ancient book urged him quickly.
"Okay, Senior Ancient Books!"
The old man's voice from the ancient book came again, and Mo Wentian came back to his senses instantly.
Although he didn't know what the old man from the ancient book meant, Mo Wentian still listened to the old man from the ancient book.
The next moment, without any hesitation, Mo Wentian disappeared in a flash.
Watching Mo Wentian's figure disappear, Xiaojiao and Huantian's figures also followed.
"Boss, this old man from the ancient book wants you to make everyone believe that the chief executive of the Three-Headed Tiger Clan was not killed by you, but by the Sword Dragon Clan!"
"This is no easy task!"
Xiao Jiao looked at Mo Wentian with a solemn expression.
"Yes, boss, when you killed this fierce tiger, there were countless disciples of the Three-Headed Tiger Clan and the Sword Dragon Clan!"
"How do you want them to believe that what they saw is not real, unless it is an illusion!"
A flash of light flashed in Huantian's eyes, he stretched out his furry paws and scratched his head.
"That's right!"
"You're right!"
"They should be made to believe that what they saw was an illusion!"
"I didn't kill this fierce tiger!"
Listening to the illusion that Huantian said, Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly became brighter.
At this moment, Mo Wentian's mind became even more firm.