"Thank you, Father!"
"Thank you, King!"
The two figures bowed slightly to Huantian before standing up.
"Where are you going?"
Suddenly, as if he remembered something, Huantian's eyes flashed with light and he shouted coldly.
"Replying to my father, we want to go to the Three-Headed Tiger Clan to find out some news!"
As soon as Huantian said this, the young man stood up, looked at Huantian, and said respectfully.
"You don't need to inquire about the news about the three-headed tiger clan now!"
"Something happened in the Misty Valley ahead. Go and deal with it!"
An icy voice sounded, and an extremely cold gleam rose in Huantian's eyes.
"Yes, Father!"
"Yes, King!"
After listening to Huantian's words, the two of them did not dare to show any slightness and quickly agreed.
"Go quickly!"
With a cold shout, Huantian's figure flashed and disappeared.
Seeing Huantian's figure disappear, although the two of them had some doubts in their hearts, they still listened to Mo Wentian's words and headed towards the place where the fierce tiger was killed.
And just when Huantian's mission was completed, Mo Wentian and Xiaojiao also appeared in front of the three-headed tiger clan's main hall.
"Boss, how do you plan to lure out the king of the three-headed tiger clan?"
Looking at the main hall, a trace of doubt arose in Xiaojiao's eyes.
"If we want to lure out the king of the three-headed tiger clan, of course we can't reveal our true colors!"
"Just pass this news in and let the king of the three-headed tiger clan come out!"
An extremely cold light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.
"Boss, then this is not easy!"
"We will send this news directly to the gatekeeper disciples. For such a big thing, they will naturally go to the main hall to report it!"
Xiao Jiao's eyes instantly glowed with an extremely bright light.
"Xiaojiao, since you said this matter is easy, I will leave this matter to you!"
Mo Wentian looked at Xiaojiao and said with an arc at the corner of his mouth.
"Okay, boss!"
"I promise to complete the mission!"
Xiaojiao's eyes couldn't hide the joy.
Immediately, Xiaojiao's figure flashed and disappeared.
When he appeared again, Xiaojiao's figure actually appeared above the main hall.
In Xiaojiao's hand, there was a transmission talisman. Without any hesitation, Xiaojiao directly spread the news that Liehu had been killed by the young master of the Sword Dragon Clan.
"Buzzing..."
And the moment the little dragon crushed the transmission note, the sound rang in the ears of the gatekeeper disciples.
"This... this is impossible!"
"This young master of the Sword Dragon Clan is so abominable. He actually dares to kill our chief manager!"
"The Grand Manager is the only son of our Grand Elder. This young master of the Sword Dragon Clan killed our Grand Elder's son. There is no way the Grand Elder will let him go!"
"I think this Sword Dragon Clan did it on purpose. He and our young master have fallen in love with the imperial daughter of the Meihu Clan. He wants to establish his power in front of our Three-Headed Tiger Clan!"
"This Sword Dragon Clan is simply bullying others. This news must be told to the king. We, the Three-Headed Tiger Clan, cannot be bullied by the Sword Dragon Clan!"
…
Listening to Xiaojiao's voice transmission, the figures suddenly became angry.
The aura on their bodies surged rapidly at this moment.
It looked like they were going to kill the Sword Dragon Clan in the next moment.
At the same time, some disciples also quickly went to the three-headed tiger clan's main hall.
In a moment, the disciple who came to report the news appeared in front of the main hall.
In the main hall, the elders of the Three-Headed Tiger Clan and the King of the Three-Headed Tiger Clan were discussing how to deal with the conflict with the Sword Dragon Clan.
"King, something bad has happened!"
The disciples who came to report the news rolled and crawled into the hall and said in great panic.
"what's going on?"
"You are so panicked!"
On top of the master's seat, a figure stood up. Looking at the disciple who came to report the news, a terrifying pressure came towards the disciple.
"Pfft..."
This disciple's cultivation level is only at the peak of the Heavenly Lord. How can he withstand the pressure of the three-headed tiger clan king, the peak of the Heavenly Emperor.
A mouthful of blood spurted out from the disciple's mouth.
The aura on this disciple's body dropped rapidly.
At this moment, the disciple's face turned extremely pale.
"King, Great Elder, someone has sent news!"
"The... big manager was... beheaded by the young master of the Sword Dragon Clan!"
Even though he was invaded by this coercion, the disciple still did not dare to show any slightness. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said quickly.
"What? The chief executive was beheaded by the young master of the Sword Dragon Clan?"
"This... how is this possible? How could Hu'er be killed by the young master of the Sword Dragon Clan!"
"This young master of the Sword Dragon Clan actually dares to kill the son of our great elder. I think he doesn't want to live anymore!"
"This man from the Sword Dragon Clan is really hateful. He actually dared to kill the chief executive!"
"I think this Sword Dragon Clan wants to break up with our Three-Headed Tiger Clan. If that's the case, then naturally we, the Three-Headed Tiger Clan, can't watch!"
…
As soon as the disciple who reported the message said this, the hall instantly exploded.
One of the figures standing in the hall took several steps back, and his face became even paler.
This figure is none other than the great elder of the three-headed tiger clan and Liehu's father.
Although Liehu's cultivation level is not very good, the great elder only has one son, Liehu. The great elder thinks that Liehu is not ordinary.
Liehu's cultivation relied on the great elder's relationship with the Three-Headed Tiger Clan, and he used elixirs to improve Liehu's cultivation.
The Great Elder was naturally overjoyed that Liehu's cultivation level had reached the early stage of Heavenly Emperor. But what he didn't know was that Liehu died in Mo Wentian's hands today precisely because he used elixirs to improve Liehu.
If this fierce tiger's cultivation level was improved by strength, it would not be that easy for Mo Wentian to kill this fierce tiger.
"Are you telling the truth?"
Taking one step forward, the man sitting on the master's seat looked at the disciple who came to report the news and said with a cold face.
"Report to the king, it's true!"
"The person who brought the news said that the chief manager was beheaded in Piao Miao Valley!"
After hearing what the man said, the disciple who came to report the news did not dare to show any slightness and said quickly.
"Piao Miao Valley?"
"King, my tiger was killed by the young master of the Sword Dragon Clan. I must kill the young master of the Sword Dragon Clan to avenge my tiger!"
As soon as he heard that he was in Piaomiao Valley, the expression of the great elder suddenly became extremely cold, and he took the initiative to ask for help.
"You want to kill the young master of the Sword Dragon Clan?"
"Great Elder, I understand your feelings, but leave this matter to me!"
"I will definitely give you an explanation!"
Seeing the great elder's extremely excited look, the king of the three-headed tiger clan had a complicated look in his eyes.
"King, you must seek justice for my tiger!"
The great elder's expression was extremely excited.
"Great Elder, you are in this hall first!"
"I, the king, go and have a look!"
"Don't worry, I will definitely give you an explanation!"
The king of the three-headed tiger clan took a step forward, reached out and patted the great elder on the shoulder, and said firmly.
"king… "
Hearing this, a flash of light flashed in the great elder's eyes.
Opening his mouth, the great elder seemed to want to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
"Buzzing..."
The next moment, the king of the three-headed tiger tribe left the hall in a flash without any hesitation.
As the king of the three-headed tiger clan left, figures in the hall walked towards the great elder in an instant.
They looked at the Great Elder with unfriendly expressions.
What's more, there was a bit of joy in their eyes.