"You... what do you want to do?"
Seeing Mo Wentian blocking the front, a figure stood out among the nine people and said tremblingly.
"What do I want to do?"
"Don't you want to kill this emperor?"
"What are you running from now? Come on!"
"Fight with me and see who dies, you or me!"
A cold voice sounded, and an extremely cold gleam rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.
At this moment, the aura on Mo Wentian's body was extremely terrifying.
A wave of fighting spirit rose from Mo Wentian's body.
It looked as if Mo Wentian was going to take action against these nine people in the next moment.
"Boy, I... are we still afraid of you?"
"Your strength is good, but if the nine of us fight you with all our strength, there is no way you can be our opponent!"
After hearing what Mo Wentian said, the man who stood up had a cold look in his eyes and said coldly.
"Yeah?"
"Nine people fight with all their strength?"
"Look behind you, are they willing to fight with you against this emperor?"
"Ha ha ha ha… "
Mo Wentian looked at the trembling man in front of him, but his words were still arrogant, with an evil smile on his face.
The moment the man said this, the eight people behind him had already retreated several feet.
He looked as if he was afraid of having anything to do with the man.
It was obvious that the remaining eight people did not want to fight Mo Wentian again.
In fact, the man who stood up did not want to fight Mo Wentian, but he was a little unwilling in his heart.
"You... you actually betrayed me!"
"We had agreed in advance that we would stay together in this round of war, but you actually..."
After listening to Mo Wentian's words, the man looked behind him and saw eight people retreating several feet.
There was a hint of anger in the man's eyes.
At the same time, the man felt filled with regret.
If he had known this, he would never have come forward anyway.
"Ant, you have been fooled. You are not from the same world at all. Even if you are from the same world, when it comes to life and death, who would leave the chance of life to others!"
"Your thoughts are too simple. You won't be able to make much contribution to the world of immortals if you stay. Why don't you let me send you on your way as soon as possible!"
Seeing the angry look on the man's face, Mo Wentian's expression suddenly turned cold.
"Buzzing..."
Immediately, Mo Wentian's figure flashed and disappeared into the void.
When he appeared again, Mo Wentian's figure had appeared in front of the man.
A punch was thrown directly. Mo Wentian's speed was extremely fast. Before the man could recover, Mo Wentian's fist penetrated directly through the man's chest.
"No… "
"ah… "
…
A scream sounded, and the man's body fell to the ground.
An extremely strong smell of blood filled the air instantly.
Man, fall!
The man regretted it until his death. If he had not come forward, at least he would have had a chance to survive.
"Dead...dead, this kid killed him with one punch!"
"This kid is so strong, there is no way we can be his opponent!"
"It seems that if we mess with him today, we are doomed!"
"It's impossible to quit the fight when we stand in the ring. We have only one choice, and that is to fight this kid!"
"With one's own strength, it is impossible to kill this kid. It seems that we have to fight this kid together!"
…
The extremely strong smell of blood came, and the remaining eight people immediately started talking.
At this moment, the aura on their bodies grew rapidly.
At this moment, they were extremely clear in their hearts.
It was impossible for Mo Wentian to let them go.
They had no other choice but to fight Mo Wentian.
But relying on their personal strength, their fate was the same as that of the man who was killed by Mo Wentian's punch.
In an instant, even the warriors who did not want to join forces to fight Mo Wentian were united at this moment.
Only together can they kill Mo Wentian.
"Boss, these people want to kill you together!"
Listening to these discussions, Xiaojiao looked extremely serious and said in a deep voice.
"You are no match for me even if you come together!"
"This battle is over, but there are still many battles left. Let's resolve them quickly so that I can improve my cultivation!"
Mo Wentian's eyes were full of determination.
After saying that, Mo Wentian's figure flashed and disappeared.
And the moment Mo Wentian disappeared, a bad premonition arose in the hearts of the remaining eight people.
What's more, they felt a breath of death approaching them.
"die!"
The word "death" fell, and nine Mo Wentian figures instantly appeared in the void.
The nine Mo Wentians punched directly towards the eight people.
"not good!"
"This kid actually has a clone!"
Looking at the nine Mo Wentians appearing in the void, the bad premonition in the hearts of the eight people became more and more intense.
“This kid’s body skills are pretty good too!”
At this moment, Emperor Yuan Ran looked at Mo Wentian's clones. Even he couldn't tell which one was Mo Wentian's true body.
Emperor Yuan Ran couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
At this moment, Emperor Yuan Ran had already decided in his heart to accept Mo Wentian as his personal disciple.
Thinking like this, a glimmer of light flashed in Emperor Yuan Ran's eyes.
"Bang bang bang..."
The next moment, violent sounds came from the arena.
I saw silhouettes flying backwards again.
The figures flying out were not Mo Wentian, but those eight people.
At this moment, a hole the size of a bowl was blasted out in the chests of the eight people, and streams of blood poured out from the hole.
The extremely rich smell of blood makes people feel nauseous.
"Dead...dead, all dead!"
"This kid is too scary. He killed eight people at once. Adding the two people he killed originally, he has killed ten people!"
"I really didn't expect that a warrior in the early stage of Tianzun would be so strong!"
"His strength is much stronger than that of the young master of Qingtian Realm!"
"In this competition for the honorable list, I think this kid can enter the top ten on the honorable list!"
…
Seeing those eight people being directly killed by Mo Wentian, countless warriors under the ring exploded in an instant.
At this moment, their views on Mo Wentian also changed.
Originally, when Mo Wentian stood on the ring, their eyes were filled with disdain.
After the last arena battle, those who were able to stand on the arena were all above Tianzun's late stage.
Mo Wentian, a warrior in the early stage of Tianzun, was an exception. It was difficult not to attract everyone's attention.
But in everyone's eyes, if Mo Wentian stepped up to the stage, it would only lead to death.
But he didn't expect that Mo Wentian's strength would be so terrifying.
Killing eight powerful men at the peak of the Heavenly Emperor at one time is something that even a strong man in the early stage of the Heavenly Emperor would find difficult to accomplish.
But the Mo Wentian in front of him, a warrior in the early stage of Tianzun, did it easily.
This made it difficult for these disciples who came to watch the battle not to change their views on Mo Wentian.
"Although this boy's cultivation is only at the early stage of Heavenly Emperor, his strength definitely exceeds that of late Heavenly Emperor!"
Emperor Yuan Ran looked at Mo Wentian and said secretly in his heart.
At this moment, Emperor Yuan Ran's eyes were staring straight at Mo Wentian.
For some reason, a premonition arose in Emperor Yuan Ran's heart at this moment.
The identity of Mo Wentian in front of him must not be simple!
"This kid's surname is Mo, and he has the same surname as that person!"
"Look what world this kid comes from!"
Suddenly, as if he remembered something, a complicated look flashed in Emperor Yuan Ran's eyes.