"How does this Emperor's Divine Dragon Fist taste?"
Mo Wentian looked at Qi He in front of him, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said coldly.
"Boy, what do you want to do?"
Seeing Mo Wentian walking towards him, Qi He felt a bad premonition in his heart.
At this moment, his body began to tremble slightly unconsciously.
"What do you want to do?"
"Of course I'm sending you on your way!"
The corner of Mo Wentian's mouth raised slightly, and an evil smile spread out.
"Don't kill me. I'm a disciple of the great elder of the beast clan. If you kill me, the beast master will definitely not let you go!"
There was a hint of fear in Qi He's eyes.
As Mo Wentian approached, he seemed to feel that an aura of death was coming towards him.
"not good!"
"Boy, stop it!"
The aura on Mo Wentian's body was terrifying, especially the cold eyes looking at Qi He, which shone with a frightening light.
"It's too late to beg for mercy now!"
"The beast master, that old bastard, wants to kill this emperor. What a delusion!"
Mo Wentian's eyes were filled with coldness and arrogance, and his cold voice seemed to freeze people.
"Shenlong Fist!"
With a cold shout, Mo Wentian formed a fist with his palm and struck Qi He directly.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me!"
In the void, Qi He's eyes were filled with fear.
He wanted to dodge, but no matter how much he hid, he just couldn't dodge the punch.
Mo Wentian's punch seemed to have locked onto him!
"Death, death!"
In the void, Mo Wentian's eyes were terrifyingly cold.
"Demon Sword, block it!"
Qi He was extremely panicked. Looking at the terrible punch, light flashed in Qi He's hand, and a king-level artifact appeared, directly blocking his chest.
"No… "
At this moment, a frightened voice came.
The next moment, in the void, Mo Wentian's terrifying punch directly avoided the Demon Sword and hit Qi He's arm.
Qi He's arm was instantly blown to pieces.
"ah… "
"Mo Wentian, I'm going to kill you, kill you!"
The murderous intent in Qi He's eyes was terrifying and boundless.
Then the other hand, holding the Demon Sword, came towards Mo Wentian to kill him.
"I am too lazy to waste time with you!"
"Die!"
Mo Wentian's eyes were filled with coldness and pride. He shouted coldly and punched Qi He directly in the head.
"boom… "
Qi He's head was directly blasted by Mo Wentian.
Red and white things were everywhere, and the strong smell of blood spread from the void.
"Buzzing..."
In the void, the aftermath of the battle dissipated.
Mo Wentian stood proudly.
At this moment, figures appeared not far from Mo Wentian.
Countless warriors looked at the figure in the void with blank faces.
That figure was forever imprinted in their minds.
"Who is that kid? He actually killed Qi He of the Beast Clan!"
"The aura on that kid's body is like that of the Cai Tianjun in his early stage. He actually killed Qi He in the late stage of Tianjun. This is too evil!"
"This kid looks so familiar, as if I've seen him before somewhere!"
"He is Mo Wentian, the ancestor of the Jiuyou Clan!"
…
A series of exclamations sounded, and the next moment, the whole world was boiling.
"The late Tianjun is too weak!"
In the void, an indifferent voice came.
Mo Wentian pulled out Qi He's space ring. Without even bothering to look at it, Mo Wentian threw Qi He's space ring into the Wentian Pavilion.
"This kid is too arrogant. After killing Qi He, he even pulled out his space ring!"
"Qi He is the disciple of the great elder of the Beast Clan. I think the Beast Clan will not let him go now!"
"I think it's impossible for this kid to get out of the Nine Nether Cave alive if he offends the Beast Tribe, the Demon Tribe, and the Monster Tribe!"
…
Seeing Mo Wentian pull off Qi He's space ring, the voices of discussion started again.
"A swarm of ants!"
Listening to the discussions, Mo Wentian's mind swept away.
Everyone's cultivation levels were all displayed in Mo Wentian's mind.
The strongest among this group of people was only in the middle stage of Cai Tianjun. With such a level of cultivation, Mo Wentian would not even bother to kill him.
The next moment, Mo Wentian seemed to remember something, and his figure flashed and disappeared from the place.
When he reappeared, Mo Wentian's figure had already appeared in the sinkhole.
A quarter of an hour later, Mo Wentian unfolded his spiritual consciousness and followed the breath to where Wu Sheng and his son were.
But there were no figures of Wu Sheng and Wu Jinfeng in front of him, only two empty passages.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Mo Wentian frowned slightly.
Wu Sheng and others are no longer here!
"This is impossible!"
Mo Wentian's eyes flashed with light.
He had felt the breath of the two of them just now. How could he not be here in just a moment
A bad premonition suddenly arose in Mo Wentian's heart.
"It was so exciting just now. Two losers from the Nine Nether Clan, they really thought they could stop us. How arrogant!"
"If I hadn't kept him to lure out Mo Wentian, I would have killed them right away!"
"Quack... Use them to lure Mo Wentian out and kill Mo Wentian. Then we can go back and receive the reward from the beast master!"
"That's right, as long as we can attract that kid Mo Wentian, we will kill them all and go back to collect the reward. As for snatching the artifact, we don't bother bothering!"
…
Just when Mo Wentian was about to leave, a series of sarcastic comments suddenly came.
"Another disciple of the Demon Clan?"
Mo Wentian's eyes flashed with coldness.
The body stood in the distance, and for a moment, three or four figures came from the passage next to it.
"Mo Wentian?"
Seeing Mo Wentian, a bright light shone in the eyes of several demon disciples.
"Senior brother, this is really nowhere to be found after wearing out straw sandals. It takes no effort at all to get here!"
"This kid actually delivered it to your door by himself!"
"Kill him, kill him and go back to collect the reward, so we don't have to worry about snatching the artifact!"
…
The four demon disciples looked at Mo Wentian with bewilderment.
Although they spoke very arrogantly, when they looked at Mo Wentian, there was a look of panic in the eyes of the four of them.
The Mo Wentian in front of them was in the early stage of Tianjun, but the pressure Mo Wentian gave them was really shocking.
"Tell me, where are my two disciples from the Jiuyou Clan?"
Looking at the four people in front of him, Mo Wentian's eyes flickered with coldness.
Wu Sheng and Wu Jinfeng were indeed born!
"Mo Wentian, how do we know where the disciples of your Jiuyou Clan are? Maybe they have entered the lair of the Red-faced Snake here!"
"That's right, the roads in this sinkhole are complicated, and you might end up in another place by mistake!"
"If you want to go in and find the disciples of your Jiuyou Clan, go find them right away. I think I just heard screams in this passage!"
"Boy, go quickly, otherwise your two disciples will be gone!"
…
The four demon disciples looked at Mo Wentian and said sadly.