"Hoho..."
With the roar of the little dragon, the vast power of the dragon suppressed the world.
The warriors outside the main hall couldn't help but kneel on the ground when they looked at the void, and their bodies were trembling.
"What a terrifying dragon. Isn't the monster next to Mo Wentian in the late stage of Lord Caitian?"
"The power can't be so terrifying!"
"Yes, the pressure emanating from this is simply stronger than the pressure of Perfection, the Lord of Heaven!"
"Now I believe it. I believe all those rumors about Mo Wentian!"
"terrible!"
…
One after another, the figures looked at the golden, hundred-foot-long figure with astonishment on their faces.
At this moment, even a strong man in the late stage of the Great Celestial Realm can only have awe in his eyes.
Shenlong! That only exists in legends.
But now this hundred-foot-long dragon appeared in front of them, and its power was extremely terrifying.
The next moment, the hundred-foot-sized figure flashing with golden light flashed and disappeared.
When he appeared again, he was already in front of Fan Li.
"No, get back!"
In the void, Fan Zeng's expression changed instantly, and then he shouted quickly.
"You still want to escape in front of your Grandpa Xiaojiao?"
"late!"
Leng Ao's voice sounded in the void.
I saw the silhouette of the little dragon flashing, and a rolling dragon's power spread instantly, as if it was about to sweep away all the vitality in the world, and the rolling dragon's power moved towards Fan Li.
"die!"
In the void, everyone only saw a dazzling golden light passing by.
Immediately, the little dragon's shimmering golden tail was like a sharp sword, directly passing through Fan Li's strong tendons and piercing his chest.
"this… "
"How can this be?"
Fan Li's eyes were full of disbelief.
But the vitality in his body was passing crazily.
"You evil beast, stop!"
In the void, Fan Zeng's eyes were filled with murderous intent.
The next moment, Fan Li's body, which was hundreds of feet in size, hit the ground hard, creating a large crater of several dozen feet.
"It's ridiculous for Tianjun to even try to kill your grandfather and me even at the peak of his powers!"
The little dragon stood proudly in the void, its eyes cold and arrogant.
Fan Li, who was at the peak of Tianjun, fell!
Outside the main hall, countless warriors were stunned for a while.
"This monster is so strong. Tianjun's later cultivation level actually directly killed Fan Li at the peak of Tianjun!"
"It's so terrible!"
"It's so evil. I can't see the ancient ruins being peaceful anymore!"
…
One after another, figures came back to their senses from the previous battle and couldn't help but sigh.
Xiaojiao's terrifying move, Dragon Swinging its Tail, was deeply imprinted in the minds of countless people.
"Little Jiao, not bad!"
Looking at Xiaojiao, Mo Wentian raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said.
"You evil beast, how dare you kill my Junior Brother Fan Li?"
In the void, Fan Zeng's voice sounded. Looking at the little dragon standing proudly in the void, Fan Zeng's eyes were filled with an extremely cold light.
The talent of killing a strong man who has cultivated his body at the peak of Tianjun at the late stage of Tianjun is simply terrifying.
There was a premonition that told Fan Zeng that Xiaojiao must not be allowed to grow, not only Xiaojiao but also Mo Wentian, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.
"The number one genius of the demon clan, you also want me to fight, but you can't win?"
Looking at Fan Zeng in front of him, Xiaojiao's eyes were extremely cold.
As soon as these words came out, Xiao Jiao's fighting spirit rose again.
Facing Fan Zeng, who had reached the realm of a heavenly king, Xiaojiao's eyes were full of coldness and arrogance, and he had no intention of retreating in his heart.
"You little reptile, I can kill you with just one finger!"
There was no trace of murderous intent in Fan Zeng's eyes.
"You killed my demon disciple, and if I kill you, that doesn't count as bullying you. I'm just avenging my demon disciple!"
"die!"
A cold voice sounded, and the murderous intent in Fan Zeng's eyes suddenly surged.
"not good!"
"Boss, this Fan Zeng actually wants to attack Xiaojiao!"
Huantian looked at this scene and said coldly.
"If you want to attack Xiaojiao, you are simply seeking death!"
An extremely cold light rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.
"Is this the first genius of the Demon Clan, Fan Zeng? Isn't this too shameless of him?"
"The Realm of Heavenly King actually has to fight a demonic beast in the late stage of Tianjun. He is just directly torturing this demonic beast, okay? What's not bullying this demonic beast? This is clearly naked bullying!"
"You want face? When have you ever seen a demon want face?"
…
Outside the hall, everyone's eyes were filled with anger.
Most of this group of people are disciples of the Beast Tribe, Monster Tribe and the Tianniu Tribe, but there are also a small number of Demon Tribe disciples.
The disciples of this group of demons were not very high in cultivation, and they did not even dare to breathe loudly after hearing these words.
In the void, the light in Xiaojiao's eyes suddenly surged.
Although Xiaojiao is arrogant, he still knows his own fighting power very well.
If Fan Zeng takes action, there will only be one fate for him, and that is to be killed!
"Xiao Jinghen, Demon Lord, come back to me!"
As if remembering something, Mo Wentian crushed two transmission notes, his voice was extremely cold.
"Owner!"
"Owner!"
In less than a few breaths, two figures appeared in front of Mo Wentian with great respect.
"Xiao Jinghen?"
"You...you are so capable of calling this little master Mo Wentian. Didn't the Beast Master ask you to kill Mo Wentian? Why did you..."
Looking at Xiao Jinghen who was kneeling on the ground with great respect, Fan Zeng's face was full of surprise.
The killing intent in his eyes disappeared instantly, replaced by disbelief.
"Shut up, how dare you be so rude to the master!"
"Master, let me kill this kid!"
Hearing this, Xiao Jinghen's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he looked at Mo Wentian with full respect.
"Xiao Jinghen, are you crazy? You actually want to kill me?"
Fan Zeng's voice almost became a roar, and his eyes shone with a cold light.
"Senior Brother Fan Zeng, I see that Xiao Jinghen has been controlled by this guy Mo Wentian!"
"I think so, otherwise he wouldn't dare to talk to you like this!"
"Senior Brother Fan Zeng, Xiao Jinghen's cultivation is at the level of Tianjun's perfection. Even if he surrenders to Mo Wentian, so what, just kill her!"
"Yes, even if the demon clan comes to question you in the future, if you just say that Xiao Jinghen surrendered to Mo Wentian, you are considering the overall situation, and they will definitely not dare to blame you!"
…
Behind Fan Zeng, the figures looked at Xiao Jinghen with cold eyes and said sadly.
"Submit to Mo Wentian?"
"Xiao Jinghen, you are really useless. A strong man who has perfected his position as a Heavenly Lord, yet you are still surrendering to Mo Wentian, an ant in the middle stage of the Heavenly Lord!"
Fan Zeng seemed to remember something, a glint flashed in his eyes, and he looked at Xiao Jinghen with disdain.