"Fan Zeng is really arrogant. He didn't see how terrifying Mo Wentian is!"
"If he had seen how scary Mo Wentian was, I'm afraid he wouldn't dare to speak like this at this moment!"
"There's a good show to watch!"
…
Outside the main hall, the figures looked at Fan Zeng beside the pond, with expressions of watching a good show.
"Xiao Jinghen, what's the rush?"
At this moment, Mo Wentian's mouth curled slightly and he said indifferently.
"Yes, Master!"
Xiao Jinghen responded quickly and respectfully, his eyes looking at Mo Wentian full of admiration.
"Mo Wentian, do you think Xiao Jinghen, a heavenly king with his perfect cultivation, can defeat me?"
Fan Zeng's eyes were full of sneers, and his voice was even more arrogant.
"Xiao Jinghen can't defeat you alone, but what if we add him?"
A cold voice sounded, and Mo Wentian turned his eyes to Demon Lord Duan Fan who was standing aside.
Seeing Xiao Jinghen appear, Fan Zeng focused all his attention on Xiao Jinghen and did not notice the Demon Lord not far away at all.
"This...who is this person?"
Hearing this, Fan Zeng looked at the incomplete Demon Lord with a flash of surprise in his eyes.
"Boy, you can also know about me!"
The Demon Lord took a step forward, looked at Fan Zeng with a fierce look on his face, and said coldly.
"Master, leave this kid to me!"
"I don't have that much time. Come on together, take ten breaths and finish him off for me!"
Mo Wentian's eyes flickered with cold light, and he said coldly.
"Yes, Master!"
"Yes, Master!"
Xiao Jinghen and Demon Lord Duan Fan quickly agreed.
"Senior Brother Fan Zeng, this man's aura is so weird!"
"I remembered, could this be the legendary Demon Lord from the Demon Realm?"
"It's really him. Although his appearance has changed, you can still tell that he is the Demon Lord of the Demon World!"
"It is rumored that this Demon Lord's cultivation reached the terrifying realm of the Heavenly King ten thousand years ago. Why is he still in the realm of the Heavenly King now?"
…
Behind Fan Zeng, the demon disciple looked at the Demon Lord and said in shock.
"He was a powerful Heavenly King ten thousand years ago, but now he is still in the early stage of Heavenly King. Doesn't it seem like this Demon Lord is not that good either?"
Hearing this, Fan Zeng curled his lips slightly, and a look of disdain rose in his eyes.
"Boy, my cultivation level is not high, but if we want to kill you, it's enough!"
Duan Fan's dark eyes shone with an extremely cold light.
"Yes, we are going to kill you. Ten breaths is enough!"
Xiao Jinghen also had a terrifying killing intent in his eyes.
"Xiao Jinghen, Duan Fan, stop dragging your feet and solve it quickly!"
When Mo Wentian thought of the mystery in the quiet pool, he shouted coldly.
"By the way, I want that divine sword in his hand!"
The next moment, Mo Wentian said with a flash of light in his eyes as he looked at the shining divine sword in Fan Zeng's hand.
"Yes, Master!"
"Yes, Master!"
Xiao Jinghen and Duan Fan looked at Mo Wentian and said in a deep voice.
"Swallow the demonic body!"
"White Tiger Shield, suppress!"
Screams came one after another, and demonic energy surged in the void, and a shield hundreds of feet in size appeared.
The next moment, with everyone's shocked expressions, they swept towards Fan Zeng and suppressed him.
"Senior Brother Fan Zeng!"
"careful!"
…
Seeing the terrifying and boundless demonic energy in the void and the phantom of the hundred-foot-long white tiger, the disciples of the demon clan quickly shouted in shock.
"Want to kill me? It's not that easy!"
"Blue Dragon Divine Sword, kill!"
Looking at the sweeping demonic energy and the white tiger shield, Fan Zeng's eyes flashed with cold light, and the next moment, the Azure Dragon Sword in his hand trembled crazily.
With a cold shout, he held up the Azure Dragon Divine Sword and faced the void directly.
As soon as the sword came out, he felt the entire void tremble, and behind him, a peerless 100-foot blue dragon roared out.
"What a powerful Qinglong Sword Intention!"
"The Azure Dragon Divine Sword in his hand is probably beyond the scope of a late-stage king-level artifact!"
"He entered this quiet pool. Could it be that the divine sword in his hand is the legendary peak king-level artifact?"
"What a strong sword spirit!"
…
Looking into the void, the figures outside the hall were filled with astonishment.
"Boss, Fan Zeng has already reached the realm of the Heavenly King, and now he still has the Azure Dragon Divine Sword, the pinnacle of the king's level!"
"Can Xiao Jinghen and Duan Fan beat them?"
At this moment, Xiaojiao looked at Mo Wentian and said solemnly.
"able!"
"Although Fan Zeng has also reached the realm of the Heavenly King, he must have just broken through, but the Demon Lord has reached the realm of the Heavenly King for ten thousand years. Even if he alone can kill Fan Zeng!"
Mo Wentian said with a cold glint in his eyes.
"Boss, since he can kill Fan Zeng alone, why did you let Xiao Jinghen and Duan Fan join forces?"
Xiaojiao's eyes were filled with confusion.
"Duan Fan can indeed kill him alone, but it will take a long time!"
"The ancestor of the demon world doesn't have much time left for us!"
As if he remembered something, Mo Wentian's eyes flickered with cold light and he said coldly.
"Boss, I understand, you want to get rid of Fan Zeng quickly!"
Xiaojiao nodded, and then a smile spread from the corner of his mouth.
"Uh-huh!"
Mo Wentian hummed slightly, then looked at the battle in the void.
"boom… "
Suddenly, a violent collision sound was heard in the endless void turbulence.
The next moment, a figure was seen flying backwards, and the phantom of the green dragon roaring in the void disappeared in an instant.
"Pfft..."
The billowing demonic energy dissipated, and Fan Zeng fell to the ground, with a mouthful of blood spurting out from his mouth.
"Boy, die!"
"Fan Zeng, die!"
Before Fan Zeng could get up, Demon Lord Duan Fan and Xiao Jinghen took action again, heading directly towards Fan Zeng to kill him.
"No… "
"Don't kill me, I am willing to surrender to your master!"
Looking at the terrifying demonic energy in the void and the phantom of the white tiger, Fan Zeng only felt the breath of death approaching.
There was no fighting spirit in his heart at this moment, and there was only one thought in his heart.
That is to survive, and the only way to survive is to surrender to Mo Wentian.
He didn't even block, and knelt directly on the ground. Looking at Mo Wentian, his body couldn't help but tremble.
"What? Did I hear correctly?"
"It's only a breath. The first genius disciple of the demon clan is about to surrender to Mo Wentian?"
"It's true, I heard it too, look at Fan Zeng kneeling on the ground!"
"This is too scary!"
…
Outside the main hall, the figures looked at the scene in the pool, their eyes filled with disbelief.
"Senior Brother Fan Zeng is about to surrender, then we..."
"I surrender too!"
"I am also willing to surrender!"
…
Seeing Fan Zeng kneeling down, the demon disciples came to their senses and knelt down one after another.
They are completely different from the arrogant and domineering look they had just now.