"this… "
Hearing this, a cold light flashed in Fan Zeng's eyes.
Fan Zeng was no stranger to the soul mark.
He knew very well that if he was given the soul mark, his life and death would be completely in Mo Wentian's hands.
"What? Don't want to?"
Mo Wentian looked at Fan Zeng's hesitant look and said coldly.
"I will give you three breaths to think about it. Relax your mind. If you don't, you will die!"
Seeing that Fan Zeng had not yet answered, Mo Wentian said coldly again.
"Fan Zeng has already killed his fellow disciples, but Mo Wentian still refuses to let him go. This kid is so arrogant!"
"He is not only arrogant, he is simply lawless!"
"I see that Fan Zeng is in trouble today!"
"The strength of Xiao Jinghen beside Mo Wentian is not much worse than that of Fan Zeng, and the Demon Lord is even stronger than Fan Zeng. I think Fan Zeng will really be killed if he doesn't surrender today!"
…
Seeing this scene, the figures outside the hall started talking again.
They all looked at the figure standing proudly beside the pond with their eyes wide open, as if they were afraid that they would miss something wonderful in the blink of an eye.
"Boss, don't talk nonsense to this kid, just kill him!"
Xiaojiao looked at Fan Zeng in front of him, his eyes flashing with coldness, and he said in a deep voice.
"It's still useful if you keep it!"
A cold voice sounded in Xiaojiao's mind, and a glimmer of light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.
"Boss, this kid was so arrogant that he wanted to fight me, but now he still refuses to surrender in front of the boss. Let me teach him a lesson for you!"
Suddenly, he thought of how arrogant Fan Zeng was when he wanted to take action against him. He looked at Mo Wentian and said coldly.
The next moment, before Mo Wentian could speak, the little dragon's figure turned into a dragon, and its body of a hundred feet stood proudly in the void. Looking at Fan Zeng, the little dragon roared endlessly.
"Hoho..."
Dragon roars were heard one after another, and the entire void couldn't help but tremble.
The warriors with lower cultivation levels outside the main hall fell to their knees unconsciously.
"This dragon is so powerful!"
"If Fan Zeng doesn't surrender, does that dragon want to kill Fan Zeng?"
"How is it possible? That dragon is only in the late stage of Cai Tianjun. It is simply impossible to kill Fan Zeng!"
"It is true that the divine dragon cannot kill Fan Zeng. Even if Fan Zeng takes action, the divine dragon will definitely die. But does Fan Zeng dare to take action?"
…
The vast dragon power came, and everyone's body trembled.
"This little Jiao is not trying to teach Fan Zeng a lesson for me. He clearly wants revenge!"
Mo Wentian looked at the proud figure of the little dragon in the sky, and couldn't help but raise an evil smile at the corner of his mouth.
"The dragon swings its tail!"
With a cold shout, the little dragon's figure flashed, and the dragon's power, which was dozens of feet in size, was drawn towards Fan Zeng's body.
"ah… "
A series of screams instantly echoed throughout the void.
"Oh my god, am I right? Fan Zeng was whipped by the dragon next to Mo Wentian!"
"Yes, I saw it too!"
"A strong man in the realm of the Heavenly King was whipped by a monster in the realm of the Heavenly King. This is simply a shame!"
…
A scream was heard, and an explosion broke out among the crowd outside the hall.
Everyone's eyes were filled with disbelief.
"Master, I surrender, I surrender, don't whip me!"
Fan Zeng, who had not yet come to his senses, was struck by the dragon's tail.
He originally thought that Xiaojiao's strength was only at the peak of Cai Tianjun, but after suffering this attack, he realized that Fan Li's death in Xiaojiao's hands was not in vain.
The power of Xiaojiao's tail has definitely reached the level of Tianjun consummation.
Mo Wentian was surrounded by hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Not only were Xiao Jinghen and the Demon Lord there, but there were also such terrifying monsters.
At this moment, he no longer had any hesitation in his heart, and he quickly knelt on the ground and begged Mo Wentian for mercy.
"Pfft..."
The next moment, a mouthful of blood spurted out from Fan Zeng's mouth.
"I want to beg for mercy right now. You were so rude to your little grandpa just now. I haven't beaten your grandpa enough!"
"Come again!"
With a sneer, the little dragon twisted its dragon body with excitement on its face, and once again moved towards Fan Zeng who had not yet stood up.
Xiao Jiao seemed to be addicted to smoking and whipped Fan Zeng for half a quarter of an hour.
"Little Jiao, you must be angry enough, stop it!"
Mo Wentian looked at the void, where Fan Zeng had been beaten so badly, and said in a deep voice with the corner of his mouth raised.
"Boss, I'm not angry enough yet!"
Xiaojiao looked at Mo Wentian and said with a slight frown.
"Look at what he has become. If you continue to smoke, he probably won't even recognize his parents when he goes back!"
Mo Wentian coughed lightly, curled up the corners of his mouth, and said in a deep voice.
"Master, Grandpa Xiaojiao!"
At this moment, a man with a swollen face and bloody body knelt on the ground and said tremblingly.
"Who are you?"
"Who are you? Why do you call me grandpa?"
Xiao Jiao looked at Fan Zeng, whose face was swollen into a pig's head. For a moment, he didn't recognize him, and there was even more confusion in his eyes.
"Reporting to Grandpa Xiaojiao, I am Fan Zeng!"
Hearing this, Fan Zeng really felt like crying.
Just now, Xiaojiao had been beating him. Now Xiaojiao looked at him and didn't recognize him, and even asked him who he was
"Fan Zeng! Is he really Fan Zeng?"
"Why did he look like this? Don't say that Shenlong didn't notice, I can't even recognize him!"
"It's too miserable for him. A powerful man like the Heavenly King was whipped into such a state by the demonic beasts in the later stage of the Heavenly King. It's simply..."
"It's too awful!"
…
After staring at Fan Zeng for a long time, he slowly spoke.
"Boss, is this really Fan Zeng?"
Xiaojiao was very confused, looked at Mo Wentian, and asked in a deep voice.
"You don't recognize your own masterpiece?"
The curve of the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth became more intense, and he asked instead without answering.
"I'm really sorry. I just waved my tail slightly, but I didn't expect him to become like this!"
The corner of Xiaojiao's mouth curled up slightly, and he looked a little embarrassed.
"Yeah?"
"Is that really just a slight waggle of yours?"
Mo Wentian looked at Xiaojiao and said with an evil smile.
"Boss, I..."
Xiaojiao felt a little embarrassed after being exposed by Mo Wentian.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
"Master, I surrender!"
"I surrender!"
At this moment, Fan Zeng's trembling voice came again.
"Relax!"
Mo Wentian looked at Fan Zeng in front of him and shouted coldly.
"Yes, Master!"
Fan Zeng really couldn't bear the pressure from Mo Wentian. He had a hunch that if he hesitated any longer, he might really die here.