"Arrogant!"
Ancestor Bing looked at Mo Wentian with anger in his eyes.
Although Mo Wentian killed Ancestor Fire, in the eyes of Ancestor Ice, it was all the result of the Time Roulette.
As for Mo Wentian's own strength, in his opinion, it was only at the mid-level of the Heavenly King at best, and it was simply impossible to kill him with the Heaven-Eating Divine Sword.
Thinking of this, Ancestor Bing's eyes flashed with cold light, and he secretly made a calculation in his heart.
"Mo Wentian, do you dare to make a bet with me?"
The next moment, Ancestor Bing looked at Mo Wentian without any hesitation and said coldly.
"What bet?"
Mo Wentian asked subconsciously with an extremely cold gleam in his eyes.
"You and I are fighting, no one else is allowed to join the fight!"
"Also, neither you nor I are allowed to use artifacts beyond the king level!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Ancestor Bing said with a glint in his eyes.
"Are you not allowed to use artifacts beyond the king level?"
As he muttered to himself, Mo Wentian's eyes flickered with coldness.
How could Mo Wentian not understand the meaning of Patriarch Bing's words
Ancestor Bing was afraid of the Time Roulette. What he said clearly meant that he was not allowed to use the Time Roulette.
"What? You are not allowed to use artifacts beyond the king level?"
"This is clearly aimed at Mo Wentian! Mo Wentian happens to have a time roulette in his hand that exceeds the king-level artifact. If Ancestor Bing said this, doesn't it mean that Mo Wentian is not allowed to use the time roulette?"
"A powerful man in the late stage of the Heavenly King still refuses to let a warrior who has perfected the Heavenly King use a good weapon. It is so shameless!"
"When will the demons show their face?"
"I think Ancestor Bing was afraid of Mo Wentian's time roulette, so he proposed such a condition!"
…
Outside the Demon Clan's city gate, the disciples of other races looked at the Ice Ancestor in the void, their eyes full of contempt.
"good!"
"This emperor agreed!"
"However, I also have a condition!"
Mo Wentian raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said coldly.
"Boss, I know you are very strong, but this Ice Ancestor is a strong man in the late stage of Heavenly King. If you don't use the Time Roulette..."
"You can't promise him!"
Seeing Mo Wentian agree, Huantian's expression instantly became serious.
Yiyan came out of Mo Wentian's arms, looked at Mo Wentian, and said in a deep voice.
"Huantian, don't worry!"
"Even if I don't have the Time Roulette in hand, I can still defeat this Ice Ancestor!"
Mo Wentian raised the corner of his mouth slightly, looked at Huantian, and said indifferently.
"Boss..."
Huantian opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but looking at Mo Wentian's determined expression, Huantian finally said nothing.
"Tell me, what are your conditions?"
Seeing Mo Wentian agree not to use the Time Roulette, Ancestor Bing instantly breathed a sigh of relief, and a complex look flashed in the depths of his eyes.
What he wanted was for Mo Wentian not to use the time roulette. Seeing that Mo Wentian agreed and was fooled, he was naturally overjoyed.
"If you lose without me using the time roulette, then surrender to me!"
"Not just you, you also want all the disciples of your demon clan to be slaves to this emperor!"
Looking at Ancestor Bing, Mo Wentian said with an indifferent expression.
"Ancestor Bing, no!"
"We can't agree to him, Mo Wentian is so cunning, we can't agree to him!"
"That's right, Ancestor Bing, we demon disciples cannot be slaves to this guy Mo Wentian!"
"Can't promise him!"
…
As soon as Mo Wentian said these words, before Patriarch Bing could speak, the disciples of the demon race instantly exploded.
"Shut up, everyone!"
Hearing this, Patriarch Bing's eyes flashed with cold light and he shouted coldly.
Following Patriarch Bing's cold shout, the demon clan's disciples instantly became quiet.
"What? You don't believe me anymore?"
The next moment, Ancestor Bing turned around, glanced at the group of demon disciples, and asked coldly.
"No... no..."
"Ancestor Bing, how could this happen? You are the powerful Heavenly King, and Mo Wentian is just an ant of the Heavenly Lord. If you want to defeat him, it will not be easy!"
"That's right, Mo Wentian is just like an ant in front of you!"
…
A group of demon disciples, seeing Ancestor Bing getting angry, quickly changed the direction of the situation and began to flatter him.
I have to say that the disciples of the demon clan are really powerful. In addition to being shameless, they also have a unique skill, which is to adapt to the wind.
"no problem!"
Ancestor Bing quickly agreed without any hesitation.
Because in his opinion, it was impossible for Mo Wentian to defeat him without using the Time Roulette.
"Boy, what you are talking about now is the conditions for me to lose, but what about the conditions for me to win?"
As if remembering something, Patriarch Bing looked at Mo Wentian, with a bright light rising in his eyes.
"What are the conditions for winning?"
"If you win, I and the disciples of the Jiuyou Clan will be at your disposal!"
A cold voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes flickered with coldness.
"Leave it to me?"
"Okay! Boy, you are really a cheerful person. If you were not so arrogant and killed my demon disciples, I would still consider keeping you!"
"But you are really too arrogant. I really don't like arrogant people!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Ancestor Bing had a terrifying murderous intention in his eyes.
The next moment, the aura on this person's body suddenly surged.
"Rumble..."
Within a thousand feet of the place where Ancestor Bing was, the void trembled at this moment.
Behind Ancestor Bing, a thousand-foot iceberg appeared. The iceberg was vast and boundless, and billowing with cold air, it quickly swept towards Mo Wentian.
"Buzzing..."
The area around Ancestor Bing was frozen, and the temperature dropped several degrees within a radius of a thousand feet.
"Mo Wentian, although you killed Patriarch Huo, it was only due to the time roulette!"
"Now that you don't have the time roulette in hand, you will definitely die today!"
The coldness in Ancestor Bing's eyes surged crazily.
The aura on this man's body became more and more terrifying, with streaks of cold energy trembling crazily around his body.
"Ice Sword!"
Leng Ao's voice sounded, and countless cold air gathered in the void towards Ancestor Bing's hand.
Within a few breaths, a sword flashing with light blue light and a cold air appeared in his hand.
As the sword appeared, a terrifying and boundless edge came straight towards Mo Wentian.
"The power of ice!"
"The power of ice becomes a sword!"
Mo Wentian looked at Ancestor Bing, with an extremely cold light rising in his eyes.
This Ice Ancestor, in the later stage of the Heavenly King, was able to display such strength, and he can indeed be called a genius!