"It's time to establish our Heaven-Devouring Kingdom!"
"Walk!"
A cold voice sounded, and a bright light shone in Mo Wentian's eyes.
"Walk!"
"Walk!"
"Walk!"
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A series of exciting voices resounded in the main hall of the Demon King's Mansion.
The next moment, Mo Wentian took a step forward and walked directly out of the hall.
Tianhu followed Mo Wentian closely, and the rest of the people followed closely behind without any hesitation.
In just a few breaths, the figures of Mo Wentian and others had already appeared in front of the demon city gate.
Seeing Mo Wentian and others appear, the demon disciple quickly knelt on the ground.
"Greetings to the Emperor!"
"Greetings to the Emperor!"
"Greetings to the Emperor!"
…
One after another, figures looked at Mo Wentian with respectful expressions in their eyes.
This figure in the void is like an ancient god, extremely powerful.
"Mo Wentian appears!"
"This kid Mo Wentian has appeared again. Look, why are all the demon disciples kneeling down to him and calling him the emperor?"
"Have all the disciples of this demon clan really surrendered to Mo Wentian?"
"How is this possible? The demon clan is the second largest force in the ancient ruins!"
"Yes, even without the Demon King and other elders, the combined strength of the Demon disciples is terrifying. Why did they surrender to Mo Wentian?"
…
Seeing the demon disciple kneeling respectfully in front of Mo Wentian, his face was full of respect.
Thousands of feet away from the demon city, the figures of other races said in shock.
"Boss!"
"Boss!"
"Emperor!"
…
Seeing Mo Wentian appear, Xiaojiao, Huantian, Fan Zeng and others also hurriedly stepped forward.
"Um!"
"Fan Zeng, please report to this emperor about the current strength of this demon clan!"
Mo Wentian nodded slightly, then his eyes fell on Fan Zeng and said coldly.
"Reply to the Emperor!"
"Among the demon clan, there are now a total of 51,261 surrendered disciples. Among them, there are a total of 20 warriors in the realm of heavenly kings. Except for me, Ice Ancestor Lu Jun, the rest are all in the early stage of heavenly kings. territory!"
"Among the remaining disciples, there are a total of 5,000 disciples in the Heavenly King Realm, and the rest are all disciples in the Great Heavenly Realm!"
Fan Zeng looked at Mo Wentian and said in a deep voice.
"Twenty people in the Realm of the Heavenly King?"
"The realm of five thousand heavenly kings?"
Hearing this, an extremely cold light rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.
Such cultivation and strength are countless times stronger than those of the Jiuyou Clan, which only has seven people left.
But in Mo Wentian's heart, thinking of the orcs who ranked first in the ancient ruins, his eyes grew colder.
Although Mo Wentian doesn't know what the strength of the Beast Clan is now, Mo Wentian also understands that the Beast Clan can hold the number one position in the ancient ruins, and is willing to let the demons and monsters surrender. The strength of the Beast Clan , it will definitely not be comparable to the Demon Race.
"It's still not enough!"
Muttering to himself, Mo Wentian looked into the void with a complicated look in his eyes.
"Boss, with the strength of the twenty Heavenly Kings, plus Xiao Jinghen, Duan Fan, me, and you, there are twenty-four Heavenly Kings among us, and we still have Ice Dragon is a powerful person in the early days of the Emperor!"
"Coupled with the five thousand heavenly kings of the demon clan, is this strength not enough?"
Looking at Mo Wentian's solemn expression, Xiaojiao's eyes were filled with surprise and doubt, and he asked in a deep voice.
"The orcs are not as simple as you think!"
"What awaits us in the near future will be a tough battle!"
Mo Wentian looked at Xiaojiao and said with a cold light in his eyes.
"Now that a tough battle is coming, let's fight to the end!"
A sonorous and powerful voice sounded, and Xiaojiao's eyes were full of determination.
"That's right, Dragon King, fight to the end!"
Listening to Xiaojiao's words, a vast fighting spirit instantly rose in the eyes of Binglong on the side.
"Okay, that's all after the establishment of the Heaven-Devouring Kingdom!"
"Little Jiao, Tianhu, Chixiao, Huantian..."
"Are you all ready?"
"In the ancient ruins, our Heaven-Devouring Kingdom is about to be established!"
Taking a deep breath, Mo Wentian glanced at the people who came from the Sword God Continent with him, and said in a deep voice with a slight raise in the corner of his mouth.
"Brother Wentian, I'm ready!"
"Emperor, I'm ready too!"
"Boss, I can't wait any longer!"
"Boss, please announce it quickly, I can't wait!"
…
As soon as Mo Wentian said these words, a look of joy instantly appeared on everyone's faces, and Xiaojiao and Huantian even urged them.
"From today on, the Demon Clan will be renamed the Heaven-Devouring Kingdom, and I, Mo Wentian, am the emperor of this Heaven-Devouring Kingdom!"
Mo Wentian coughed slightly, and then looked at the demon disciples who could not see beyond the horizon, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.
The majestic and vast voice resounded throughout the entire demon clan, both inside and outside.
"The Heaven-Devouring Kingdom?"
"The demon clan is really finished. From today on, there will be no more demon clan in the ancient ruins!"
"Isn't this guy Mo Wentian the ancestor of the Jiuyou Clan? He can just subdue the demon tribe directly under the foot of the Jiuyou Clan. Why should he establish a Heaven-Eating Kingdom?"
"Haven't you heard that Mo Wentian is not the ancestor of the Nine Nether Clan, he is a strong man from the Sword God Continent!"
"Sword God Continent? Isn't Sword God Continent a small world? He comes from that land of ants, and he actually established his power in my ancient ruins?"
…
One after another figures looked at Mo Wentian, their eyes full of shock.
Especially when someone said that Mo Wentian came from the Sword God Continent, the crowd instantly became excited.
"Greetings to the Emperor!"
"Greetings to the Emperor!"
…
As Mo Wentian's majestic voice sounded, countless demon disciples knelt down to Mo Wentian again.
"Fan Zeng, Xiao Jinghen, Tianhu, Chixiao!"
As if he remembered something, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed with cold light and he said coldly.
"Brother Wentian!"
"Emperor"
"Emperor!"
…
Following Mo Wentian's cold shout, figures one after another hurriedly stepped forward.
"Tianhu, from today on, you are the envoy of the Sky Devouring Kingdom, and you only live under this emperor!"
"When this emperor is no longer in the Heaven-Devouring Kingdom, you can make any decisions on my behalf. All disciples of the Heaven-Devouring Kingdom must obey the orders of the Heavenly Fox Divine Envoy!"
Mo Wentian stared at the countless disciples with cold and arrogant eyes.
"Yes, Emperor!"
"Yes, Emperor!"
"Yes, Emperor!"
…
As soon as Mo Wentian said these words, one after another figures knelt on the ground again, giving respectful answers.
"Meet the envoy of God!"
"Meet the envoy of God!"
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Immediately, countless warriors looked at Tianhu and knelt down again, with the same utmost respect on their faces.