"Shameless bitch, it's me, your little Grandpa Jiao!"
Xiao Jiao's figure flashed and appeared directly in front of Qi Zhen, saying with a cold and arrogant face.
"you?"
"Just you little reptile?"
Qi Zhen was stunned for a moment, came back to his senses, looked at Xiao Jiao, and couldn't help laughing wildly.
"You bitch, how dare you laugh at me, Grandpa Xiaojiao!"
"If I don't beat you to death today, I won't be a little Jiao!"
Xiaojiao looked at Qi Zhen's mocking look, and his heart instantly filled with anger, and he shouted coldly.
The next moment, the figure flashed, and in just a few breaths, the figure of the little dragon transformed into a hundred-foot-sized dragon.
Standing proudly in the void, the power on his body is rolling, and it is extremely terrifying when viewed from a distance.
"You, a little reptile, want to beat me to death?"
"That's ridiculous!"
Seeing the little dragon transform into a dragon, the expression on Qi Zhen's face changed slightly, and then he laughed wildly.
Xiaojiao's cultivation level is only in the early stage of Heavenly King, but he is a strong person in the middle stage of Heavenly King, and he is also a strong person who will soon enter the late stage of Heavenly King.
Although there is only a small difference between the early and middle stages of Heavenly King, the difference between them is the difference between cloud and mud.
It can be said that it is not an exaggeration to call Xiao Jiao an ant in front of Qi Zhen.
"That's right, it's really ridiculous. Just a little reptile in the early stage of the Heavenly King wants to beat Senior Brother Qi Zhen to death? It's simply a dream!"
"I heard that there is such a little reptile next to that kid Mo Wentian. Could it be that this little reptile is the one next to that kid Mo Wentian?"
"These little reptiles are here, so that guy Mo Wentian should be here too?"
"Mo Wentian?"
"Isn't that Mo Wentian? The same as the person in the portrait given to us by the Beast Master!"
…
A group of beast disciples quickly responded to Qi Zhen.
Suddenly, someone among the crowd looked at the figure standing proudly in the void with a cold face and exclaimed.
"Mo Wentian?"
"Where is that boy Mo Wentian?"
Listening to these discussions, Qi Zhen's eyes suddenly glowed with light, and then he shouted coldly towards the beast disciples behind him.
"A dying man still wants to know where I am so eagerly?"
"I will grant you my wish!"
The cold voice resounded throughout the void.
The next moment, I saw a figure falling gently in the void.
"Is your kid Mo Wentian?"
Qi Zhen looked at Mo Wentian with shock in his eyes.
Although he had also seen the portrait given to them by the beast master, the portrait only showed the outline of Mo Wentian, but could not tell Mo Wentian's age.
From the various rumors he heard, Qi Zhen thought that Mo Wentian was at least a middle-aged man.
But he didn't expect that Mo Wentian was so young, and he was so calm looking at them, a group of powerful men in the realm of heavenly kings.
For a moment, he had some doubts as to whether the Mo Wentian in front of him was real!
"Bullshit, of course this is the emperor of our Sky Devouring Kingdom!"
"Having eyes that don't recognize Mount Tai, you actually dare to come to our Heaven-Devouring Kingdom. It seems like you are here to die!"
Suddenly, Huantian emerged from Mo Wentian's arms and said with a cold and arrogant face.
"What are you?"
"How dare you come out and talk to me like this!"
Qi Zhen looked at Huantian and was stunned for a few seconds, then came to his senses and shouted coldly.
"Huantian, step back!"
Mo Wentian looked at Huantian and said coldly.
Although the people from the Beast Tribe and Monster Tribe here are not very strong in cultivation, the strongest ones are only in the middle stage of the Heavenly King.
But Mo Wentian didn't want everyone to see Huantian's face. After all, Huantian was a trump card for Mo Wentian.
What's more, Mo Wentian was also worried about Huantian getting hurt.
"Boss..."
Hearing this, Huantian opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
The next moment, after pondering for a while, the furry body got into Mo Wentian's arms again.
"Boy, you'd better take care of your cats and dogs!"
"Otherwise, don't blame me for accidentally killing them!"
Seeing Mo Wentian yelling coldly at Huantian to retreat, Qi Zhen thought Mo Wentian was afraid and became even more arrogant.
"Killed by accident?"
"Yeah?"
"Sometimes I am careless, what do you think I should do?"
Mo Wentian's mouth curled up slightly and he said coldly.
"Mo Wentian, what do you want to do?"
A look of panic instantly appeared in Qi Zhen's eyes, and even his voice trembled.
"What?"
Mo Wentian smiled evilly.
The next moment, Mo Wentian's figure was seen disappearing from the place.
When he appeared again, he was already next to the fiery red figure beside Qi Zhen.
At some point, the Heaven-Eating Divine Sword appeared in Mo Wentian's hand, and the Heaven-Eating Divine Sword was placed on Ren Jing's neck.
"Qi Zhen, sometimes my hands are itchy and I can't control them!"
"You think I should be considered careless?"
Mo Wentian looked at Qi Zhen and said with a sneer.
"Brother Qizhen, save me!"
"Help me!"
Feeling the cold and biting sword at her neck, Ren Jing came back to her senses. Her face, which had been flushed just now, turned extremely pale. She looked at Qi Zhen and quickly called for help.
"Sister Ren Jing!"
"Mo Wentian, please let her go!"
Hearing Ren Jing's cry for help, Qi Zhen shouted quickly.
"Qi Zhen, didn't you say you would be careless?"
"It seems that my hands are really careless!"
Mo Wentian looked at Qi Zhen, and the curve of his mouth became more intense.
"No… "
"Brother Qizhen, save me!"
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Ren Jing felt a breath of death sweeping towards her.
At this moment, she even forgot that she was the Demon King's daughter. Although she was only an illegitimate daughter, she was also the Demon King's most beloved daughter.
The Demon King's love for her was even greater than that of the Little Tiger King.
"Princess!"
"Mo Wentian, if you dare to kill the princess of our demon clan, our demon king will definitely not let you go!"
"That's right, not only will I not let you go, I will not let you go as well as the entire Heaven Devouring Kingdom!"
"Let our princess go!"
…
At this moment, a group of demon clan disciples looked at Mo Wentian and shouted coldly.
"Princess?"
Mo Wentian's eyes were full of surprise and doubt.
Among the demon clan, he had never heard of any princess.
Demon King Ren Zhen only heard that he had a son, the Little Tiger King, who had been killed by him long ago.
"Report to the master, this Ren Jing is indeed the princess of the demon clan!"
"She is Demon King Ren Zhen's favorite woman. She was born to Demon King Ren Zhen and his beloved concubine. Demon King Ren Zhen's love for this daughter is several times better than that of Little Tiger King!"
Suddenly, Xiao Jinghen took a step forward and said respectfully.