"Illegitimate daughter?"
"It seems that the Demon King and the Demon King, these two old bastards, have a fighting chance!"
Hearing Xiao Jinghen's words, Mo Wentian raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said with an evil smile.
"Mo Wentian, let sister Ren Jing go!"
"Otherwise the Demon King will not let you go!"
Seeing that Mo Wentian didn't take action for a long time, Qi Zhen thought that Mo Wentian didn't dare to take action because Ren Jing was the daughter of the Demon King, so he shouted coldly.
"Qi Zhen, do you know what I hate most?"
The curve of the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth became more intense. He looked at Qi Zhen and asked a question without answering.
"What do you hate?"
Qi Zhen blurted out almost subconsciously.
"What I hate most is others threatening me!"
"Illegitimate daughter? Die!"
A cold light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes, and then he said coldly.
"ah… "
The next moment, a scream resounded throughout the void.
As soon as the Heaven-devouring Divine Sword in Mo Wentian's hand moved slightly, the screams suddenly stopped.
"boom… "
The fiery red graceful figure fell to the ground, stirring up dust all over the ground.
A strong smell of blood quickly spread in the void.
"The princess is dead?"
"The princess is dead? How is this possible?"
"The princess is a powerful person in the middle stage of the Heavenly King. How could she be killed by Mo Wentian like this?"
"Yes, this is impossible!"
…
The strong smell of blood came, and the demon clan disciples came back to their senses. Looking at the figure lying in a pool of blood, their eyes were full of disbelief.
You must know that Ren Jing is a strong person in the middle stage of Heavenly King, while Mo Wentian is just a perfect Heavenly King. The gap between their cultivation levels is huge.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!"
"Because I was not careful, how could this demon princess die?"
At this moment, Mo Wentian looked at the figure lying on the ground and said with an evil smile on his face.
"Mo Wentian, you..."
Mo Wentian's indifferent words came to his ears, and he looked at Ren Jing who fell to the ground with no life left, and even her soul could not escape.
Qi Zhen's eyes instantly felt a terrifying murderous intent.
"Bitch, seeing your sweetheart die, do you want revenge?"
Seeing Qi Zhen's murderous expression, Xiao Jiao's figure flashed and stood directly in front of Mo Wentian, saying with a cold and arrogant face.
"Little reptile, if you dare to block my way, then I will kill you first, and then kill that kid Mo Wentian!"
Qi Zhen's eyes were filled with a terrifying murderous intent, and his voice was even colder.
"Want to kill me, your little Grandpa Jiao?"
"I think you are looking for death!"
Xiao Jiao's eyes suddenly turned cold, and then the power from his body rolled out.
The vast dragon power spread instantly.
"What a powerful dragon!"
"This dragon is so powerful!"
"The princess is dead, let's run away!"
"Princess, you are not even an enemy of Mo Wentian, let alone us. Run away quickly!"
…
Feeling the terrifying and boundless power of the void, a group of demon clan disciples instantly trembled in their hearts.
The next moment, one by one began to run away frantically in the direction of the demon clan.
"Now that you're here, you still want to escape?"
"Little Jiao, I'll leave this Qizhen to you. I will leave the rest of the bastards to you!"
Mo Wentian looked at the demon disciples who were running away like crazy, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he shouted coldly.
"Boss, don't worry!"
Xiaojiao quickly answered.
Hearing Mo Wentian's words, the power of Xiao Jiao became more and more terrifying.
"The dragon swings its tail!"
The next moment, with a cold shout, the dragon's tail, which was several feet in size, was drawn directly towards Qi Zhen.
"Little reptile, you want to whip me?"
"A tiger roars into the sky!"
Seeing the dragon tail that was several feet in size drawn out by the little dragon in an instant, there was no hesitation at all.
Qi Zhen was lying on the ground, his body swelling rapidly. In just a few breaths, it had already swelled to several feet in size.
His whole body seemed to have turned into a tiger at this moment.
"Hoho..."
The next moment, he roared crazily at the little dragon.
As Qi Zhen roared, the terrifying sound waves, with Qi Zhen as the center of gravity, swept towards the little dragon crazily.
"This roar is so strong!"
"I feel like my heart is shaking!"
"This little reptile in the early stage of the Heavenly King actually wants to fight with Senior Brother Qi Zhen. He is simply looking for death!"
"This little reptile looks like it will be shocked to death by Senior Brother Qi Zhen!"
…
The disciples of the beast tribe looked at the void one by one, with extremely confident eyes.
"boom… "
The terrifying sound waves collided with the dragon's several-foot long tail.
Xiao Jiao's body flew out directly.
"Pfft..."
A mouthful of blood spurted out from Xiaojiao's mouth.
Qi Zhen, who was on the opposite side, did not fly backwards, but he was not much better.
His entire body retreated dozens of feet, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
"This little reptile is so powerful!"
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Qi Zhen's eyes showed terrifying murderous intent.
"Senior Brother Qi Zhen is injured?"
"How is this possible? Senior Brother Qi Zhen is a strong man in the middle stage of Heavenly King and will soon break through to the late stage of Heavenly King. How could he be injured?"
"How can this little reptile be so strong? Isn't he the early stage of the King of Talents?"
"Senior Brother Qi Zhen only received a little relief. This little reptile will not be a match for Senior Brother Qi Zhen!"
…
The expression of the disciple of the Beast Tribe changed drastically when he saw the blood at the corner of Qi Zhen's mouth.
The next moment, the crowd exploded.
"Little Jiao!"
Mo Wentian looked at Xiaojiao, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he shouted quickly.
"Boss, I'm fine!"
"It's just a small injury. Leave this piece of shit to me and I will beat him to pieces!"
Xiao Jiao stood up, grinning slightly, and looked at Mo Wentian with a determined look in his eyes.
"Little Jiao, be careful!"
Mo Wentian's eyes were filled with cold light.
Although Mo Wentian knew very well that Qi Zhen, who was in the middle stage of Heavenly King, would not be Xiaojiao's opponent, but seeing Xiaojiao being injured, Mo Wentian still couldn't help but warn him.
"Don't worry, boss!"
Xiaojiao looked at Mo Wentian and said calmly.
"This little dragon is so bellicose!"
Seeing Xiao Jiao's body full of fighting spirit, Mo Wentian couldn't help but shake his head slightly.
The next moment, Mo Wentian held the Heaven-Devouring Divine Sword in his hand and slashed towards the group of demon disciples who were running away like crazy.
"ah… "
"No… "
"Do not kill me!"
"Let me go!"
…
As Mo Wentian slashed out with his sword, screams and pleas for mercy suddenly resounded.
But Mo Wentian didn't have the slightest soft-heartedness. He didn't have the slightest fondness for the disciples of the Monster Clan and the Beast Clan.
If the disciples of the demon clan and the beast clan want to kill him, then Mo Wentian doesn't mind and kills them first.