"Ask your opinion?"
Hearing Mo Wentian's words, the middle-aged man at the head was stunned for an instant.
"The emperor is in a good mood today, and I will give you two choices!"
"Surrender, or die?"
Mo Wentian looked at the beast disciples in front of him, his eyes flashing coldly, and he said coldly.
"Surrender?"
"die?"
"Mo Wentian, you are simply too arrogant. You are just a perfect warrior of the Heavenly Lord. If you want us to surrender to you, then you must have the strength to make us surrender!"
The man seemed to remember something, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he shouted sharply.
"Yes, if you want us to surrender, then you must have the strength to convince us!"
"Yes, yes!"
"You are no more than a perfect Heavenly Lord, and among us, those with the lowest cultivation level are already the same as you!"
"Among us, there are nineteen powerful Heavenly Kings!"
…
Everyone in the crowd became excited instantly.
Looking at Mo Wentian, he said sonorously and forcefully.
They had been paying attention to the battle between Xiaojiao and Qi Zhen, and did not notice at all that all the demon disciples who escaped were killed by Mo Wentian's sword.
Even though they had witnessed Mo Wentian kill Ren Jing with his sword before, in their opinion, it was just a sneak attack by Mo Wentian.
That has nothing to do with Mo Wentian's strength!
"Boss, why do these bastards talk so much nonsense!"
"Let's just kill him!"
Listening to these discussions, a hint of anger rose in Xiaojiao's eyes.
"Nineteen heavenly kings and five hundred heavenly monarchs, if they surrender to my heaven-devouring kingdom!"
"That is equivalent to strengthening the strength of our Heaven-Eating Kingdom, but for the orcs, it is a big damage!"
"Killing them is just a bad idea. What we want is their surrender!"
Mo Wentian looked at Xiaojiao, his eyes flashing with coldness, and said coldly.
"Boss, I understand!"
"Our Heaven-Devouring Divine Kingdom is already ranked second in strength in this ancient ruins, but compared with the beast clan that has been ranked number one in this ancient ruins for thousands of years, there is an unknown number of differences!"
"So, strength is the most important thing for our current Heaven-Devouring Kingdom!"
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Xiaojiao understood instantly.
"Um!"
"It's good if you understand!"
Mo Wentian nodded slightly.
"The strength to surrender?"
"How about we make a bet?"
The next moment, Mo Wentian looked at the group of beast clan disciples and said with an even stronger smile.
"bet?"
"What bet?"
The middle-aged man at the head was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses and spoke subconsciously.
"Send any one of you to fight me!"
"If I win, all of you will surrender at the feet of this emperor!"
A cold voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes were extremely cold and arrogant.
"What if you lose?"
The middle-aged man looked at Mo Wentian and said in a deep voice.
"lose?"
"How can this emperor lose?"
Hearing this, Mo Wentian sneered.
The word "lose" does not exist at all in his Mo Wentian's dictionary.
"Boy, you are so arrogant!"
The middle-aged man looked at Mo Wentian and shouted sharply.
"Just tell me whether you dare. If you dare to fight, then fight!"
"If we don't fight, then I don't want to talk nonsense with you, a little ant, so you all will die just like Qi Zhen!"
A cold voice sounded, and a terrifying and boundless killing intent suddenly rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.
"dare!"
"Why not?"
"You are just a warrior in the realm of Heavenly King perfection, and I am a strong man in the middle stage of Heavenly King!"
"Boy, you are so arrogant, but you have to pay the price for your arrogance!"
The middle-aged man seemed to be irritated and quickly agreed.
His eyes suddenly became extremely cold.
"Noisy!"
"Shenlong Fist!"
"Die!"
With a cold shout, Mo Wentian's palm instantly turned into a fist.
Without any hesitation, he punched directly towards the middle-aged man opposite.
With a punch, everyone felt that there seemed to be a dragon roaring above Mo Wentian's fist. The power from the fist rolled out. From a distance, it was extremely terrifying.
"Boy, you are looking for death!"
"Lion Fist!"
Qi Jing also greeted him with a punch.
The roar of lions and the roar of dragons resounded throughout the void.
"Isn't that boy Mo Wentian in the perfect state of Caitianjun? But the aura exuding from him is at least not weaker than that of senior brother Qi Jing!"
"Haven't you heard? This kid Mo Wentian established the Heaven-Eating Kingdom and became the emperor of the Heaven-Eating Kingdom, all because he killed the Demon King Lu Yan!"
"What? You said he killed Demon King Lu Yan!"
"The Demon King has the perfect cultivation level of the Heavenly King. How could Mo Wentian, a warrior with the Perfection of the Heavenly King, kill him?"
"This must be a rumor, yes, this must be a rumor!"
…
The terrifying dragon roar sounded, and the disciples of the beast tribe immediately began to discuss.
"boom… "
A violent collision occurred, and in the void, the peerless dragon and a lion collided.
The lion's phantom was instantly shattered, while the peerless dragon stood proudly. The next moment, amidst everyone's shocked expressions, the peerless dragon roared directly towards Qi Jing's chest.
"ah… "
"No… "
A scream came out, and Mo Wentian's fist hit Qi Jing's chest directly.
A huge hole was blasted out of Qi Jing's chest, while Mo Wentian was holding a steaming heart in his hand.
A strong smell of blood spread quickly.
"This... Senior Brother Qi Jing is dead?"
"Senior Brother Qi Jing is not even a match for Mo Wentian!"
"One punch penetrates directly, this is too scary!"
"It seems we are about to surrender!"
…
The disciple of the Beast Tribe was stunned for a moment, came back to his senses, and said with a clear face.
"They are just ants, but they still want to shake up the elephant!"
"That's ridiculous!"
A cold voice sounded, and a wicked smile appeared on Mo Wentian's lips. His face was even more indifferent.
As he spoke, he threw the steaming heart in his hand directly to the ground.
"Qi was shocked to death, you..."
The next moment, Mo Wentian looked at the group of beast disciples in front of him and said coldly.
"Greetings to the Emperor, we are willing to surrender!"
"Don't kill us, we are willing to surrender!"
"I surrender too!"
…
Before Mo Wentian could finish what he said, a group of orc disciples heard one after another popping noises, reaching Mo Wentian's ears.
Seeing the scene in front of him, the curve in the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth became more intense.
"There are conditions for surrendering to this emperor!"
"Not just any cat or dog is qualified!"
As if he remembered something, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed coldly and he said coldly.