"What have you done?"
"They are just a group of ants. I just want them to surrender and become my dogs!"
The corner of Mo Wentian's mouth curled up into an evil smile, but his face was full of coldness and arrogance.
"Your dog?"
"Mo Wentian, you are so arrogant. You dare to conquer my disciples from the beast clan. I think you don't want to live anymore!"
Listening to Mo Wentian's extremely arrogant words, Qi Yun's eyes were filled with a terrifying murderous intent.
"Boss, I can't wait to see this kid looking for death. If that's the case, then let me help him!"
At this moment, Xiaojiao's figure flashed and appeared directly next to Mo Wentian, looking at Qi Yun with a fierce look on his face.
"Kill him?"
"Don't worry, it won't be too late to kill him together when he comes!"
Mo Wentian's eyes looked into the void in the distance, his mouth curled up slightly, and he said with an evil smile on his face.
"That person?"
"Boss, who is that person referring to?"
Hearing this, Xiaojiao's eyes were full of doubts and he couldn't help but ask.
"You'll find out soon enough!"
Mo Wentian's eyes narrowed slightly, and the curve of the corner of his mouth became a little more intense.
"Mo Wentian, I am here, young master. Why don't you quickly let go of my beast clan disciples?"
The next moment, Qi Yun seemed to remember something, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly.
"Let these ants from your beast clan go free?"
"Boy, are you negotiating terms with this emperor?"
Mo Wentian looked at Qi Yun in front of him, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and his voice was even more cold.
"Mo Wentian, this young master is not here to negotiate peace terms with you, but if you know what's going on, let my disciples of the beast clan go as quickly as possible!"
"Otherwise..."
Qi Yun's eyes instantly turned cold, and his deep voice was even more sinister.
"How about otherwise?"
Mo Wentian blurted out almost subconsciously.
"Otherwise, today will be the day when you, Mo Wentian, die, and the day when your Heaven Devouring Kingdom will be destroyed!"
Qi Yun looked at Mo Wentian, clenching his hands into fists, and his eyes were filled with a terrifying killing intent.
"My death date?"
"The day when my Sky Devouring Kingdom will be destroyed?"
"Hahaha… "
Listening to Qi Yun's extremely arrogant words, Mo Wentian suddenly laughed arrogantly.
Behind Mo Wentian, other disciples from the Heaven-Eating Kingdom also laughed wildly along with Mo Wentian.
It was as if they had just heard the funniest joke in the world.
But when this smile fell on Qi Yun's ears, it seemed extremely harsh.
"Mo Wentian, why are you laughing?"
"This young master is going to kill you and destroy your Heaven Devouring Divine Kingdom, but you can still laugh. Are you scared to death by this young master?"
Seeing Mo Wentian's arrogant laugh, Qi Yun clenched the fists in his hands even more tightly until his knuckles turned white.
But the next moment, as if he remembered something, Qi Yun let out a long breath, then looked at Mo Wentian and sneered.
"That's right, Mo Wentian was scared out of his wits by Senior Brother Qi Yun!"
"If I hadn't been frightened, how could I have heard others trying to kill me and still laughed so happily!"
"It seems that the rumors about this guy Mo Wentian cannot be believed."
…
A group of beast disciples, after hearing Qi Yun's words, quickly spoke in agreement.
What's more, some of the disciples among them laughed contemptuously at Mo Wentian and others.
It was as if Mo Wentian was so ridiculous in their eyes.
"What a pitiful bunch of ignorant people!"
Xiao Jiao looked at the disciples of the beast clan, took a deep breath, shook his head and said.
"Little bastard, do you know why this emperor is smiling?"
The next moment, the sneer on Mo Wentian's face subsided slightly, he looked at Qi Yun and said coldly.
"why are you laughing?"
"It's just that I was frightened by my young master's talent and cultivation!"
When Mo Wentian's voice came to his ears, Qi Yun didn't take it seriously at all, and the contemptuous smile on his face became even brighter.
If he knew, the strong men sent by his beast tribe would all die in his hands.
I really don’t know what Qi Yun’s face should be like
"Scared?"
"It's really pathetic for an ignorant person. With your late-stage cultivation as a Heavenly King, you still want to scare our Emperor?"
"Not to mention the Emperor, not even any of my disciples from the Heaven-Eating Kingdom will be frightened by your ant-like cultivation."
Listening to Qi Yun's arrogant words, the figure of Binglong flashed behind Mo Wentian and looked at Qi Yun with a fierce look on his face.
"A little loach dares to come out and talk. I think you are just looking for death!"
Qi Yun looked at the ice dragon in front of him, with murderous intent rising in his eyes.
Binglong's cultivation has reached the early stage of the Emperor, which Qi Yun in the late stage of the Emperor could not see.
It's just that the aura on the ice dragon's body feels very bland, and the fact that the ice dragon has now transformed into a small snake that is even smaller than a small dragon, makes Qi Yun even more concerned about its appearance.
"court death?"
"Emperor, let me take action and kill this kid!"
When had Binglong ever experienced such humiliation? He turned his head, looked at Mo Wentian, and said in a deep voice.
"Ice Dragon, retreat!"
"The emperor has his own arrangements on how to deal with this little bastard."
Before Mo Wentian could speak, Xiaojiao's cold voice came.
"Yes, Lord Dragon King!"
Hearing this, Binglong answered respectfully without any hesitation, and then retreated in a flash.
"Qi Yun, this emperor's people are not something that a little bastard like you can kill!"
"I don't want to talk nonsense with you anymore. I'll give you two choices."
"Send people back to the Beast Clan, and ask that old bastard of your Beast Master to prepare 100,000 fourth-level elixirs, 10,000 early-stage King-level artifacts, and 1,000 mid-stage artifacts for me!"
"Besides that, you have another choice, which is to die here today!"
The next moment, Mo Wentian seemed to remember something, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly.
"One hundred thousand fourth-level elixirs? Ten thousand early-stage king-level artifacts? One thousand mid-stage artifacts?"
"Mo Wentian is too arrogant. There are only 50,000 early-stage king-level artifacts refined by the Beast Clan, and he wants 10,000 at the first word?"
"Also, you actually want a thousand mid-level king-level artifacts and a hundred thousand fourth-level elixirs? Are those fourth-level elixirs?"
"I think this guy Mo Wentian is crazy about our orc clan's resources!"
…
As soon as Mo Wentian said these words, a group of beast clan disciples immediately started talking.
The disdain and wild laughter on their faces completely disappeared, replaced by frowns.
"Mo Wentian, you are nothing more than an ant in the perfect state of the Heavenly Lord!"
"How dare you put forward such conditions in front of this young master, the late King of Heaven? You are looking for death!"
Qi Yun looked at Mo Wentian, the killing intent in his eyes becoming more intense.
He looked as if he was about to attack Mo Wentian in the next moment.