What Mo Wentian despises the most is people like Qi Yun who, when faced with danger, abandon everyone and leave alone.
But now, when we need you, we think of others.
"how… "
"how so?"
"This is impossible!"
Qi Yun looked towards the ground, and when he saw the beast disciples who were frozen into ice sculptures, his body went limp.
His eyes were full of disbelief.
"Little bastard, all of you orcs are in the hands of this emperor!"
"This emperor will give you one more chance now. Agree to my conditions, or die!"
The next moment, Mo Wentian looked at Qi Yun and said coldly.
"I… "
"Don't kill me, I agree to your terms."
Looking at the disciples who were frozen into ice sculptures, the last bit of hope in Qi Yun's heart was shattered.
At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind, and that was to survive.
The previous dignity and status were no longer important to Qi Yun in his heart. What was important was to survive.
At this moment, he had forgotten that he was a powerful person in the late stage of Heavenly King, and Mo Wentian was only a perfect Heavenly King.
You know, an ordinary Tianjun Perfect can be easily killed in front of a powerful person in the later stage of Tianwang.
But at this moment, Qi Yun, after experiencing Mo Wentian killing five hundred heavenly kings with one sword, and turning around and returning, watching all the ten thousand orc disciples turn into ice sculptures, Qi Yun no longer had any thoughts in his heart. He just wants to survive.
"It's not that simple to agree to my conditions now!"
Mo Wentian's eyes were filled with an extremely cold light, and he said in a cold voice.
"you… "
"What do you mean?"
Hearing Mo Wentian's words, Qi Yun panicked in his heart. He looked at Mo Wentian and said in panic.
It seemed that he was afraid that Mo Wentian would regret it and killed him.
"It's not interesting, it's just that I originally gave you two choices, but you chose the first one!"
"Choose if you want to survive. If you choose the second option, you will naturally have to pay some price!"
Mo Wentian raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said with an evil smile on his face.
Qi Yun wanted to survive, but Mo Wentian would not be so kind and let Qi Yun survive such a renegade.
Although the figures in the darkness did not appear, Mo Wentian knew very well that there were many forces in the darkness paying attention to him.
And if he wants to be the king of this ancient ruins and make his Sky Devouring Kingdom the king of the ancient ruins, then he must establish his prestige.
"cost?"
"I have already agreed to your terms, what else do you want to do?"
Hearing this, Qi Yun's whole body couldn't help but tremble.
"The price you have to pay if you want to survive is actually very simple!"
"You just need to send a message to your great elder father and ask him to send his disciples to deliver 15,000 king-level artifacts and 100,000 elixirs!"
The corner of Mo Wentian's mouth raised an evil smile, but his voice was full of indifference.
"Fifteen thousand king-level artifacts?"
"Wasn't it just ten thousand?"
Qi Yun was stunned for a few seconds, then came to his senses, his face full of astonishment.
"Five thousand pieces are interest!"
"It's the interest you get for wasting my time!"
The curve of the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth became more intense, and he said in a cold voice.
"Stop talking nonsense!"
"Agree to this emperor's conditions, or die!"
The next moment, a cold light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes, and he shouted coldly.
"I… "
Qi Yun felt a little hesitant in his heart.
It's not that he doesn't want to live, but the fifteen thousand king-level artifacts, plus one hundred thousand fourth-level elixirs, not to mention, these things are equivalent to a quarter of the Orcs.
Let's just say that if these things are really given to Mo Wentian, it will enhance the strength of the Heaven-Eating Kingdom.
The increase in strength of the Heaven-Eating Kingdom is definitely not a good thing for the beast race.
"how?"
"It seems you want to die!"
Mo Wentian saw Qi Yun's lack of response and said coldly.
At the same time, the Heaven-Eating Divine Sword also appeared in Mo Wentian's hand, and above the Heaven-Eating Divine Kingdom, the sword's light flickered.
The aura on Mo Wentian's body also increased rapidly at this moment, and the billowing power came out even more vastly.
"If that's the case, then I will help you!"
A cold voice sounded, and Mo Wentian slashed towards Qi Yun with his sword.
"No… "
"I agree to your conditions, don't kill me!"
"Don't kill me, I promise you anything!"
Seeing the divine sword with the aura of death coming towards him in the void, Qi Yun came to his senses instantly, knelt on the ground, and spoke quickly.
"That's how you behave!"
After hearing Qi Yun's agreement, the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth curled up in the void.
The next moment, Mo Wentian put away the Heaven-Eating Divine Sword, and his figure flashed beside Qi Yun. He reached out and patted Qi Yun's head and said with a sneer.
It looked like he was patting an obedient pug.
But Qi Yun was kneeling on the ground, with fierce lights flashing in his eyes.
"What kind of son of a great elder? What kind of powerful man in the late stage of Heavenly King? He is clearly a useless person!"
"In order to survive, you really will do anything!"
"What's the difference between what he looks like now and a pug?"
"He was originally a dog, a bully, and now he is wagging his tail at the emperor and begging for mercy!"
…
Seeing Qi Yun kneeling in front of Mo Wentian in embarrassment and begging for mercy, discussions instantly started in the Devouring Heaven Divine Kingdom.
"Since you have agreed to this emperor's conditions, why not hurry up and send the message!"
"Tell your father, that old bastard, that this emperor gives you three days to send things from your beast tribe to the Sky Devouring Kingdom. If you don't deliver them within three days, then you will die!"
"Not just you, all of your disciples from the beast tribe will die too!"
The next moment, Mo Wentian looked at Qi Yun, his eyes full of cold light, and said coldly.
The cold and biting sounds came to Qi Yun's ears, and Qi Yun felt a chill running down his back.
"I… "
"I'll send a message to my father right away!"
The next moment, Qi Yun said quickly without any hesitation.
Immediately, he took out a flashing telegraph from his arms, followed Mo Wentian's instructions, and added the words of crying for survival.
"Emperor, the transmission note has been transmitted!"
Qi Yun knelt on the ground, looked at Mo Wentian, and said respectfully.
"Um!"
"Chixiao, take him down to me and give him a good look. Don't let him out without my order!"
Mo Wentian hummed softly, and the next moment, he seemed to remember something, and said with a cold glint in his eyes.
"Yes, Emperor!"
Chi Xiao stepped forward quickly and said respectfully.