The aftermath of the battle receded, and the scene of the battle appeared in front of everyone.
I saw that one of the palms of Qi Yu, the sixth elder of the beast tribe, had disappeared, and blood was flowing from his wrist, as if he had been cut directly by some sharp blade. Looking from a distance, it was extremely terrifying.
At this moment, Qi Yu's face was even more pale without any color at all.
"This is impossible, Mo Wentian, isn't your cultivation perfect like that of Cai Tianjun?"
The Great Elder Qi Ying on the side came back to his senses and looked at Mo Wentian with disbelief in his eyes.
"This emperor's cultivation is indeed the perfect state of the Heavenly King, but do you know that there is a group of people in this world who cannot use their cultivation to measure their strength!"
Looking at Qi Ying, Mo Wentian said with an indifferent expression.
"who?"
Qi Ying blurted out almost subconsciously.
"That's genius!"
"The ultimate genius is this emperor!"
Looking at Qi Ying, Mo Wentian's eyes shone with an extremely bright light.
"genius?"
Qi Ying took a deep breath.
Looking at Mo Wentian, his eyes flashed crazily.
Although Mo Wentian's cultivation was as perfect as that of Tianjun, at this moment, in his heart, he did not dare to underestimate Mo Wentian in the slightest.
"Look, Mo Wentian is still fine. Did the Sixth Elder lose? Is that strong smell of blood coming from the Sixth Elder?"
"This is impossible? The Sixth Elder is a powerful man who has perfected the Heavenly King. How could he be defeated?"
"It's true. Look, one of the Sixth Elder's palms is missing!"
"This kid Mo Wentian is too scary!"
…
The beast clan disciples looked at Mo Wentian and Qi Yu in the void with astonishment on their faces.
In the void, Mo Wentian stood proudly, with aura billowing out of his body.
However, facing Nian Qi Yu, his aura was in chaos. Looking at his chopped off palm, it was already clear that he was seriously injured.
"Mo Wentian, even if your strength is good, you will never be able to stop the two of us and the one hundred Heavenly King disciples of my beast tribe!"
"This elder will give you a chance to hand over what this elder wants, and I will leave with my disciples of the beast clan!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Qi Ying took a step forward and said with a cold face.
Qi Ying's eyes were flashing crazily at this moment.
If at first he was still thinking about killing Mo Wentian and destroying the Heaven Devouring Divine Kingdom, then now he has completely lost his mind.
The Mo Wentian in front of him was very terrifying. Let alone killing Mo Wentian, even if he wanted to suppress him, it would be extremely difficult.
The sixth elder, Qi Yu, had already suffered a loss at the hands of Mo Wentian. Although his strength was slightly stronger than Qi Yu's, he, like his son Qi Yun, valued life more than anything else.
He was not the only elder among the orcs, and he did not want to get injured in a fight with Mo Wentian here.
"Old bastard, you are the great elder of the beast tribe, right?"
Looking at Qi Ying, Mo Wentian raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said with a face full of teasing.
"Yes, I am the great elder of the beast tribe!"
Qi Ying's eyes flashed coldly, and his voice was extremely low.
"You want me to hand over something?"
"Then I will settle this account with you carefully. Just now your Sixth Elder took action against me. After all, I must have been hurt and frightened to a certain extent!"
"Let's do this, you just take out a hundred mid-stage king-level artifacts. As long as you take them out, I will consider letting you get out of the Heaven-Devouring Kingdom!"
Looking at Qi Ying, Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly turned cold.
"A hundred pieces of mid-term king-level artifacts?"
Qi Ying was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and looked at Mo Wentian, his eyes filled with disbelief.
He never thought that Mo Wentian would put forward such a condition.
He originally thought that Mo Wentian would obediently hand over what he wanted. Even if he didn't hand it over, he wouldn't be so arrogant as to ask him to hand over the things again.
A hundred pieces of mid-term king-level artifacts are a painful resource even for the orcs who rank first in the ancient ruins.
"Mo Wentian, don't bully others too much!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Qi Ying said in a gloomy voice.
"How about I just bully you today?"
A cold voice sounded, and the coldness suddenly rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.
The next moment, Mo Wentian took a direct step forward.
Mo Wentian's palm instantly turned into a fist, and above his fist, there seemed to be an ancient dragon roaring.
"Shenlong Fist!"
With a cold shout, Mo Wentian punched Qi Yu who was not far away from Qi Ying.
"No… "
"Do not kill me!"
Seeing Mo Wentian punch him, Qi Yu wanted to retreat, but he found that Mo Wentian's speed had reached the limit.
Subconsciously, he reached out and put his arm in front of his chest, and Mo Wentian's punch hit his wrist directly.
"Click..."
The wrist was instantly shattered.
Qi Yu's body also flew backwards.
"Pfft..."
A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, and his face turned even pale.
"Mo Wentian, how dare you attack the Sixth Elder!"
"You are simply lawless!"
"I, the beast tribe, will definitely not let you go!"
"Walk!"
Qi Ying came back to his senses and shouted coldly without any hesitation.
The next moment, Qi Yu turned around and headed in the direction of the orcs.
"The Great Elder has left with the Sixth Elder, let's leave quickly!"
"Mo Wentian is really too scary. The Heaven-Devouring Kingdom is really too scary. Get back!"
"Run away!"
…
The remaining one hundred disciples of the Heavenly King Realm of the Beast Tribe began to flee crazily when they saw Qi Yu and Qi Ying leaving.
"Boss, do these people want to escape?"
"Should we kill them?"
At this moment, Xiaojiao looked at Mo Wentian and said in a deep voice.
"Mosquitoes are still meat no matter how small they are. It's okay for those two old bastards to escape. Do these hundred ants still want to escape?"
"Kill, kill them all for me!"
The corner of Mo Wentian's mouth curled up into an evil smile, but his voice was extremely cold.
The next moment, Mo Wentian's figure disappeared from the place.
When he reappeared, Mo Wentian's figure stood proudly in the void, blocking the way of the hundred orc disciples.
"Do not kill me!"
"Don't kill me. Don't you have a shortage of disciples in your Heaven-Eating Kingdom? Our cultivation levels are pretty good. We are willing to surrender to the Heaven-Eating Kingdom. Don't kill me!"
…
Seeing Mo Wentian appear in front of them, the disciples of the beast tribe felt as if death was coming, their bodies could not help but tremble, and they quickly begged for mercy.
"If you want to be a disciple of my Heaven Devouring Kingdom, you are not worthy!"
"Let's hit the road!"
Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly turned cold.
The next moment, the Heaven-Devouring Divine Sword shot out instantly.
"ah… "
"No… "
"Don't kill..."
…
A series of screams suddenly resounded.
But Mo Wentian's eyes were extremely dull.
Mo Wentian didn't even have the slightest fondness for this disciple of the Beast Clan, so he would just kill him!