Chapter 928 Threat?

"Illegitimate daughter?"

"It seems that the demon king and the demon king, these two old bastards, have a fight!"

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 make a move for a long time, Qi Zhen thought that Mo Wentian didn't dare to do it because Ren Jing was the daughter of the demon king, so he said coldly.

"Qi Zhen, do you know what the emperor hates the most?"

The corners of Mo Wentian's mouth became more and more intense, looking at Qi Zhen, he asked the question instead of answering.

"What do you hate?"

Qi Zhen blurted out almost subconsciously.

"What I hate the most is when others threaten me!"

"Illegitimate daughter? Die!"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, a cold light flashed, and then he said in a cold voice.

"ah……"

In the next moment, a scream resounded throughout the void.

Seeing that the Heaven Devouring Sword in Mo Wentian's hand moved slightly, the screams stopped abruptly.

"boom……"

The fiery red graceful figure fell to the ground, stirring up dust on the ground.

A strong bloody smell quickly spread in the void.

"The princess is dead?"

"The princess is dead? How is this possible?"

"My lord princess is a strong mid-stage king, how could she be beheaded by Mo Wentian just like that?"

"That's right, it's impossible!"

...

There was a strong smell of blood, and the disciple of the Yaozu came back to his senses, looking at the figure lying in the pool of blood, his eyes were full of disbelief.

One must know that Ren Jing is a strong mid-stage Heavenly King, while Mo Wentian is just the consummation of the Heavenly King, the difference in cultivation between the two is worlds of difference.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!"

"If I was not careful, why did the princess of the demon clan 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 then he looked at Ren Jing who was lying on the ground, lifeless, not even her spirit escaped.

In Qi Zhen's eyes, a terrifying killing intent instantly rose.

"Dog, seeing your lover die, do you want revenge?"

Seeing Qi Zhen's murderous appearance, Xiao Jiao's figure flashed, and he stood in front of Mo Wentian, saying coldly and arrogantly.

"Little reptile, if you dare to block my way, I will kill you first, and then that kid Mo Wentian!"

In Qi Zhen's eyes, a terrifying murderous intent rose more and more, and his voice was even more gloomy and cold.

"Want to kill me, Grandpa Little Jiao?"

"I think you are courting death!"

There was a sudden coldness in Xiaojiao's eyes, and then the power on his body rolled out.

The vast Longwei spread instantly.

"What a powerful Longwei!"

"The power of this dragon is so strong!"

"The princess is dead, let's run away!"

"Even if the princess is not the one-shot enemy of this kid Mo Wentian, let alone us, run away!"

...

Feeling the terrifying and boundless power of the void, the hearts of a group of demon disciples trembled instantly.

In the next moment, one by one began to flee frantically in the direction of the Yaozu.

"Since you're here, do you still want to escape?"

"Xiaojiao, this Qi town is handed over to you, and the rest of the bastards, the emperor will not let any of you stay!"

Mo Wentian looked at the Yaozu disciple who was fleeing wildly, his eyes flashed coldly, and he shouted in a cold voice.

"Boss, don't worry!"

Xiao Jiao hastily opened his mouth to answer.

Hearing Mo Wentian's words, Xiao Jiao's power became more terrifying.

"The dragon flicks its tail!"

The next moment, with a cold shout, the dragon's tail, several feet in size, was drawn directly towards Qi Zhen.

"Little reptile, want to whip me?"

"A tiger roars to the sky!"

Looking at Xiaojiao's dragon tail that was several feet in size, he did not hesitate at all.

Qi Zhen's whole body was coiled on the ground, and his body swelled rapidly, but within a few breaths, he had already swelled to several feet in size.

His whole body, at this moment, seemed to have turned into a fierce tiger.

"Ho Ho..."

In the next moment, he roared crazily at Xiaojiao.

Following Qi Zhen's roar, the terrifying sound waves swept towards Xiao Jiao with Qi Zhen as the center of gravity.

"This whistling is so powerful!"

"I feel like my heart is shaking!"

"This little reptile in the early days of the king wants to fight with senior brother Qi Zhen, he is looking for death!"

"This little reptile looks like it's going to be directly shocked to death by Senior Brother Qi Zhen!"

...

The disciples of the beast clan looked at the void one by one with confidence in their eyes.

"boom……"

The terrifying sound waves collided with Xiaojiao's several feet long tail.

Xiaojiao's body flew upside down.

"puff……"

A mouthful of blood spurted out from Xiaojiao's mouth.

As for Qi Zhen on the opposite side, although he didn't fly upside down, he wasn't much better.

His entire body receded several tens of feet, and traces 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 were full of terrifying killing intent.

"Brother Qi Zhen is injured?"

"How is this possible? Brother Qi Zhen is a strong man in the middle stage of the king, who is about to break through to the late stage of the king. How could he be injured?"

"How can this little reptile be so strong? Isn't he just the early stage of the king?"

"Senior Brother Qi Zhen received nothing more than a little relief, this little reptile will not be a match for Senior Brother Qi Zhen!"

...

The disciple of the Beast Race looked at the blood on the corner of Qi Zhen's mouth, and his expression changed instantly.

In the next moment, a pot exploded in the crowd.

"Little Jiao!"

Mo Wentian looked at Xiaojiao, his eyes flashed coldly, and he hurriedly called out.

"Boss, I'm fine!"

"It's just a small injury. Give me this dog thing, and I'll make him into meatloaf!"

Xiao Jiao stood up, grinned slightly, and looked at Mo Wentian with determination in his eyes.

"Little Jiao, be careful!"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, traces of cold light flickered endlessly.

Although Mo Wentian was very clear in his heart that Qi Zhen in the middle stage of the Heavenly King would not be Xiao Jiao's opponent, but seeing Xiao Jiao's injury, Mo Wentian couldn't help admonishing him.

"Don't worry, boss!"

Xiao Jiao looked at Mo Wentian and said calmly.

"This little Jiao is so belligerent!"

Looking at Xiaojiao's fighting spirit, Mo Wentian couldn't help shaking his head slightly.

In the next moment, Mo Wentian held the Heaven Devouring Sword in his hand, and slashed towards the group of monster disciples who were frantically fleeing.

"ah……"

"No……"

"Do not kill me!"

"Let me go!"

...

Following Mo Wentian's sword strike, screams and begging for mercy resounded instantly.

But Mo Wentian didn't have the slightest soft-heartedness. He didn't have the slightest affection for the disciples of the monster race and the beast race.

The disciples of the monster race and the beast race wanted to kill him, so Mo Wentian didn't mind, so he killed them first.