Chapter 932: Qi Jing Courts Death

"Ask your opinion?"

Hearing Mo Wentian's words, the middle-aged man in the lead was stunned for an instant.

"The emperor is in a good mood today, I will give you two choices!"

"Surrender, or die?"

Mo Wentian looked at the orc disciple in front of him, his eyes flickered with coldness, and said coldly.

"Surrender?"

"die?"

"Mo Wentian, you are simply too arrogant. You are just a warrior who has completed the Heavenly Monarch. If you want us to submit to you, then you must have the strength to make us submit!"

The man seemed to think of something, his eyes flashed coldly, and he shouted sharply.

"That's right, if you want us to surrender, then you must have the strength to convince us!"

"That's right, that's right!"

"You are no more than Tianjun consummation, and among us, those with the lowest cultivation level are already like you!"

"Among us, there are nineteen Heavenly Kings!"

...

Among the crowd, everyone cheered up in an instant.

Looking at Mo Wentian, he said forcefully.

They have been paying attention to the battle between Xiaojiao and Qi Zhen, and they didn't notice at all that those Yaozu disciples who escaped were all beheaded by Mo Wentian's sword.

Even before, they witnessed Mo Wentian kill Ren Jing with a sword, but in their view, it was just a sneak attack by Mo Wentian.

That has nothing to do with Mo Wentian's strength!

"Boss, why are these bastards talking so much nonsense!"

"Just kill it directly!"

Hearing these discussions, Xiaojiao's eyes were full of anger.

"Nineteen heavenly kings, five hundred heavenly kings, if they submit to my Heavenly God Kingdom!"

"That is equivalent to strengthening the strength of our Heavenly Devouring God Kingdom, but for the orcs, it is a big damage!"

"Beheading them is just a bad idea, what we want is their submission!"

Mo Wentian looked at Xiaojiao, with a hint of coldness in his eyes, and said coldly.

"Boss, I understand!"

"Our Heaven-eating God Kingdom already ranks second in strength in this ancient relic, but compared with the orc race that has ranked first in this ancient relic for thousands of years, the difference is not known by how much!"

"So, strength is the most important thing for our current Heaven Devouring Kingdom!"

Hearing Mo Wentian's words, Xiao Jiao instantly understood.

"Um!"

"It's good that you understand!"

Mo Wentian nodded slightly.

"The strength of surrender?"

"How about we make a bet?"

The next moment, Mo Wentian looked at the group of orc disciples, and said with a more intense smile on the corner of his mouth.

"bet?"

"What bet?"

The middle-aged man in the lead was taken aback for a moment, then came back to his senses, and subconsciously said.

"Send any one of you to fight with 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.

"Then what if you lose?"

The middle-aged man looked at Mo Wentian and said in a deep voice.

"lose?"

"How could this emperor lose?"

Hearing this, Mo Wentian sneered.

The word "lost" does not exist in Mo Wentian's dictionary.

"Boy, you are simply too arrogant!"

The middle-aged man looked at Mo Wentian and shouted sharply.

"You just say whether you dare or not, if you dare to fight, then fight!"

"If you don't fight, then I don't want to talk nonsense with you, a little ant, then you are all like Qi Zhen, you all go to die!"

A cold voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly showed a terrifying and boundless killing intent.

"dare!"

"Why not?"

"You are just a martial artist in the perfect state of Tianjun, and I am a strong man in the mid-stage of Tianwang!"

"Boy, you are so arrogant, but you have to pay the price for your arrogance!"

The middle-aged man seemed to be irritated, and he quickly agreed.

His eyes suddenly turned extremely cold.

"Noisy!"

"Shenlong Fist!"

"Die!"

With a cold drink, Mo Wentian's palm instantly formed a fist.

Without the slightest hesitation, he punched directly and blasted towards the middle-aged man opposite.

With one punch, everyone felt like a divine dragon was roaring above Mo Wentian's fist. The power of the fist rolled out, looking from a distance, it was extremely terrifying.

"Boy, you are courting death!"

"Lion Fist!"

Qi Jing also greeted him with a punch.

The roar of the lion and the chant of the dragon resounded throughout the void.

"Isn't that kid Mo Wentian in the consummation state of Tianjun? But the aura emanating from him is at least not weaker than Senior Brother Qi Jing!"

"Haven't you heard of it? Mo Wentian established the Heaven Devouring God Kingdom and became the emperor of the Heaven Devouring God Kingdom, all because he beheaded the demon king Lu Yan!"

"What? You said that the demon king Lu Yan was the one who killed him!"

"The Demon King is the perfect cultivation of the Heavenly King, Mo Wentian, how could a warrior with the perfect Heavenly King kill him?"

"This must be a rumor, yes, this must be a rumor!"

...

The terrifying dragon chant sounded, and the disciples of the orc clan immediately began to discuss.

"boom……"

There was a violent collision, and in the void, the peerless dragon collided with a lion.

The phantom of the lion was instantly shattered, and the peerless dragon stood proudly. The next moment, amidst the astonished expressions of everyone, the peerless dragon roared directly towards Qi Jing's chest.

"ah……"

"No……"

There was a scream, and Mo Wentian's fist hit Qi Jing's chest directly.

A huge hole was blown out of Qi Jing's chest, while Mo Wentian was holding a steaming heart in his hand.

A strong smell of blood quickly permeated the air.

"This... Brother Qi Jing is dead?"

"Brother Qi Jing is not even Mo Wentian's one-stroke enemy!"

"It's too scary to punch through directly!"

"It seems that we are going to surrender!"

...

The disciple of the orc clan was taken aback for a moment, then came back to his senses, and said with a serious expression on his face.

"It's just ants, but they still want to shake the elephant!"

"It's ridiculous!"

A cold voice sounded, and the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth raised an evil smile, and his face was even more indifferent.

As he said that, he threw the steaming heart in his hand directly on the ground.

"Qi was shocked to death, you..."

The next moment, Mo Wentian looked at the group of orc disciples in front of him, and said coldly.

"Meet the emperor, we are willing to surrender!"

"Don't kill us, we are willing to surrender!"

"I surrender too!"

...

Before Mo Wentian could finish speaking, a group of orc disciples came to Mo Wentian's ears one after another.

Looking at the scene in front of him, the corners of Mo Wentian's mouth curled up more and more intensely.

"Surrender to the emperor, that is also conditional!"

"Not just any cat or dog is eligible!"

Seemingly remembering something, Mo Wentian said coldly with a cold gleam in his eyes.