Chapter 932

"Ask your opinion?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man, headed by Mo Wentian, was stunned in an instant.

"Ben Di is in a good mood today. I give you two choices!"

"Surrender, or die?"

Mo Wentian looked at the orc disciple in front of him, his eyes flickered with cold light, and his voice was cold.

"Surrender?"

"Dead?"

"Don't ask the sky, you are simply too arrogant. You are just a perfect warrior of the emperor of heaven. If you want us to surrender to you, you also need the strength to surrender to us!"

The man seemed to think of something. His eyes flashed cold and he shouted loudly.

"Yes, if you want us to surrender, you must have the strength to convince us!"

"Yes, yes!"

"You are only the perfect emperor, and among us, those with the lowest accomplishments are already the same as you!"

"Among us, there are nineteen strong kings!"

……

Among the crowd, one by one was instantly excited.

Looking at Mo Wentian, he said forcefully.

They have been paying attention to the war between Xiaojiao and Qizhen, and have not noticed that those demon clan disciples who escaped were all killed by Mo Wentian under the sword.

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

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

"Boss, how can these bastards talk so much nonsense!"

"Just kill it directly!"

Listening to this discussion, a touch of anger rose in Xiao Jiao's eyes.

"Nineteen heavenly kings and five hundred heavenly kings, if they surrender to me, devour the kingdom of God!"

"That is equivalent to expanding the strength of my kingdom of devouring gods, but for the orcs, it is a big damage!"

"Killing them is just a bad idea. What we want is their surrender!"

Don't ask the sky to look at Xiao Jiao, with a cold flash in his eyes and a cold voice.

"Boss, I understand!"

"Our kingdom of devouring gods has ranked second in this ancient heritage land, but compared with the orcs who have ranked first in this ancient heritage land for thousands of years, the difference is unknown!"

"Therefore, strength is the most important thing for our current God devouring kingdom!"

Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Xiao Jiao instantly understood.

"Yes!"

"If only you understood!"

Mo asked Tian and nodded slightly.

"The strength of submission?"

"How about we make a bet?"

The next moment, Mo Wentian looked at the disciples of the orc clan, and his smile became stronger and stronger.

"Bet?"

"What bet?"

The middle-aged man, who was headed by him, was a little stunned, and then came back to his senses, subconsciously opening his mouth.

"Send any one of you to fight with me!"

"If I win, all of you will surrender to the emperor!"

The cold voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes were extremely cold and arrogant.

"What if you lose?"

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

"Lose?"

"Will the emperor lose?"

Hearing the speech, Mo Wentian sneered.

The word "input" doesn't exist in his dictionary.

"Boy, you are so arrogant!"

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

"Just say whether you dare to fight. If you dare to fight, fight!"

"If you don't fight, the emperor doesn't want to talk more nonsense with your little mole ant. Then you are all the same as Qizhen. Go to hell!"

The cold voice sounded, and a terrible and boundless killing intention suddenly rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.

"Dare!"

"Why not?"

"You are just a warrior in the perfect realm of the heavenly king, and I am the strong one in the middle of the heavenly king!"

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

The middle-aged man seemed to be irritated and quickly promised.

His eyes were suddenly cold.

"Noisy!"

"Dragon fist!"

"Die!"

With a cold drink, don't ask the palm of heaven, and instantly become a fist.

Without the slightest hesitation, he punched directly at the middle-aged man opposite.

With one punch, everyone only felt that there was a dragon roaring above Mo Wentian's fist. The momentum on the fist rolled out, looking from a distance, it was extremely terrible.

"Boy, you are looking for death!"

"Lion fist!"

Qi Jing also greeted with a punch.

The roar of lions and Dragons resounded through the whole void.

"Don't ask heaven, isn't that boy in the perfect state of caitianjun? But the smell emanating from him is at least not weaker than elder martial brother Qi Jing!"

"Haven't you heard? Don't ask the boy to establish the kingdom of devouring gods and be the emperor of the kingdom of devouring gods. It's all because he killed the demon king Lu Yan!"

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

"The demon king is the perfect cultivation of the king of heaven. Don't ask how the perfect warrior of the king of heaven can kill him?"

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

……

The terrible dragon chant sounded, and the disciples of the orc clan immediately began to talk.

"Bang..."

The violent collision came, and in the void, the peerless dragon collided with a lion.

The lion's phantom was instantly shattered, and the peerless dragon stood proudly. The next moment, in the startled look of everyone, the peerless dragon roared directly at Qi Jing's chest.

"Ah..."

"No..."

A scream came, and Mo Wentian's fist directly hit Qi Jing's chest.

Qi Jing's chest was directly blasted out of a huge hole, and Mo Wentian's hand was holding a steaming heart.

A strong smell of blood quickly spread.

"This... Elder martial brother Qi Jing is dead?"

"Elder martial brother Qi Jing is not the enemy of Mo Wentian's move!"

"It's terrible to punch directly through!"

"It seems that we are going to surrender!"

……

The disciple of the beast clan, slightly stunned, came back to God, and said impressively.

"It's just an ant, but it still wants to shake the elephant!"

"It's ridiculous!"

The cold voice sounded, Mo asked the corners of his mouth, raised a evil smile, and his face was even more indifferent.

With that, he threw the steaming heart 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.

"We are willing to submit to the emperor!"

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

"I also submit!"

……

Before Mo Wentian finished speaking, a group of ORC disciples came to Mo Wentian's ears with a burst of voices.

Looking at this scene in front of you, don't ask the corners of your mouth. The radian raised becomes more and more rich.

"It is also conditional to submit to the emperor!"

"Not every dog and cat is qualified!"

It seems that you have remembered something. Don't ask the cold flash in the sky's eyes, the cold voice.