Chapter 1093 Forty Percent Strength

"Boy, it's ridiculous to want me to surrender to you, a little ant in the mid-stage of the king!"

"Tianniu Sword Art: Slash!"

When Mo Wentian's incomparably arrogant voice came, Yuan Po's eyes showed a terrifying killing intent.

With a cold shout, holding the two swords of heaven and bull, he slashed towards Mo Wentian again.

"Old bastard, you really don't give up until you reach the Yellow River!"

"Shenlong Fist!"

Seeing Yuan Po's sword strike again, Mo Wentian's eyes narrowed slightly.

In the void, the nine Mo Wentians struck out instantly.

"Ho Ho..."

Following Mo Wentian's punch, it seemed that an ancient peerless divine dragon roared out from Mo Wentian's fist.

That billowing fist strength is even more vast, looking from a distance, it is terrifying and boundless.

"Boy, my double swords of celestial bulls are king-level consummate artifacts, and you actually punched them directly to block them!"

"You are courting death!"

Seeing Mo Wentian greet him with a punch, Yuan Po laughed wildly in an instant.

It looked like he had heard the funniest joke of the time.

"Hahahaha... Could it be that this kid thinks that he can block the City Lord with just one punch!"

"I looked at the boy, today he is going to die in his arrogant deeds!"

"So arrogant, you deserve to die!"

"Under the sword of Lord City Master, this kid might not even be able to escape his soul!"

...

Hearing Yuan Po's laughing voice, countless warriors also laughed.

Looking at Mo Wentian, their eyes were filled with disdain.

"Clang clang..."

"boom……"

The next moment, in the void, nine Mo Wentians and nine directions bombarded towards Yuan Po.

"not good!"

"This is the clone of that kid!"

Yuan Po slashed down with his sword, only to see Mo Wentian's figure in the void, instantly dissipated.

Suddenly, a bad premonition rose in Yuan Po's heart.

He just chopped off one of Mo Wentian's avatars, and in the void, there were still eight Mo Wentians blasting towards him.

Yuan Po was slightly stunned, and when he came back to his senses, he quickly blocked the two swords of heaven and bull in front of him.

But how could the two celestial bulls and double swords be able to stop the eight Mo Wentians.

"How are you, old bastard?"

"This emperor has already reminded you, don't make unnecessary struggles!"

"Taste the taste of this emperor's Dragon Fist!"

A cold voice sounded, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed a gleam.

Looking at Yuan Po, the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth twitched slightly, and an evil smile spread instantly.

"boom……"

The next moment, Mo Wentian didn't hesitate at all, and the eight Mo Wentians directly blasted towards Yuan Po.

Undoubtedly, Yuan Po's body flew upside down.

"puff……"

A mouthful of blood spat out from Yuan Po's mouth.

"The city lord has lost! The city lord has actually been defeated by this kid!"

"How is this possible? Isn't this kid's cultivation at the mid-stage Heavenly King?"

"How can this kid be so strong?"

"City Lord, can you really beat this kid?"

"The city lord can't beat him, so who else in Juancheng can beat him?"

...

Seeing Yuan Po flying backwards, countless warriors were slightly stunned and came back to their senses.

Looking at Mo Wentian, one after another, his eyes were full of surprise.

"Boy, you..."

"How can you be so strong?"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Yuan Po's eyes were full of surprise.

You must know that Mo Wentian's cultivation is only in the middle stage of the Heavenly King, but he is a strong man with the Perfection of the Heavenly King.

He originally thought that even if he couldn't stop the eight clones of Mo Wentian, with his physique, he wouldn't be able to get injured.

But what he didn't know was that Mo Wentian's punch just now was only less than 50% of his strength.

If Mo Wentian had exerted 80% of his power, he might have already turned into a dead body.

"Old bastard, you are really a frog in the bottom of the well. The power that this emperor exerts is only 40 to 50%!"

"You think that this emperor is strong, so if this emperor is 70% to 80% effective, then wouldn't you want to kneel down and worship this emperor?"

Mo Wentian looked at Yuan Po, with an evil smile on his face, and said coldly and arrogantly.

"But forty to five percent?"

"This is impossible?"

"No, kid, you have hidden your cultivation!"

He muttered to himself, suddenly, as if he remembered something, a cold light flashed in Yuan Po's eyes.

The next moment, looking at Mo Wentian, he said coldly.

"Hidden cultivation?"

"Old bastard, this emperor is in the realm of the mid-stage king!"

Hearing this, Mo Wentian's wicked smile became more intense.

Looking at Yuan Po, Mo Wentian's eyes were full of contempt.

"Boss, what do you want to say to this old bastard, just kill him!"

At this moment, Xiaojiao's eyes flashed coldly, he looked at Mo Wentian and said in a deep voice.

"This old bastard, it's still useful to keep!"

In the depths of Mo Wentian's eyes, a complicated look flashed across his eyes, and he said in a low voice.

"Is it useful to keep it?"

"Boss, this old bastard's cultivation is only in the realm of the Perfection of the Heavenly King. Our Heavenly Devouring God Kingdom has no shortage of such weak and perfect warriors of the Heavenly King!"

Hearing Mo Wentian's words, Xiaojiao was full of doubts, frowned slightly, and asked.

"The Heaven Devouring God Kingdom does not lack such a perfect warrior like him, but this Juancheng lacks it!"

As if thinking of something, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed a cold light, and he said in a cold voice.

"Boss, I understand!"

"Are you going to keep this old bastard, and let this old bastard take care of it when we subdue Juancheng?"

Hearing this, Xiao Jiao instantly understood, and looked at Mo Wentian, with an incomparably bright light in his eyes.

"That's right!"

"After conquering Juancheng, we need our people to manage it!"

Mo Wentian nodded, and said with a slight grin at the corner of his mouth.

"Boss..."

Hearing Mo Wentian's words, Xiao Jiao opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"Old miscellaneous, this emperor will give you another chance!"

"Surrender or die!"

The next moment, Mo Wentian's eyes looked at Yuan Po, and the fir trees in his eyes were full of coldness, and he shouted in a cold voice.

"Boy, if you want me to surrender, then you must have this strength!"

"Fight again!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Yuan Po wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up.

For some reason, looking at Mo Wentian, he seemed to see his future in this young man in the mid-stage of Heavenly King.

What's more, his heart became a little loose, and a thought of wanting to surrender to Mo Wentian came up.

However, the next moment, he thought that he was the lord of Juancheng, if he surrendered to Mo Wentian like this, where would his dignity be?

"Old bastard, you still don't give up!"

"If you want to fight that emperor, I will play with you again!"

Hearing this, looking at Yuan Po, Mo Wentian grinned slightly and said with a sneer.