Chapter 2040 Kill the Big Manager

"Ant, want to kill me?"

"It's just a dream!"

Seeing the fierce tiger rushing towards him, Mo Wentian's eyes grew cold.

Immediately, Mo Wentian's figure flashed, and he actually missed the three tiger's mouths.

But Mo Wentian's Heaven Devouring Divine Sword fell directly towards Lie Hu's leftmost head.

As Mo Wentian's sword fell, a scream resounded instantly.

"ah……"

Lie Hu's expression changed instantly.

The aura on Liehu's body dropped even more rapidly.

A strong smell of blood gushed out from the position of the fallen head.

This strong smell of blood makes people unable to help but vomit first.

"This... the head of our chief executive was actually beheaded by this kid!"

"This kid beheaded one of our chief executive's heads. We are a three-headed tiger clan. If one head is beheaded, the chief executive's strength will be reduced by half!"

"The strength of this kid is so terrifying. I thought that our chief executive could tear him into pieces with this blow, but I didn't expect that he was not injured, but our chief executive lost his head. !"

"What is the identity of this kid? He is not a member of the Nine-clawed Thunder Leopard at all. Why did he help the Nine-clawed Thunder Leopard to come to the inner layer of our Misty Peak!"

"It doesn't matter who this kid is? Today he completely angered our three-headed tiger clan, we can't let him go!"

...

The strong smell of blood came, and countless disciples of the three-headed tiger tribe began to discuss.

The expressions they looked at Mo Wentian changed even more.

In their view, Mo Wentian is just a martial artist in the realm of the perfect emperor, and a strong man who is perfect in the emperor is just an ant in front of the strong man in the early stage of the emperor.

Unexpectedly, not only was Mo Wentian not beheaded by the fierce tiger, but the fierce tiger was also beheaded by Mo Wentian.

The heads of the three tiger clan are a symbol of their strength, and each head is a part of their strength.

Lie Hu was decapitated by Mo Wentian, and this head was still Lie Hu's strongest head. This head was beheaded by Mo Wentian, and his strength was instantly reduced by half.

At this moment, they started guessing about Mo Wentian's identity.

"This... is this impossible?"

"Boy, you...how can you behead one of my heads, the heads of my three-headed tiger tribe, if you want to behead it, you need at least a peak imperial artifact!"

Lie Hu came back to his senses after hearing the voices of discussion.

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, looking at Mo Wentian, Lie Hu's eyes were full of shock.

The strongest of his three-headed tiger clan are these three heads, and these three heads are also the hardest places.

Other fierce tigers dare not say it, but if they want to cut off their three heads, they need at least a peak imperial artifact.

But the Heaven Devouring Divine Sword in Mo Wentian's hand in front of him looks like an ordinary divine sword.

No matter how you look at it, this Heaven Devouring Divine Sword doesn't look like a divine weapon of the peak imperial level.

"If you want to cut off your head, you need at least a peak imperial artifact?"

"Ants, so the Emperor's Heaven-devouring Sword is at least a divine weapon at the peak of the emperor's level?"

Hearing Lie Hu's words, Mo Wentian was slightly taken aback and came back to his senses.

The corner of Mo Wentian's mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't help raising an arc.

Mo Wentian didn't know what level of artifact the Heaven Devouring Sword was.

This has always been a mystery in Mo Wentian's heart, but he didn't expect that now the fierce tiger would say that the Heaven Devouring Sword is at least a divine weapon at the peak of the imperial level.

This makes Mo Wentian's heart, how can he not be shocked?

"Boss, is this Heaven Devouring Sword a divine weapon at the peak of the imperial level?"

"No, is it an artifact that is at least at the peak of the imperial level?"

But at this moment, Xiao Jiao's figure flashed and landed in front of Mo Wentian, looking at Mo Wentian, he couldn't hide his joy.

"Um!"

Mo Wentian didn't say much, just hummed and nodded.

"Boy?"

"Could it be that you still don't know what level the divine sword in your kid's hand is?"

Looking at Mo Wentian's impressive face, Lie Hu said with a gleam of coldness in his eyes.

"Ants, this emperor's things, this emperor naturally knows!"

"Didn't you just want to fight this Emperor?"

"Didn't you say that if you don't kill this emperor today, you have no way to gain a foothold in the inner layer of Misty Peak?"

"Fight again!"

The cold business sounded, and Mo Wentian's fighting spirit also increased.

At the same time, the aura on Mo Wentian's body increased rapidly.

"Buzz..."

The Heaven Devouring Divine Sword in Mo Wentian's hand trembled violently.

That appearance, as if it is a little impatient at this moment.

"Boy, this is you looking for death!"

Hearing Mo Wentian's words, Lie Hu's expression changed drastically in an instant.

But the next moment, as if thinking of something, Lie Hu's eyes grew cold.

The aura on Liehu's body increased again.

For this Mo Wentian, Lie Hu actually felt a little afraid in his heart.

After all, in his heyday, he was no match for Mo Wentian.

What's more, he has been beheaded now, and his current strength is half of his original strength.

At this moment, Lie Hu felt a hint of retreat in his heart.

His body took a few steps back even more honestly.

"Ant, what?"

"Is this because you are afraid of the emperor and dare not fight with the emperor?"

Seeing the fierce tiger retreating, the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth became more and more intense.

In fact, in Mo Wentian's heart, he was extremely clear about the fierce tiger's thoughts.

Lie Hu was scared, he was afraid that Mo Wentian would cut off his other head with another sword.

As long as his two heads are cut off by Mo Wentian, his strength will be lost.

Even though his cultivation has reached the early stage of the Emperor of Heaven, it is not difficult to grow his head that was cut off by Mo Wentian.

But it will also take tens of thousands of years. During these tens of thousands of years, other people's strength and cultivation bases are increasing, but he is recovering, and the gap is huge.

This fierce tiger is the chief executive of the three-headed tiger clan. In the monster beast clan, strength is the last word.

If his strength is inferior to others, it is impossible for him to retain the position of chief executive.

Mo Wentian knew very well that this fierce tiger wanted to escape.

But with Mo Wentian around, and without Mo Wentian's consent, it would be impossible to escape.

"Chairman, do you really want to run away?"

"The chief executive is afraid of this kid, this kid's strength is really too strong!"

"If I were the chief executive, I would leave too!"

"That's right, staying alive is the most important thing!"

"The chief manager said it in front of the disciples of the Sword Dragon Clan. If he didn't kill this kid today, wouldn't he be embarrassing to our Three-Headed Tiger Clan!"

...

As soon as Mo Wentian said these words, countless three-headed tiger disciples looked at the fierce tiger with their eyes.

They saw that Lie Hu had retreated a lot, and they knew what Lie Hu was thinking.

Even though this fierce tiger was the chief steward of their three-headed tiger clan and the son of the chief elder of the three-headed tiger clan, they couldn't help feeling a little disdain in their hearts.

You know, the cultivation of this fierce tiger is two realms stronger than Mo Wentian.

"Boy, you..."

"You are disgusting!"

Hearing the voices of discussion, Lie Hu, who originally wanted to leave, felt a little embarrassed.

He could have left without a sound, and his face, the face of his three-headed tiger clan, could have been preserved.

But when Mo Wentian said this, the countless three-headed tiger disciples were all looking at him.

He just wanted to leave, and he couldn't leave now.

In an instant, Lie Hu attributed everything to Mo Wentian.

If it weren't for Mo Wentian, he could have left, and his three-headed tiger clan's face could have been preserved.