Chapter 866 Fan Zeng Begged to Surrender

"Fan Zeng is really arrogant, he didn't see how scary Mo Wentian was!"

"If he saw how terrifying this kid Mo Wentian is, I'm afraid he wouldn't dare to speak like this at this moment!"

"There's a good show to watch!"

...

Outside the main hall, the figures looked at Fan Zeng beside the Youchi, all looking like they were enjoying the show.

"Xiao Jinghen, what's the hurry!"

At this moment, Mo Wentian said indifferently with a slight corner of his mouth.

"Yes, Master!"

Xiao Jinghen quickly replied respectfully, his eyes looking at Mo Wentian were full of admiration.

"Mo Wentian, do you think Xiao Jinghen can defeat me with his perfect cultivation as the Heavenly Lord?"

Fan Zeng's eyes were full of sneers, and his voice was even more arrogant.

"Xiao Jinghen alone can't beat you, but what if he is added?"

A cold voice sounded, and Mo Wentian turned his eyes to Demon Venerable Duan Fan who was at the side.

Seeing Xiao Jinghen's appearance, Fan Zeng's attention was all on Xiao Jinghen, and he didn't notice the Mozun not far away at all.

"This... who is this person?"

Hearing this, Fan Zeng looked at the crippled Demon Lord, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Boy, you can know the deity!"

Mozun stepped forward, looked at Fan Zeng fiercely, and said coldly.

"Master, leave this kid to me!"

"This emperor doesn't have that much time, you go up together, take ten breaths, and finish him for me!"

Mo Wentian's eyes flickered with coldness, and he said coldly.

"Yes, Master!"

"Yes, Master!"

Xiao Jinghen and Mozun Duan Fan quickly agreed.

"Senior Brother Fan Zeng, this man's aura is so weird!"

"I remembered, could this be the legendary Demon Lord from the Demon Realm?"

"It's really him. Although his appearance has changed, you can still tell that he is the Demon Lord of the Demon Realm!"

"It is rumored that the cultivation base of this Demon Venerable has reached the terrifying realm of the Heavenly King ten thousand years ago. Now, why is he still in the realm of the Heavenly King?"

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Behind Fan Zeng, the Mozu disciple looked at the Mozun and said in shock.

"Ten thousand years ago, he was a strong Heavenly King, but now he is still an early Heavenly King. Doesn't it look like this Demon Lord is not doing well?"

Hearing this, Fan Zeng grinned slightly, and a look of disdain rose in his eyes.

"Boy, my cultivation is not high, but it is enough for us to kill you!"

In Duan Fan's eyes that were as dark as ink, there was an incomparably cold glint.

"That's right, we want to kill you, ten breaths are enough!"

A terrifying killing intent also rose in Xiao Jinghen's eyes.

"Xiao Jinghen, Duan Fan, don't dawdle, solve it quickly!"

When Mo Wentian thought of the mystery in the secluded pool, he shouted coldly.

"By the way, I want the Excalibur in his hand!"

The next moment, Mo Wentian said with a twinkle in his eyes, looking at the shining divine sword in Fan Zeng's hand.

"Yes, Master!"

"Yes, Master!"

Xiao Jinghen and Duan Fan looked at Mo Wentian and said in a low voice.

"Swallow the demon body!"

"White Tiger Shield, suppress!"

Shouts came one after another, and the demonic energy surged in the void, and a shield hundreds of feet in size appeared.

In the next moment, amidst the astonishment on the faces of the crowd, they swept and suppressed Fan Zeng directly.

"Senior Brother Fan Zeng!"

"careful!"

...

Seeing the terrifying and boundless demonic energy in the void and the phantom of the white tiger, the disciples of the demon clan immediately cried out in shock.

"Want to kill me? It's not that easy!"

"Blue Dragon Excalibur, cut!"

Looking at the engulfing devil energy and white tiger shield, Fan Zeng's eyes flashed coldly, and the next moment, the Qinglong sword in his hand trembled crazily.

With a cold drink, he raised the Azure Dragon Excalibur and greeted him directly towards the void.

As soon as the sword came out, the entire void trembled, and behind him, a peerless green dragon roared out.

"What a strong Azure Dragon Sword Intent!"

"The Azure Dragon Excalibur in his hand is probably beyond the surrender of a king-level late-stage artifact!"

"He entered this secluded pool, could it be that the divine sword in his hand is the legendary peak king-level artifact?"

"What a strong sword intent!"

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Looking at the void, the eyes of the figures outside the hall were full of shock.

"Boss, this Fan Zeng has already reached the realm of a heavenly king, and now he still has this king-level artifact, the Azure Dragon Excalibur, in his hand!"

"Can Xiao Jinghen and Duan Fan beat each other?"

At this moment, Xiao Jiao looked at Mo Wentian and said solemnly.

"able!"

"Although Fan Zeng has also reached the realm of the heavenly king, he must have just broken through, while the Demon Lord has reached the realm of the heavenly king for ten thousand years. Even by himself, he can kill Fan Zeng!"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, there was a hint of coldness flickering.

"Boss, since he alone can kill Fan Zeng, why did you let Xiao Jinghen and Duan Fan join forces?"

Xiaojiao's eyes were full of puzzlement.

"Duan Fan can indeed beheaded alone, but it takes a long time!"

"The time that the ancestor of the Demon Realm left us is running out!"

As if thinking of something, Mo Wentian's eyes flickered with coldness, and he said coldly.

"Boss, I understand, you want to deal with Fan Zeng quickly!"

Xiao Jiao nodded, and then a smile spread from the corner of his mouth.

"Uh-huh!"

Mo Wentian hummed lightly, and then looked at the great battle in the void with his eyes.

"boom……"

Suddenly, in the endless turbulent void, there was a violent collision sound.

In the next moment, a figure was seen flying upside down, and the phantom of the blue dragon roaring in the void disappeared in an instant.

"puff……"

The billowing demon energy dissipated, and Fan Zeng fell to the ground, a mouthful of blood gushing out from his mouth.

"Boy, die!"

"Fan Zeng, die!"

Before Fan Zeng could stand up, Demon Lord Duan Fan and Xiao Jinghen made another attack, and went straight to kill Fan Zeng.

"No……"

"Don't kill me, I am willing to surrender to your master!"

Looking at the terrifying demonic energy and the phantom of the white tiger in the void, Fan Zeng only felt an aura of death approaching.

In his heart, there is no fighting spirit at this moment, and there is only one thought in his heart.

That is to survive, and the only way to survive is to surrender to Mo Wentian.

He didn't even block it, he just knelt on the ground, looking at Mo Wentian, his body couldn't help shaking.

"What? Did I hear you right?"

"It's only one breath, the first genius disciple of the demon clan, is he going to surrender to Mo Wentian?"

"It's true. I heard it too. Look at Fan Zeng kneeling on the ground!"

"This is too scary!"

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Outside the main hall, the figures looked at the scene in the secluded pool, their eyes filled with disbelief.

"Senior brother Fan Zeng is about to surrender, then we..."

"I surrender too!"

"I am also willing to surrender!"

...

Seeing Fan Zeng knelt down, the disciples of the Mozu came to their senses and knelt down again and again.

There is a world of difference between them now and the arrogant and domineering appearance just now.