Chapter 903: Patriarch Ice

"Old dog, let me teach you a lesson, Grandpa Little Jiao!

Xiaojiao stood proudly in the void, looked at Lu Yuan, the great elder of the demon clan, and said with a fierce look on his face.

"A little reptile also wants to kill me, how arrogant!"

"Today I will let you know how powerful I am!"

In the eyes of the Great Elder of the Demon Race, Lu Yan, there was an incomparably cold light, and he shouted coldly.

Patriarch Huo was no match for Mo Wentian, so Lu Yuan was naturally afraid of Mo Wentian, but the Xiaojiao in front of him was only at the early stage of the Heavenly King.

Moreover, he has just stepped into the early stage of the Heavenly King, so Lu Yuan, the great elder of the Demon Race, really doesn't pay attention to such a cultivation base.

"White Tiger Divine Fist!"

The next moment, Lu Yuan sneered coldly, his palm formed into a fist, and he punched directly at the little Jiao in the void.

With a punch, behind Lu Yuan, a phantom of a hundred-foot white tiger appeared, standing proudly in the void, roaring at Xiaojiao.

"One-armed old dog, even in your heyday, you can't even think about defeating your grandfather Xiaojiao, let alone now!"

"The dragon flicks its tail!"

Xiaojiao looked at the punch being thrown at him, his eyes shrank slightly, and he said coldly.

The next moment, he saw a flash of his hundreds-foot-long dragon figure, with a tail that was tens of feet in size, and he punched the void directly to greet him.

"boom……"

There was a violent collision, and in the void, the phantom of the hundred-foot-high dragon collapsed directly.

Lu Yuan's body also flew upside down.

"puff……"

A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.

The corner of Xiaojiao's mouth also overflowed with traces of blood.

"The middle stage of the king, not bad!"

Muttering to himself, Xiao Jiao's eyes were flickering with coldness.

"what happened?"

"Isn't that little snake in the early stage of the Heavenly King? How could it hurt the Great Elder of the Demon Race?"

"It must be because Mo Wentian chopped off the arm of the Great Elder of the Demon Race and was injured, otherwise it would be impossible to defeat a small monster!"

"I think it's the same, the Great Elder of the Demon Race, even if his strength is not much worse than that of the Heavenly King in the later stage!"

"If he hadn't been injured in the first place, this little snake would never have been the opponent of Lu Yuan, the chief elder of the Demon Race!"

...

Seeing the figure flying upside down in the void, countless warriors began to discuss.

"Little reptile, you hit this elder with a physical battle!"

"This elder will make you pay the price!"

Hearing the voices of discussion, the Great Elder felt a little more confident in an instant.

He stood up, looked at Xiao Jiao, and said with a gloomy face.

"Pay the price?"

"Old dog, I don't know the price of your grandfather, but I know that today you are my defeat!"

The corner of Xiaojiao's mouth grinned slightly, and the cold light in his eyes flickered endlessly.

After following Mo Wentian for a long time, Xiao Jiao has learned the essence of the ability to shout and be arrogant.

"Little Jiao, don't play for too long!"

"Just let him surrender!"

Mo Wentian looked at the void and knew very well in his heart that at this moment Xiaojiao is very playful, if he doesn't say anything to stop him, let him continue to fight.

It is estimated that Xiaojiao will have to fight him for more than three days and three nights.

"Understood, boss!"

The cold voice sounded in his mind, and Xiaojiao's expression dimmed for a moment. He seemed a little unwilling, but he still agreed.

"Old bum, they're all on their way, now it's your turn!"

Suddenly, Mo Wentian looked at the Bing Patriarch in front of him, and said with a cold light in his eyes.

Fighting against Patriarch Huo, Mo Wentian already knew his own strength very well, and it was not enough to kill the late-stage powerhouses of the Heavenly King just by relying on the Heaven-devouring Divine Sword.

It has to rely on the time roulette, but the Ice Patriarch in front of him is somewhat weaker than the Huo Patriarch in terms of strength.

Coupled with the shock that he had beheaded Huo Patriarch, Mo Wentian had a premonition in his heart.

The Patriarch Zhanbing doesn't need to use the time roulette, just use the Heaven Devouring Sword.

"Sword!"

With a cold shout, the Heaven Devouring Divine Sword appeared in Mo Wentian's hands.

Standing proudly in the void, Mo Wentian's breath became more and more terrifying.

"What a domineering Mo Wentian, it's enough to kill many powerful people of the Demon Race, and now he even wants to kill Patriarch Bing and the Great Elder!"

"It looks like the demon clan is going to be wiped out today!"

"It's better to be careful in everything. If the demons don't provoke Mo Wentian and the Jiuyou tribe, how could the demons be in such a catastrophe today!"

"Old Ancestor Bing, can you still beat Mo Wentian?"

...

Looking at the extremely arrogant figure in the void, the crowd exploded in an instant.

"hateful!"

Patriarch Bing looked at the Heaven Devouring Divine Sword in Mo Wentian's hand, his eyes were extremely angry.

But he didn't attack Mo Wentian.

He even trembled a little in his heart, just now Mo Wentian had already beheaded Patriarch Huo, let alone him who is not as powerful as Patriarch Huo!

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

"Surrender to the Emperor, or die!"

Standing proudly in the void, in Mo Wentian's eyes, there is boundless contempt.

In Mo Wentian's body, the billowing power was incomparably vast, holding the Heaven Devouring Divine Sword in his hand, the billowing sword's elemental power oscillated endlessly on the Heaven Devouring Divine Sword.

At this moment, Mo Wentian's aura was extremely terrifying.

"Surrender?"

"die?"

Muttering to himself, Patriarch Bing's expression instantly became extremely ugly.

Mo Wentian, that's really too arrogant!

It's fine to kill so many strong men of his demon clan, and it's fine to subdue his elder disciples of the demon clan, but now he still wants to subdue him!

This simply didn't put him in the eyes, and didn't put the entire Demon Race in the eyes.

"Mo Wentian, don't bully people too much!"

"My demon clan surrenders to Lord Beast Master. If you kill us, Lord Beast Master will definitely not let you go!"

Seemingly remembering something, Patriarch Bing's eyes flashed coldly, and he shouted sharply.

"Beast master?"

"The Emperor is waiting for him!"

Mo Wentian's voice was extremely cold.

Beast Lord?

Even if the beast owner doesn't come to him, Mo Wentian will go to the beast owner sooner or later!

Mo Wentian hasn't settled the account with him in Sword God Continent yet!

If the beast owner came to him on his own initiative, it would have saved Mo Wentian a lot of trouble!

"This kid Mo Wentian is simply too arrogant, Beast Master, he is the peak powerhouse in the ancient ruins!"

"It is rumored that Lord Beast Master's cultivation has already surpassed the realm of the Heavenly King, and reached the level of the terrifying Emperor. Mo Wentian is only the perfect cultivation of the Heavenly King. In his eyes, he does not see the slightest fear at all!"

"Arrogance will always have to pay for arrogance!"

"In the ancient ruins, there will definitely be a good show in the near future!"

...

Looking at Mo Wentian who was unparalleled in the void, everyone's eyes were filled with anticipation.

They are looking forward to, looking forward to the battle between Mo Wentian and the beast master, the most peak duel in this ancient relic!