Chapter 943 Two Choices

"What have you done?"

"It's just a group of ants. This emperor just makes them submit to be my dog!"

The corner of Mo Wentian's mouth curled up into an evil smile, but his face was full of cold and haughty expressions.

"Your dog?"

"Mo Wentian, you are so arrogant. You dare to subdue my disciple of the beast clan. I think you don't want to live!"

Hearing Mo Wentian's extremely arrogant words, a terrifying murderous intent rose in Qi Yun's eyes.

"Boss, I can't wait to court death when I see this kid, if that's the case, then let me help him!"

At this moment, Xiao Jiao's figure flashed and appeared directly beside Mo Wentian, looking at Qi Yun with a fierce look on his face.

"Kill him?"

"Don't worry, it won't be too late to kill that person together!"

Mo Wentian's eyes looked at the void in the distance, the corner of his mouth slightly grinned, and he said with an evil smile on his face.

"That person?"

"Boss, who is that person referring to?"

Hearing this, Xiaojiao's eyes were full of doubts, and he couldn't help asking.

"You'll find out soon!"

Mo Wentian's eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth became more intense.

"Mo Wentian, my young master is here, why don't you hurry up and release my disciples of the beast clan."

The next moment, as if thinking of something, Qi Yun's eyes flashed coldly, and he said in a cold voice.

"Release these ants of your orc clan?"

"Boy, are you negotiating terms with this emperor?"

Mo Wentian looked at Qi Yun in front of him, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and his voice was extremely cold.

"Mo Wentian, this young master is not negotiating terms with you, but if you are sensible, you will release my disciple of the beast clan immediately!"

"otherwise……"

Qi Yun's eyes instantly became gloomy and cold, and the deep voice was even more gloomy.

"Otherwise what?"

Mo Wentian blurted out almost subconsciously.

"Otherwise, today is the day when you, Mo Wentian, will die, and it will also be the day when your Heaven-eating God Kingdom will perish!"

Qi Yun looked at Mo Wentian, clenched his hands into fists, and his eyes were filled with a terrifying killing intent.

"When will I die?"

"The day when I devour the kingdom of God?"

"Hahaha……"

Hearing Qi Yun's extremely arrogant words, Mo Wentian suddenly laughed arrogantly.

Behind Mo Wentian, the other disciples of the Heaven Devouring Kingdom also laughed wildly along with Mo Wentian.

It was as if they had just heard the funniest joke in the world.

But this smile fell on Qi Yun's ears, but it was extremely piercing.

"Mo Wentian, what are you laughing at?"

"This young master wants to kill you and destroy your Heaven Devouring God Kingdom, yet you can still laugh. Are you scared stupid by this young master?"

Seeing Mo Wentian's incomparably arrogant laugh, Qi Yun clenched his fist even more tightly until his joints turned white.

But in the next moment, as if thinking of something, Qi Yun let out a long breath, then looked at Mo Wentian and said with a sneer.

"That's right, Mo Wentian was frightened into a fool by Senior Brother Qi Yun!"

"If I hadn't been frightened, how could I have laughed so happily when I heard that others were going to kill me!"

"It seems that the rumors about this kid Mo Wentian cannot be believed."

...

A group of orc disciples, hearing Qi Yun's words, quickly echoed.

What's more, among them, some disciples laughed contemptuously at Mo Wentian and others.

It was as if Mo Wentian was so ridiculous in their eyes.

"A group of ignorant people, really pitiful!"

Xiaojiao looked at the disciple of the beast clan, took a deep breath, shook his head and said.

"Little bastard, do you know why the Emperor is smiling?"

The next moment, the sneer on Mo Wentian's face subsided slightly, looked at Qi Yun, and said coldly.

"why are you laughing?"

"It's just that I was frightened by my young master's talent!"

Mo Wentian's voice came from next to his ear, Qi Yun didn't take it seriously at all, and the disdainful smile on his face grew a little more.

If he knew, all the strong men sent by his orcs would have died in his hands.

I really don't know, what about Qi Yun's expression?

"Are you stupid?"

"It's really pathetic for an ignorant person. You want to scare our emperor with your late stage cultivation?"

"Let's not talk about the emperor, even if it is any of my disciples from the Heaven Devouring Kingdom, it is impossible to be frightened by your ant-like cultivation base."

Hearing Qi Yun's arrogant words, behind Mo Wentian, the figure of Binglong flashed, looking at Qi Yun with a fierce look on his face.

"A little loach dares to come out and speak, I think you are looking for death!"

Qi Yun looked at the ice dragon in front of him, and there was a killing intent in his eyes.

The cultivation level of the ice dragon has reached the early stage of the emperor, which cannot be seen by Qi Yun in the late stage of the emperor.

It's just that the aura of the ice dragon is very dull, and the ice dragon has transformed into a small snake with a whole body smaller than the little jiao, Qi Yun's appearance is even more in his eyes.

"court death?"

"Emperor, let me take action and kill this kid!"

When did Binglong suffer such humiliation, turned his head, looked at Mo Wentian, and said in a deep voice.

"Ice Dragon, step back!"

"How to deal with this little bastard, the emperor has his own arrangements."

Before Mo Wentian could speak, Xiaojiao's indifferent voice came.

"Yes, Lord Dragon King!"

Hearing this, Binglong didn't hesitate at all, and replied respectfully, then his figure flickered, and he retreated directly.

"Qi Yun, this emperor's people are not something a bastard like you can kill!"

"I don't want to talk nonsense with you anymore, I will give you two choices."

"Send someone to go back to the Beast Clan, and ask that old bastard of your Beast Master to prepare 100,000 strains of fourth-level elixir, 10,000 pieces of king-level early-stage artifacts, and 1,000 pieces of mid-stage artifacts for this emperor!"

"In addition, you have another choice, and that is that you all die here today!"

The next moment, Mo Wentian seemed to think of something, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said in a cold voice.

"100,000 fourth-level elixirs? 10,000 early king-level artifacts? One thousand mid-stage artifacts?"

"Mo Wentian is too arrogant. Among the orc clan, only 50,000 pieces of King-level early-stage artifacts have been refined, and he wants 10,000 pieces?"

"Also, one thousand middle-stage king-level artifacts and one hundred thousand fourth-level elixir? Is that a fourth-level elixir?"

"I think Mo Wentian is crazy about the resources of our orc clan!"

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As soon as Mo Wentian said these words, a group of disciples of the orc race immediately started discussing.

On their faces, the disdain and wild laughter just now disappeared completely, replaced by frowns.

"Mo Wentian, you are nothing more than an ant in the realm of Tianjun's perfection!"

"In front of this young master, the late king of heaven, you dare to raise such a condition? You are courting death!"

Qi Yun looked at Mo Wentian, the killing intent in his eyes became more and more intense.

That appearance, as if he was about to attack Mo Wentian in the next moment.