Chapter 908

"That's right, isn't this bet already made before?"

"Is Patriarch Bing not wanting to fulfill his words?"

"People from the Demon Race are really notorious for being shameless! They don't even want to admit to things they have agreed to before!"

"The people of the Demon Race really don't have the slightest credibility at all. In the future, for the disciples of the Demon Race, we should take a detour if we see them!"

...

Hearing Xiaojiao's words, one after another figure looked at Patriarch Bing with contempt in their eyes.

"You little reptile, me and your master, where do you have the right to talk!"

The voices of discussion came from the ears, Patriarch Bing looked at Xiao Jiao, and a murderous intent suddenly rose in his eyes.

"Old miscellaneous, it seems that I will not teach you a lesson, your little grandfather, you don't know how powerful your little grandfather is!"

Hearing that little reptile, Xiao Jiao's eyes suddenly turned cold.

That appearance, as if the next moment, it is about to turn into a dragon and rush towards the ice patriarch.

"Little Jiao, step back!"

At this moment, Mo Wentian's cold voice suddenly came.

"Boss, let me teach him a lesson!"

In Xiaojiao's eyes, a fearful fighting spirit rose, and the ice-cold voice was full of strength.

"Back off!"

Seeing that Xiao Jiao refused to back down, Mo Wentian's voice became colder and colder.

"Boss..."

Seeing Mo Wentian's extremely serious expression, Xiaojiao opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"Old bastard, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you!"

"Those who don't submit to this emperor have only one end, and that is death!"

The next moment, Mo Wentian looked at the Bing Patriarch in front of him, and a terrifying killing intent rose in his eyes.

The Heaven Devouring Divine Sword was trembling in his hands at this moment, and then he struck out directly with the sword, beheading towards Patriarch Bing.

The billowing power burst forth vastly, and the void was directly shattered.

"this……"

"This is impossible?"

Seeing Mo Wentian's sword slashing towards him, Patriarch Bing only felt the breath of death coming towards him, his eyes were full of fear.

At this moment, he had forgotten that he was a strong man in the late stage of the Heavenly King, while Mo Wentian on the opposite side was just a warrior in the realm of the Perfection of the Heavenly King.

"Crack..."

"Crack..."

There was a sound of ice shattering, and Mo Wentian approached him more and more.

"die!"

With a cold shout, Mo Wentian slashed directly towards the top of Bing Patriarch's head with his sword.

But when Mo Wentian's sword came down, Patriarch Bing's expression changed instantly.

"I surrender!"

"I surrender, don't kill me!"

Amidst the astonished expressions of countless people, Patriarch Bing knelt on the ground, begging for mercy repeatedly.

"Oh my god? I read it right, right! The dignified ancestor Bing of the Demon Race actually knelt on the ground and begged Mo Wentian for mercy?"

"If this gets out, it will be an excellent joke!"

"The people of the Demon Race are really shameless, he is the grand ancestor of the Demon Race!"

"The Demon Race seems to be really finished!"

...

Seeing Patriarch Bing kneel down towards Mo Wentian, the pupils of countless warriors instantly widened, filled with disbelief.

"With such a heart, he can become the ancestor of the demon clan. It seems that the demon clan is really rubbish!"

Hearing this, the Heaven Devouring Divine Sword in Mo Wentian's hand stopped, looking at the Bing Patriarch in front of him, Mo Wentian's eyes showed boundless contempt.

"Master, I am willing to be your dog!"

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

Seeing the Heaven Devouring Divine Sword stop in Mo Wentian's hand, Patriarch Bing reached out to wipe the bean-sized beads of sweat on his forehead, begging for mercy again.

It seemed that he was afraid that Mo Wentian would change his mind and kill him.

"What this emperor wants is not you, an old bastard, to submit to you, but also your demon disciples, all of them must submit to this emperor's feet!"

The cold voice resounded throughout the void, and Mo Wentian's eyes were even more cold and arrogant.

"I surrender, all the disciples of my demon clan surrender!"

"As long as you give me time, all the disciples of the Demon Race will surely submit to the master's feet!"

Hearing Mo Wentian's words, Patriarch Bing did not hesitate at all, and said swearingly.

"Since this is the case, then this emperor is not unreasonable and does not keep his word!"

"As long as you abide by the bet, the emperor will naturally not make things difficult for you!"

Hearing this, Mo Wentian grinned slightly, and a wicked smile spread from the corner of his mouth.

The smiling young man looked nothing like the domineering and cold warrior just now.

"This kid Mo Wentian is really too arrogant and cunning!"

"You're right, looking at that boy Mo Wentian's expression, no matter how I look at it, it looks like Patriarch Bing has been fooled. It seems that Mo Wentian planned all of this!"

"If this is really the case, this kid's city mansion is too deep!"

"This kid is simply a talent. Not only is his cultivation base terrifying and boundless, but even the city mansion is extremely terrifying!"

...

Looking at the figure of the smiling young man, everyone's eyes widened.

In the next moment, when he came back to his senses, he started talking even more.

"Thank you, master!"

"Thank you, master!"

Seeing that Mo Wentian promised not to kill him, a gleam flashed in the depths of Patriarch Bing's eyes.

"By the way, you just said that you are willing to be the emperor's dog!"

"I've been wanting to hear a dog bark for a long time, let me bark twice to let me hear!"

Suddenly, Mo Wentian's eyes lit up with a strange light, he coughed lightly, looked at Patriarch Bing, and said in a deep voice.

"Dog barking?"

For a moment, Patriarch Bing thought he heard it wrong.

He had seen Mo Wentian's arrogance before, but he never thought that Mo Wentian was so arrogant!

"Like a dog bark? Mo Wentian is too arrogant, isn't he? Ice Patriarch has already voluntarily surrendered, and he even proposed such a condition. This is simply slapping Patriarch Bing in the face!"

"Ancestor Bing is a warrior in the late stage of the Heavenly King. I really don't understand why he has to submit to an ant in the realm of the Heavenly King with his cultivation strength!"

"It's nothing more than surrender, but now I'm being asked to bark like a dog!"

"Is Patriarch Bing calling, or not calling?"

"Where Mo Wentian is, there is a good show to watch!"

...

Hearing this, everyone's expressions changed again, and the crowd exploded in an instant.

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

In Patriarch Bing's eyes, there was a flash of coldness, he looked at Mo Wentian, and said in a gloomy way.

"You don't call?"

"Okay, old dog Lu Yuan, you bark twice to let me hear!"

The arc of Mo Wentian's mouth became more intense, and then he turned his eyes to Lu Yuan, the great elder of the demon clan who was kneeling on the ground, trembling, with a dull face.

"Old dog, what are you still doing?"

"Hurry up!"

"Boss let you learn how to bark, it's your honor, hurry up!"

Looking at the stunned Lu Yuan, Xiao Jiao's cold voice sounded.