When Mo Sihai transformed, Zhang Xing's eyes revealed a strange look.
"He looks like a Great Devil, but his aura is different.
His body is surrounded by black fog, and his eyes are black. He doesn't have a strong bloodthirsty aura.
However, he's more evil and terrifying than a Great Devil or a Dark Creature!
"Especially his eyes. They make people feel as if they have fallen into a black hole in the universe!"
Then, Mo Sihai's third slash came.
Zhang Xing threw out three punches in an instant.
Star Destroyer!
Star Destroyer!
Star Destroyer!
Boom! Boom!
Three punches against three slashes!
Three huge energy ripples shone in the sky!
The three forces below, as well as the orcs in Prince Nan's residence, watched this scene nervously.
After a while …
The demons heaved a sigh of relief.
Their Grand Ancestor was still as steady as a mountain!
Although the other two forces also relaxed, they still felt a little regretful.
The orcs cheered when they saw that their Lord was unscathed.
"This should be your strongest cultivation technique, right?"
Zhang Xing nodded slightly.
Mo Sihai could withstand his three punches without retreating. This meant that Mo Sihai was much stronger than before.
"Humph!
Didn't you use your strongest technique? "
Mo Sihai's arms were numb, and he tried to stop himself from trembling.
At this moment, he was extremely shocked by Zhang Xing's strength.
Mo Sihai was stronger than Mo Sihai. It was as if there was no end to it.
"Who said I used my strongest technique?
Fist techniques are just one of them. "
Zhang Xing said.
"Keep bragging!"
Mo Sihai curled his lips and cursed in his heart.
However, he let out a cold snort.
"Humph!
If you can withstand my last attack, I'll immediately surrender and retreat to the West. I'll never set foot in the Southern Continent again! "
"Oh?
Demon Lord, you're so calculative. Seeing that you can't take advantage of me, you want to find a way out for yourself?
Do you think I'm an idiot? "
Zhang Xing said coldly.
"Why don't you tell me what you want? I can accept it."
Mo Si Hai's scheme was exposed in front of everyone, but his expression did not change. He immediately came up with another set of excuses.
The script had been prepared a long time ago. After so many years, he was already familiar with it.
If Zhang Xing came up with any harsh conditions, he would agree to all of them.
Let's retreat first.
If there were only him and Zhang Xing here, it wouldn't matter if they fought with their lives on the line.
However, Demon Shisan and the North Thearch were still around.
He couldn't die!
"My condition is very simple. The demon race must submit to me, Zhang Xing.
The Devil King must die! "
Mo Sihai guessed the first sentence correctly, but he didn't expect the second sentence.
"What?
You want my life? "
Mo Sihai's pupils shrank.
He was indeed a vicious and merciless person.
He was playing the game of 'I, the Unique and Sovereign'!
"Zhang Xing, don't force me to perish together with you!
Let's part on good terms. At most, we'll just have to pay tribute to your Southern King.
But it's impossible to take my life. "
This was Mo Sihai's greatest concession.
After all, he was the leader of a race and a king who cared about his reputation.
It was impossible for him to submit so thoroughly.
"Then I have nothing to say.
Take my fist! "
Zhang Xing shook his head and instantly struck out the Nine Forms of Dragon Fist.
At the same time, Mo Sihai, who was slowly recovering his magic power, clenched his teeth and struck out three more times.
He planned to chat with Zhang Xing slowly and then secretly recover his strength.
But Zhang Xing did not give him the chance.
He was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood. He couldn't help but curse in his heart.
"Damn it!"
This kid's wisdom was like a demon's. He wasn't any worse than these old guys.
Where the hell did he learn all these experiences?