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They had never seen or heard of a god of death like this. Not to mention being unable to reach the peak of the ninth level of the Xumi Stage, even the lower level of the Conviction Realm would find it difficult to achieve such a result on the battlefield.

They were full of respect towards Cheng Qing, so when they saw Cheng Qing slowly losing his strength, they had to charge forward to kill him.

They were very clear that if they allowed this Western Paradise cultivator to live, there would be countless talented geniuses and talents returning to life, and they would all become the ghosts under the sword in his hands.

Boom!" When Cheng Qing raised his sword to block the long saber, a ninth level Sumeru rogue cultivator heavily kicked Cheng Qing's abdomen. Under the shock of the Essence, Cheng Qing was no longer able to stand firm and was forced back a few steps.

Several Sumeru Realm wolfmen took the opportunity to charge forward. Cheng Qing brandished his sword to block their weapons, but he was still unable to defend against the Grade 9 wolf leader's fist that landed on his chest. This time, Cheng Qing couldn't even stand properly and fell straight to the ground.

Before Cheng Qing could put his hands on the ground to steady himself, several axes and sabers fell at the same time.

Taking advantage of his illness to take his life, the wolfwalker would understand this principle.

Cheng Qing was about to be fed by the axe and saber.

"Master!" Behind him, the cultivators of the Tranquil Sky Sect cried out in terror.

All of a sudden, a shadow flashed past Cheng Qing's body. It was so fast that people couldn't see its trajectory, and it was like a ghost.

That figure was unruly, like an iron bull facing the shadow of the axe, and it directly crashed into the pack of wolves that were attacking Cheng Qing. The muffled sound was like the sound of war drums. Several of the wolves actually spat out mouthfuls of blood and were sent flying.

This scene made Cheng Qing, who took advantage of the situation to stand up, suddenly shrink his pupils.

What surprised him was what followed.

The figure didn't slow down in the slightest after colliding with a few Sumeru Realm wolfman. The figure suddenly opened its arms and punched the chest of the ninth level Sumeru Realm wolf hunter. The light from the fist sank into his sunken body!

The sound of the air exploding could not cover up the cracking sound of the broken breastbone. The ninth grade wolfwalker's body stiffened, but he was unable to pull back. He didn't even have the chance to fly backwards to open up some distance. Because his chest had been completely penetrated by the attacker's arm!

A bloody fist emerged from the back of the wolfman. A bloody object flew out from the fist, hit one of the Uighur centurions on the back, and fell to the ground with a thud.

Upon seeing this thing, all of the wolfwalkers' expressions changed. This was because it was actually the heart of a ninth grade wolfwalker!

With a single punch, he had instantly killed a Sumeru Stage Ninth Stage wolfman, and he had used such a brutal and bloody method. Such a fighting style could only be described as crazed — no, it wasn't crazed, it was absolutely crazed!

When the gazes of the wolfwalkers fell on the attackers, amidst their shock and fear, their gazes seemed especially strange, a gaze that was unable to be understood and accepted.

Because at this moment, the assailant who indifferently pushed away the body of the Ninth Wolf Traveller with an Apple face was actually a petite girl with two pigtails on her head!

She had the delicate face of a porcelain doll, as well as crystal-clear, carved features. It seemed as if a mere touch would be able to drip water onto her face. She looked so cute and quick-witted, harmless, that anyone who saw her could not help but feel tender affection for her.

However, her combat prowess and combat style were so powerful that even her opponents felt their teeth go cold.

At this moment, her entire body was covered in a layer of misty green light. It was like a burning flame — it was the light emitted by her spirit armor. On her delicate, white hands, which had been dyed red with blood, was a pair of light black gloves. Her knuckles were protruding and hot blood was dripping from them.

Her magic tool indicated that she was a close-combat cultivator.

This kind of petite and exquisite little girl actually walked the path of melee combat, licking blood on the tip of her blade.

Her gaze was like that of a tiger or wolf, mercilessly sweeping over the wolfwalkers.

Every wolfwalker that she saw couldn't help but tremble, as if they were being stared at by the fiercest and most bloodthirsty of beasts.

A huge question appeared in their minds at the same time.

Who was this little girl?

Cheng Qing knew who she was.

She was the number one genius among Song Zhuo's younger generation.0

In the entire Western Paradise, only one person was at the ninth level of the Xumi Stage.

Her name had long since spread throughout the capital.

She was Song Xuejun.

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