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Song Xuejun did not stay any longer. After killing the ninth level Sumeru Stage wolfman, she brazenly charged into the pack of wolfmen like a small raging bull.1

She was petite and her steps were agile, making it difficult for anyone to catch her movements. Her actions were simple, like punching out one after another, but the direction, angle, and technique of her punches were dazzling and incomprehensible.

Furthermore, those who were hit by her skill were all either sent flying far away or hit a group of their comrades. Their bones were all broken and they died on the spot. The most miserable of all were the wolf-men whose bodies were pierced through by her fist due to their inadequate defense.

Her cultivation was at the ninth level of the Xumi Stage, and there was no one here with a higher cultivation level than her.

As for the so called wolfwalker's habit of battling cultivators of the same cultivation level, it was equivalent to half a level above her strength. To her, this was nothing more than a joke.

Her attacks were fierce, her eyes were like a wolf's. Each of her punches and kicks contained unreserved power.

She was indeed a small barbarian cow, because there was no wolfwalker who could block her attacks.

She seemed to be venting her anger.

She was indeed very angry.

On the lair, watching her elder brother sink into the enemy ranks, her cultivators dying in succession while she was unable to set foot onto the battlefield and fight alongside them, she was truly worried. Whenever she wanted to make a move, Cheng Qing would pull her over and knock her unconscious. She was angry, and this continuously accumulated her fighting spirit.

The last time she woke up, she was surprised to find that Cheng Qing was no longer in the car. Surprised, she immediately ran to the fence. He saw that more than half of the city had fallen into the hands of the An Tian Sect, with Cheng Qing in the middle of a bloody battle.

This made Song Xuejun furious.

She wasn't angry that Cheng Qing had knocked her out.

They were angry that they had not been able to stand by their sides in time to fight alongside them and live and die together when they were fighting with each other.

As a cultivator of the Western Paradise, he had the responsibility to protect his family and country from the moment he entered the cultivation world. His greatest glory in life was to rush to the border to fight against the invading army and protect his home.

Right now, countless soldiers and cultivators from the west had already died in the battle outside the city walls in front of Song Xuejun, yet she was still behind them.

So she ran out of the van.

She rushed to the battlefield.

She rushed past Cheng Qing, brazenly launching a fierce attack at the wolfwalker.

She wanted to prove to the soldiers and cultivators that she, Song Xuejun, was just a young girl, but she also had the ability to kill enemies on the battlefield. She could also shoulder the responsibility of protecting her comrades, and she also had the qualifications to win and defend her country!

She still needed to prove to Cheng Qing that she was not a weak girl who needed the protection of others, and could only stay in the back and not enter the battlefield.

Although she was only thirteen years old, she was an outstanding cultivator from the Western Lion Empire. She would also be a qualified soldier on the battlefield!

Cheng Qing didn't know what to do when he saw Song Xuejun charging into the group of wolfwalkers like a crazed beast, charging left and right. Song Xuejun, whom he knew, was always shy and easily blushed. He liked to appear 'normal' when he was with Song Qianshu.

She would often play the role of the little sister next door, quietly and courteously listening to him and Song Qianshu talk about important matters. Unless it was necessary, she would not interrupt, as if she was already satisfied and happy that she wasn't driven away by them.

However, Song Qianshu had recently said that Song Xuejun was a little devil. His battle prowess was formidable and very aggressive. Cheng Qing didn't understand this before because he felt it was impossible. How could this cute girl be related to the little devil?

However, the scene before his eyes made Cheng Qing admit that what Song Qianshu said was the truth.

In the eyes of those wolfwalkers who were continuously being injured, killed, and sent flying, Song Xuejun was definitely a little devil.

Without the slightest hesitation, Cheng Qing advanced with his sword in hand, standing shoulder to shoulder with Song Xuejun.

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