Roar!
Three wind dragons circled in mid-air, resembling a great natural disaster, like three tornadoes, ravaging the land.
After a cacophony of wolf howls and wails, the raging wind gradually subsided.
Su Qingqing stared, mouth agape, at this spectacle.
Bodies of the severed two-headed wolves fell from the sky like meteors, crashing onto the ground.
Throughout, she clutched Song Changming's sleeve, standing alongside him without moving.
Simply relying on his formidable inner qi cultivation, along with overbearing and unrestrained sword qi, Song Changming easily resolved what, to the little girl, seemed a massive crisis.
Only then did Song Changming step forward, approaching the group of severely injured foreigners lying on the ground.
"Which sect or cult do you belong to in the Outer Domain?" Song Changming asked.
"No, no sect or cult, we are wanderers, rose up by relying on Mist Gold Beast Taming..."
