Lingxiao Palace is in chaos, and the people of the immortal world are fighting a fierce battle with the rebel forces brought by Emperor Xun.
Although both sides were fighting, the real masters, such as Di Ming and a group of powerful immortals, had not yet taken action.
Their eyes were sharp as torches as they quietly observed the battle situation, waiting for the demon army behind Di Xun to reveal its true face.
They didn't take the mob brought by Di Xun seriously at all.
In their view, these people are just clowns who can't cause any big waves.
At this time, Di Xun suddenly left the main battlefield and went straight to Song Jiao's location with a cold look.
He raised his sword high, and stabbed towards Song Jiao with anger and ambition in his heart.
Su Lan was shocked when she saw this and was about to rush over to protect Song Jiao, but was stopped by Di Ming.
Di Ming's face was calm. He comforted Su Lan softly, "This is just a fight between children. We adults should not get involved."
"But..." Su Lan had only said two words when she suddenly remembered that Di Xun was beaten into a pig's head by Song Jiao. She couldn't help laughing and swallowed the words that were about to come out of her mouth.
It really seems like there's nothing to worry about.
At the same time, Di Xun had approached Song Jiao.
However, facing Di Xun's fierce attack, Song Jiao appeared unusually calm.
Although Song Jiao is only four years old, she is surprisingly agile.
Under Di Xun's attack, she dodged as nimbly as a small squirrel, easily avoiding Di Xun's attack every time.
As she jumped lightly, she didn't forget to taunt Di Xun: "Didn't you eat? Why do you have no strength?"
Di Xun was so embarrassed by the ridicule of this four-year-old girl that he immediately lost his composure.
He increased the tempo of his attacks, trying to catch Song Jiao, but she cleverly escaped every time.
"Too slow, you're really too weak," Song Jiao chuckled, dodging the attacks while grabbing snacks from the table next to her and putting them into her mouth. "Have you been practicing all these years to peek at Yun Qing taking a bath?"
Di Xun was completely enraged. He felt that his dignity had been trampled upon by this little girl.
He stopped attacking, took out a pill from his arms and swallowed it without hesitation.
A dazzling golden light immediately appeared all over his body, as if he was blessed by divine power.
Seeing this scene, Song Jiao was shocked. He was about to transform into a Super Saiyan.
The golden light on Di Xun's body became brighter and brighter, his strength seemed to increase dramatically in a short period of time, and his eyes flashed with flames of anger and ambition.
He rushed towards Song Jiao again, and every swing of his sword was like thunder.
However, Song Jiao still maintained her relaxed look. Her figure was as elusive as catkins in the wind, and she always managed to avoid Di Xun's attacks at the critical moment.
Even in between dodging, she could find time to take another bite of pastry, as if all this was just a child's play to her.
"It seems that the pill you took wasn't a big deal after all," Song Jiao said with a smile, "Do you think it wasn't worth the money?"
Di Xun was filled with rage at this moment. He had been repeatedly provoked by this little girl and had reached the point where he could no longer tolerate it.
He gathered all his strength, ready to deliver his strongest blow.
At this moment, Song Jiao suddenly stopped dodging. She stood still and looked at Di Xun with a teasing look, as if to say, "Is this all you have?"
Di Xun was completely enraged by this contemptuous attitude. He swung his sword towards Song Jiao, but only a shadow remained.
It turned out that the moment he made his move, Song Jiao had already moved behind him at lightning speed.
"It seems you need more practice," Song Jiao said with a smile, "How can you fight me with such speed?"
Di Xun had lost his mind at this moment. He attacked frantically, but each time he could only hit Song Jiao's afterimage.
Seeing that Di Xun was already out of breath and his strength was obviously at its limit, Song Jiao finished the last piece of cake in her hand, and then casually picked up the magic sword that had fallen to the ground.
Her small hands could not yet hold the hilt of the sword, but she waved the magical sword in a seemingly casual manner, as if the sword was a part of her body.
"Come, let me teach you what cultivation is and how to use a sword." Song Jiao's tone was filled with innate confidence and arrogance.
Her tiny body was not even as tall as the sword, but the sword seemed alive in her hand, dancing with an indescribable agility and grace.
She simply raised her hand and waved it casually, and a sharp sword energy flew out.
Di Xun subconsciously raised the broken sword in his hand to resist, but the sword energy was too strong, and the sword in his hand broke into two pieces in an instant.
At the same time, Di Xun's body involuntarily took several steps back, his face full of astonishment and unwillingness.
Song Jiao stood there and sighed, "You can't even handle the initial sword energy, you can't do it!"
Since the sword was broken, Di Xun decided to fight hand-to-hand. He clenched his fists and rushed towards Song Jiao.
However, physical combat happens to be Song Jiao's favorite method.
A sickly smile appeared on her face, as if she had found new joy.
She raised her fist, gathered all her strength into her fist, and punched Di Xun fiercely.
Each punch contained amazing power, forcing Di Xun to retreat step by step.
Su Lan was stunned watching from the side. She had never seen her daughter so powerful before. She couldn't help but murmur, "Could this be the legendary Pegasus Meteor Fist?"
Song Jiao became more and more excited during the battle, and her laughter gradually became a little perverted, revealing an almost crazy joy.
She seemed to enjoy the pleasure of hitting Di Xun every time. Even though Di Xun had been beaten into a pig's head with bruises on his face, she had no intention of stopping. Instead, she attacked even more fiercely.
The fierce fight finally stopped when it gradually darkened.
At this time, outside the hall, the mocking voice of the Demon Lord was heard. The voice echoed in the silent night, carrying a sense of ridicule and contempt.
"Today is truly a good day," the Demon Lord said. "From today on, the Immortal Realm will belong to our Demon Realm."
Song Jiao knew that the show was about to begin, so she kicked Di Xun, who was already lying on the ground, to the door of the hall.
Then, she looked at Di Xun with a smile, an expression of almost cruel joy on her face.
"Hurry and take a look," Song Jiao pointed outside the hall and said, "Your sister Yunqing is with the Demon Lord right now! She's from the Demon Realm. She killed your mother and your father too! And yet you still treat her like a treasure and love her? You listen to her in everything!"
Di Xun struggled to raise his head and looked outside. He saw Yun Qingzheng standing with the Demon Lord, with a strange smile on her face.
This scene made Di Xun feel heartbroken, and his worldview completely collapsed at this moment.
Yun Qing looked at Di Xun, his eyes full of hatred, "Who cares about his liking? I'm just a stink bug, how can I be worthy of liking you?"
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