Without another word, the Werewolf took advantage of Guo Dundun's sluggish movements and raked him relentlessly with both sharp claws.
When he was so exhausted he was nearly foaming at the mouth, Guo Dundun chuckled and taunted him. "Tired? Want to take a break?"
Nothing could have cut deeper than those words. To think that a mighty Divine Valor Realm expert like him was merely scratching someone's itch!
"Then it's my turn!"
The moment Guo Dundun finished speaking, he caught his opponent off guard with a right hook that slammed straight into his jaw. That single punch knocked the Werewolf flat. Northern Barbarian or not, Guo Dundun no longer cared. Killing the Werewolf before him was what he wanted most right now.
Then, with another Mountain-Pulling Strength, he hoisted the Werewolf, who was almost as large as himself, overhead. He raised his right leg, drove his knee up, and smashed down with both hands. There came a crack of shattering bone.
He had snapped the Werewolf's spine outright. The savage sight frightened the Northern Barbarians who had been trying to get past him so badly that they all froze in place, not daring to move.
With his spine broken, the light gradually left the Werewolf's eyes, and they dimmed. His powerless limbs dangled. Seeing this, Guo Dundun flung the corpse before the remaining Northern Barbarians and said evenly, "Go back and tell your general that my name is Guo Dundun, and I'm from the Shenzhou Self-Defense Army."
Not a single man in the ten-thousand-strong army dared step forward. Only after Guo Dundun turned away disdainfully and vanished at the end of the main road did anyone run over to help carry General Qin's corpse back.
As for the Northern Barbarians who had already seized the opportunity to slip past Guo