Song Wanníng's expression remained unchanged. She suddenly lifted her hand and pushed Bai Yang out of the way.
In the next moment, the golden sword broke free, and the Shenyou Mystic Flame burst from her sea of consciousness, both rushing toward Feng Jinchuan.
The golden sword transformed into a mighty dragon, infused with the profound realm of sword Dao, charging fiercely at Feng Jinchuan.
Meanwhile, the Shenyou Mystic Flame scattered into countless sharp-edged snowflakes, leaving no corner untouched as it swept tightly around Feng Jinchuan.
Feng Jinchuan was Song Wanníng's greatest enemy and had to be restrained first.
Song Wanníng's gaze then shifted to the two attackers flying toward her. A mocking smile curled at the corner of her lips.
"Just you two? You want to kill me? You really think numbers guarantee victory? Killing you is as simple as slicing vegetables."
Her arrogance was absolute, spoken so casually that it ignited the fury burning in the two attackers' hearts.
Overcome with rage, they lost all reason and roared as they charged at Song Wanníng.
She watched coldly, then suddenly stepped forward with a swift kick. A flash of golden light exploded out from beneath her foot, spreading so fast no one could react in time.
By the time one of them noticed, it was too late. Wrapped in golden light, he instantly lost focus. In the next instant, Song Wanníng's longsword slashed down with ruthless precision.
Just one strike.
The man was split clean in two.
His Yuányīng screamed in agony and was destroyed under that single slash.
The speed shocked everyone around.
Luckily, he was positioned slightly behind the others; otherwise, he would have died too. His scalp tingled with fear as he quickly retreated, his earlier arrogance completely gone. An instant kill on a Divine Transformation cultivator right after meeting—was she really just Divine Transformation?
What was that technique she just used?
So sinister and terrifying.
Nearby, Feng Jinchuan was held back by the Shenyou Mystic Flame and the golden sword, forced to retreat over ten meters before stopping.
Every movement sent sharp pain through his wounds. The greatest threat was the strange flame targeting his Primordial Soul. His spiritual power was already drained, and further damage could shatter his defense soon.
A simple exchange lasted only a breath of time.
Another elder fell.
Feng Jinchuan and the remaining elder's faces darkened.
Who had taught her these techniques? All targeted at the Primordial Soul.
These moves were the deadliest, especially for Divine Transformation cultivators.
The three hovered in the air, none making a move. They silently gathered strength, but the situation was grim. Feng Jinchuan and the other elder had exhausted all their pills, their spiritual power fragile after days of torment. Meanwhile, Song Wanníng remained in peak condition.
Feng Jinchuan's mind raced. If he could not kill Song Wanníng, escaping first was an option. As the saying went, as long as the green hills remain, there will be firewood to burn. As long as they lived, Song Wanníng would die by his hand.
The elder shared the same thought, secretly transmitting a plan to Feng Jinchuan—once the fight started, each would run in a different direction.
Song Wanníng noticed the elder's strange look and smirked.
"Since you're here, stay together. Your brothers and sisters are waiting to reunite with you!"
She raised her longsword, aiming at the two.
The elder's chest ached with anger at her arrogance. "Don't get cocky. Using these dirty tricks means you'll never ascend in this lifetime!"
"Whether I ascend or not is none of your concern. You should worry about yourself." With that, Song Wanníng lifted her sword and charged again.
As the sword swung, a piercing cry echoed through the sky.
A fiery phoenix descended rapidly, striking toward the two elders.
At the same time, the golden sword and Shenyou Mystic Flame unleashed their full power in attack.
Feng Jinchuan's expression changed slightly. He carefully eyed the phoenix, growing even more wary of Song Wanníng.
Without hesitation, he chose to flee south.
The other elder, intimidated by the phoenix's overwhelming presence, instinctively fled north.
As planned, one escape was better than none.
"Trying to run?"
Song Wanníng sneered, standing firm in midair, watching them fly away without moving to stop them.
Suddenly, danger!
Feng Jinchuan and the elder sensed something wrong at the same time.
In the next moment, a formation sprang up around them, trapping the two once again.
This was not the Nine-Cycle Soul Devouring Formation, but it was enough to imprison Divine Transformation cultivators—one previously researched by Yu Cheng.
Song Wanníng had prepared everything carefully, having Yu Cheng figure out how to carve the formation onto the formation disk.
Yu Cheng never refused her requests, even after breaking over a hundred disks. Finally, the perfected disk was sent to the Song family.
Now it was finally useful.
"Heh, it looks like today you want to fight to the death."
With no way to escape, the elder calmed down.
Together, they might still be able to kill Song Wanníng.
Feng Jinchuan's face darkened as he stopped and turned.
"I underestimated you. Who exactly are you?"
He was curious. Who in the Song family was this?
Not only was her cultivation profound, but her methods were sharp and unpredictable—a true prodigy.
"I'm someone you don't know."
Song Wanníng gripped her sword tightly, her voice cold.
"You're going to die anyway, aren't you?"
Her tone dripped with sarcasm, igniting Feng Jinchuan's fury.
"Hmph. The method to awaken the dragon vein is in my hands. Are you willing to give it up so easily?"
His only leverage now was that secret. If it could hold Song Wanníng back even briefly, it would buy them time to recover.
Unexpectedly, Song Wanníng tilted her head.
"Do you know how I entered the Secluded Land?"
Her smile was gentle and calm, yet it sent chills down the spine.
How did she enter?
Of course, it was after soul-searching Feng Youming.
Feng Jinchuan's face darkened even further. She was trying to soul-search him too?
"Don't even think about it. Even if I have to self-destruct my Primordial Soul, I won't give you that chance!"
He glared at Song Wanníng, feeling her arrogance was unbearable. From a young age, his cultivation had been smooth. Gifted and hardworking, he had early taken the position of Feng family Patriarch.
No one had dared challenge him like this before. Even in the outside world, everyone treated him with respect.
Several families had even eagerly sought cooperation with him. Now someone dared to talk about soul-searching him—it was the height of absurdity.
"Hiss, self-destruct? Fine. If you self-destruct, that secret stays safe."