Song Qingyun and Song Huai's pupils contracted sharply, a ruthless gleam flashing through their eyes.
These people came fast.
"Song family disciples, listen to my order! Retreat immediately!"
Song Qingyun issued the command, demanding the disciples in the courtyard evacuate quickly.
These families were here for the treasure. Even if the disciples fled, no one would bother chasing after them. So when the Song family disciples escaped through another gate, no one paid them any mind.
Everyone was charging into the courtyard with all their strength, each wanting to be the first to snatch the dragon.
Boom—
Four or five Divine Transformation cultivators launched an attack at the courtyard from above. The Divine Transformation cultivators who had been dueling Song Qingyun and the others quickly ascended as well, all targeting the formation.
Once the formation was broken, all of Song family's secrets would be exposed.
"Stop right there!"
Song Qingyun and the others' hearts sank. Though prepared, facing so many Divine Transformation cultivators, the formation wouldn't last long.
If they allowed these intruders to disturb Wanníng, it would be a disaster.
Song Huai's eyes hardened as he charged up again, ready to fight multiple opponents alone to stop them.
Song Qingyun, Mu Yuan, and Elder Wu exchanged glances before following him up.
The four of them united, determined to block the invaders at all costs.
"Hahaha, Song Qingyun, stop your pointless struggle and get lost!"
"You four think you can stop us? What a foolish dream!"
"Yeah, clear out or don't blame us for being ruthless!"
The Divine Transformation cultivators shouted arrogantly while attacking Song Qingyun and the others.
Around a dozen Divine Transformation cultivators attacking four people? That was pure fantasy.
With a few strikes, the four were blasted backward one after another.
He family patriarch fought below alongside Song family's Nascent Soul cultivators.
The Song family's situation was dire.
No matter Divine Transformation or Nascent Soul cultivators, they were heavily outnumbered.
Soon, many were injured and clearly unable to hold the line. Yet those stubborn fighters refused to budge even when wounded.
They stood firm in front of the main gate.
Song Qingyun and his group landed one after another, quickly wiping blood from their faces before ascending back into the air.
"Today, if you want to get in, you'll have to step over our dead bodies first!"
With that, the four launched another desperate attack.
The disciples who had fled could no longer hold back. Roaring in anger, they charged back toward the cultivators outside the gate.
Maybe their strength was lacking, but as long as they fought united, they could cause some obstacles. They all knew the young miss was inside, doing something extremely important.
The whole family was protecting her, and naturally, they wouldn't be exceptions.
"Charge! Kill these wolves and beasts!"
"Charge! Charge!"
"Damn bastards, fight them all!"
The disciples charged wildly.
Onlookers watching the chaos couldn't help but reveal shock in their eyes.
Knowing full well this was a death wish, these disciples still threw themselves in recklessly. Such courage was admirable. If it were them, they might not have had the heart to do so.
After all, the enemies were Nascent Soul cultivators who could kill with a single strike.
Boom—
An explosion rocked the Song family courtyard, a mushroom cloud rising as a violent hurricane swept the area, whipping everyone's robes and destabilizing their stance.
The blast's force flung the Divine Transformation cultivators back at least ten meters before they finally stopped.
Song Qingyun and the others had blood at the corners of their mouths, their eyes burning with killing intent.
The opposing group looked arrogant, eyes filled with scorn.
"Song Qingyun, are you really prepared to bury yourselves here? If you don't clear out, don't blame us for going all out!"
Killing a Divine Transformation cultivator was no easy task.
Though they shared the same goal, each had their own schemes. No one wanted to waste spirit energy killing a few opponents only to have someone else snatch the treasure first.
Song Qingyun understood this, which was why he kept trying to delay.
Clutching his chest, he began coughing violently, his whole body trembling in pain, yet his resolve did not waver.
"You won't get your way!"
A ruthless gleam flashed in Song Qingyun's eyes as he prepared to attack again.
From below came the shout of the He family patriarch.
"Song Qingyun, if you keep resisting stubbornly, don't blame us for slaughtering them all!"
He led a group that surrounded the Song disciples.
Dozens of disciples were heavily injured, collapsed on the ground, unable to stand.
Song Qingyun glanced down, killing intent flooding his eyes as he locked on the He family patriarch.
This person actually used the lives of those disciples as a threat to force surrender?
How despicable!
"They're just low-level disciples. You, a Yuányīng Zhēnjūn, aren't afraid of being despised by the world?"
Song Qingyun and the others' throats burned with anger, never expecting the He family patriarch to stoop this low.
The He family patriarch snorted coldly.
"Hmph, Song Qingyun, don't use your moral nonsense to fool me. We suspect your Song family of damaging the cultivation world. If you continue to resist, the ones despised by the world will be you!"
They simply could not wait any longer.
But those damned Song family had some formation no one knew about, making it impossible to break through after so long.
Every time the formation looked like it was about to collapse, it would stabilize again, frustrating them immensely.
Now, to enter the courtyard, any means was acceptable.
Other family patriarchs stayed silent, letting the He family patriarch play the villain.
But their stance was clear: if the Song family refused to yield, they wouldn't hesitate to attack even the low-level disciples.
High above, an Ancestor of the Ning family raised his eyelids and said to Song Qingyun, "Either step aside."
"Or they die."
"Make your choice."
A determined smile curved his lips.
With a single wave, he could turn these disciples into mince.
Against so many, the four could not hold out.
"Patriarch, don't worry about us. We aren't afraid to die!"
Suddenly, a Song family disciple shouted loudly.
Once one spoke, the others followed.
"Patriarch, we aren't afraid to die!"
"You can't make us back down!"
"For the Song family, dying is worth it!"
"Yes! If you have the guts, kill us all! None of us Song family members are cowards!"
"Patriarch, avenge us! Kill these dogs for us!"
"Patriarch, tell the young miss we do not regret this!"