Faced with the covetous gazes around her, Song Wanníng said nothing. She toyed with the long sword in her hand, her eyes deep and filled with mocking amusement.
He Xiao was a strange man—sometimes foolish, yet strangely clever. Since the trouble began, he had stayed close to the He family, never giving her a chance to strike. Now he even knew how to pass the blame to others. But if he was clever, sometimes he just didn't get it...
It made him look quite ridiculous.
In the end, it was all overconfidence.
People who have long held high positions often develop illusions about themselves, believing they are the smartest and most capable.
Song Wanníng's gaze met He Xiao's.
"Song Wanníng, hand over the treasure quickly. It belongs to everyone here. So many of us have come across it already, are you going to keep it all to yourself?"
A gleam of sharpness flashed in He Xiao's eyes. What had started as a casual insult suddenly felt more real. The treasure might actually be with Song Wanníng.
This bitch was mysterious. The commotion was probably her doing.
"Yes, Song Wanníng, hand it over. We could even spare the Song family. Or do you really want to see the innocent disciples of the Song family die and be cast out of the top families?"
The He family patriarch immediately supported his brother, greed shining in his eyes. A sneer lifted his lips as he already pictured the Song family collapsing, filling him with delight.
Seeing the two brothers rush forward as cannon fodder, the others from the three great families said nothing, focusing all their dangerous gazes on Song Wanníng.
But a divine light shielded her, blocking their divine senses.
More than ten Divine Transformation cultivators around her were visibly displeased, but then they thought, no matter what the treasure was, they would grab it first.
"Tsk, you guessed it all? How clever of you."
Song Wanníng finally spoke, arching an eyebrow with a playful air as she looked at the two He brothers. A trace of wickedness flashed in her eyes. Her gaze swept over the surrounding people. Since they all wanted the treasure so badly, she would give them a good show.
As long as she held the moral high ground, killing more was no problem.
She suddenly smiled, the curve of her lips sending chills down spines.
He Xiao instinctively frowned, wondering what trick this bitch was up to by admitting it so openly.
No sooner had the thought appeared than Song Wanníng flicked her finger.
A spiritual little dragon appeared on her fingertip, roaring toward He Xiao.
Instantly, a fierce pressure washed over him.
He Xiao's face lit up when he saw the dragon, but before he could react, the pressure threw him flying.
Boom—
He crashed violently into a nearby house, leaving a dent in the wall.
Pfft—
His organs shattered, he lay motionless inside the building.
The little dragon snorted coldly, then exhaled two streams of thick spirit energy, looking irresistibly cute.
The scene fell into deep silence.
Song Qingyun and the others looked at Long Ling in surprise. Wasn't this supposed to awaken the dragon vein?
Had Song Wanníng actually contracted the dragon vein?
A terrible thought crossed their minds. The four of them twitched uncontrollably. That was a top-level dragon vein. If Wanníng had really contracted it, they dared not imagine the consequences.
They silently stepped forward, standing protectively around Song Wanníng. The greedy, green-eyed stares from their opponents were obvious, shining with desire.
Their hearts sank, unsure of what purpose Wanníng had in revealing the treasure like this.
Not only Song Qingyun's group but also the opposing factions did not understand where Song Wanníng's bold confidence came from.
Ning family patriarch's face grew heavy with doubt.
Was Song Wanníng bluffing, or did she truly have the upper hand?
He exchanged looks with his Divine Transformation ancestors, but all he saw was pure killing intent.
The treasure was right there, backed by so many Divine Transformation cultivators. There was no reason to back down.
Ning family patriarch understood, but his heart was still uneasy. With the future of the Ning family at stake, he found himself hesitating.
The Mu family patriarch noticed Ning family patriarch's unease and steadied himself, sending a voice transmission:
"Don't be fooled by that woman. She's waiting for us to leave on our own. Don't fall into her trap. Don't worry. With so many of us, there's no way she can suppress us."
A sneer of contempt appeared on the Mu family patriarch's face. Song Wanníng was truly thick-skinned. Just one woman, and she thought she could scare so many away?
If she actually succeeded, they'd never live it down. Now, they had no way out. They had to take the treasure by force.
Mu family patriarch's words eased Ning family patriarch's unease somewhat. He sighed softly. He realized he was getting old, starting to fear wolves and tigers. It was shameful.
While a few of them argued, He Xiao was already helped up by the He family patriarch. Seeing his brother in such a state, the patriarch's face reddened with fury.
"All right, all right, Song Wanníng, you're impressive!"
He shouted angrily at Ning family patriarch and the others, "What are you waiting for, family heads? The treasure is right here. Whoever's capable, take it!"
With a fierce shout, he surged forward to launch a surprise attack on the Song family Nascent Soul elders.
But the next moment, he saw everyone staring at him in horror.
"Huh?"
He was stunned, then suddenly collapsed to the ground with a thud. He opened his eyes wide, trying to see, but suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure.
Only the body had no head, standing upright and stiff.
It was himself.
He family patriarch panicked.
His Yuányīng hurried out of his sea of consciousness, confirming the severed head lying on the ground.
The corpse was separated!
His pupils shrank as he looked in shock at Song Wanníng.
She smiled brightly at him.
"No—"
His eyes widened in a scream. He forgot about his brother and scrambled to run away.
"Aren't you the type to bully the weak? Where are you running?"
Song Wanníng's cold voice sounded, and in the next moment, her long sword slashed down.
Boom—
The sword light flashed, drowning out the terrified screams of the He family patriarch.
"Outrageous!"
The Divine Transformation cultivators were furious. They never expected Song Wanníng to dare kill the He family patriarch first, right before their eyes. They immediately launched their attack on Song Wanníng.
A sudden overwhelming force surged toward her like a tidal wave.
Everyone stared wide-eyed, terrified by the scene.
Song Qingyun and the others quickly prepared to counterattack to protect Song Wanníng.
But unexpectedly, Song Wanníng gently raised a hand to stop them.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth as she stepped forward calmly.