With a single step forward, the Taiji diagram flew out from beneath Song Wanníng's feet, spreading around her like a divine aura.
Several Divine Transformation cultivators unleashed spells that collided with the Taiji diagram.
But the expected explosion never came.
Instead, the Taiji diagram absorbed all their attacks effortlessly.
Like a bomb that suddenly failed to detonate, not a single splash or spark appeared.
The entire hall fell silent.
It felt as if someone had grabbed the crowd by the throat, plunging everything into stillness.
The cultivators who had just attacked stood stunned, unable to believe what they saw. A group of Divine Transformation cultivators acting together would at least injure Song Wanníng, if not kill her. Yet she only took a light step forward, and their attacks collapsed as if they were a joke.
The cultivators were humiliated and furious, unable to say a word as they pointed accusingly at Song Wanníng.
Ning family patriarch and the others immediately grew serious. Their eyes finally showed respect for Song Wanníng. No one dared to underestimate her anymore. Those who had threatened to wipe out the Song family earlier dared not speak a word.
The scene was so quiet one could hear a pin drop, until a sudden shout broke the eerie silence.
"Big Brother!!!"
He Xiao dragged his injured body, crawling toward the corpse of the He family patriarch. His eyes were filled with grief and shock. He could not believe Song Wanníng had truly killed his brother, even wiping out the Yuányīng without leaving any chance for survival.
Clutching the broken corpse, He Xiao's bloodshot eyes stared fiercely at Song Wanníng.
"Song Wanníng, how dare you kill my big brother? Do you want to make the entire He family your enemy?" He roared furiously, spitting wildly. He family's Nascent Soul cultivators quickly surrounded him, looking heartbroken as they stared at the patriarch's body. The glory they once had now looked utterly miserable. United in hatred, their eyes burned as if they wanted to devour Song Wanníng.
"Tsk."
Song Wanníng raised an eyebrow, looking at He Xiao like he was mentally challenged.
"You people of the He family want to wipe out my entire Song family, but you won't allow me to fight back?"
She curled her lips with cold disdain.
"It's not just the He family. Anyone who dares to come slaughter my Song family recently will not be spared!"
Her mouth curled down sharply, and in a flash faster than thunder, she swung her sword toward He Xiao and the others.
The sword light was the same, but its power had dramatically increased. The Nascent Soul cultivators were shocked and tried to flee without hesitation. But Song Wanníng's aura suddenly pressed down, freezing them in place. They could only watch helplessly as the sword light came straight for them. At that moment, a fierce shout echoed from above.
"Stop!!!"
The voice was urgent and strained, even cracking from the pressure.
But it was too late.
The sword light sliced through He Xiao and several others simultaneously. Like a show of dominance, the sword light spun and instantly transformed into countless sharp swords, slashing toward them.
In the blink of an eye, horrific screams pierced the air and abruptly stopped. Bloody flesh chunks were thrown out. Several Nascent Soul cultivators were reduced to piles of meat in seconds, crimson blood flowing everywhere.
The watching disciples were stunned, eyes wide and bodies frozen.
One sword had just wiped out multiple Nascent Soul cultivators. Song Wanníng's strength was terrifying.
"Bitch!"
A figure finally appeared in the sky—it was the Divine Transformation ancestor summoned by the He family patriarch, their only Divine Transformation cultivator. He had thought this trip would wipe out the Song family completely. Instead, he arrived just in time to witness He family's high-level cultivators be killed by Song Wanníng's sword.
A surge of rage filled him.
The Divine Transformation cultivators attacked Song Wanníng like madmen. By now, the He family had lost most of their high-level cultivators, only a few remained alive outside the battle. But even so, the He family was finished. Any great family could easily divide their territory.
The He family was done. And Song Wanníng was the culprit. He vowed to avenge the fallen He family disciples. His meteor hammer smashed furiously toward Song Wanníng with a terrifying roar that tore the sky open.
A violent wind howled as endless black whirlwinds poured toward Song Wanníng like demons from hell, clawing and snarling.
Song Wanníng remained calm, only the murderous intent in her eyes spinning wildly.
All past grudges would be wiped clean today.
She had been waiting for the chance to openly kill these people for a long time. She never expected they would come knocking on her door themselves. Her expression hardened, and her sword sliced forward.
At the moment of the swing, the black-and-white Taiji diagram shot out.
The air steamed around it, but not a sound could be heard.
Someone tried to scream but found their voice completely gone.
All eyes saw the black-and-white sword light rush straight at the meteor hammer, shattering it instantly. Before anyone could react, the sword light flashed toward the He family's Divine Transformation cultivator.
"Pfft—"
The sacred weapon was destroyed. The He family cultivator spat out a mouthful of blood, unable to defend as the sword light closed in. He activated nearly all his defensive treasures, veins bulging.
But the sword light was too fast.
His vision blurred, and his body froze.
"You—"
The He family cultivator's eyes widened in shock. His trembling finger rose before his body was split in two, falling stiffly downward.
A late-stage Divine Transformation cultivator was killed in one sword strike by Song Wanníng.
Too terrifying!
Everyone's eyes went wide.
Even the Divine Transformation cultivators present looked at Song Wanníng with disbelief and fear.
"You… You are peak Divine Transformation?"
Someone finally noticed Song Wanníng's cultivation, voice trembling.
What kind of monster could kill a late-stage Divine Transformation cultivator in one move?
As these words fell, everyone's expressions changed drastically, their fear of Song Wanníng deepening.
What kind of freak was Song Wanníng? In just a few years, she had risen from Nascent Soul peak to peak Divine Transformation. Even with constant spiritual pills, no one could catch her speed.
"Oh really?"
Song Wanníng feigned surprise, "If you hadn't said it, I wouldn't have realized."
She covered her mouth and laughed. Her laugh was full of mockery and sarcasm, choking the crowd like a sharp blade stuck in their throats.
Ning family patriarch's face turned extremely ugly.
Who would have thought a wild card would appear halfway through?
The situation was dire.
But there was no turning back now. They had to take down the Song family, or face an even worse fate.