With a thought, Ning family patriarch gave a subtle glance to Mu family patriarch, signaling him to urge everyone to act.
But this time, Mu family patriarch seemed to ignore it and turned his head away. He was scared deep down. The fate of He family patriarch was clear. What if he led the charge and Song Wanníng sliced him in one strike?
Besides, the order had originally come from Ning family patriarch, so naturally it was his turn to act. If a fellow cultivator dies, it's not a big loss for him.
Mu family patriarch's reaction infuriated Ning family patriarch, who cursed inwardly. These people were shameless, only wanting to hide behind him and take the benefits. But the situation was urgent and could not be delayed.
Ning family patriarch secretly took out a talisman and tucked it in his palm, ready to run at any moment. Then he addressed the dozen or so Divine Transformation ancestors above:
"Divine Transformation ancestors, you've all seen Song Wanníng's strength. If any of you hold back, the fate of the He family will be our own future! Now we must work together to take down the Song family first!"
Ning family patriarch spoke quickly, fearing Song Wanníng would strike him down before he finished.
But unexpectedly, Song Wanníng did not attack him. Instead, she looked at him with a faint smile. Her gaze was like a cold, poisonous snake, sending chills down his spine.
The Divine Transformation cultivators above naturally understood the gravity of the situation. But the higher their cultivation, the more they feared death. They had paid too much to get to this point, enjoying endless respect and comfortable lives.
Now, facing a monster who could kill Divine Transformation cultivators with a single sword, they were deeply wary. No one wanted to become a scapegoat.
Yet Song Wanníng was arrogant beyond reason. Hovering in midair, she smiled slightly at the crowd. "Will you come one by one, or all at once?"
The light tone of her words silenced the crowd again, who stared at her in shock.
Song Wanníng was too arrogant. Although she could kill Divine Transformation cultivators, she was facing over a dozen of them.
Several Divine Transformation ancestors from other families were also on their way.
Was she not afraid of shooting herself in the foot?
Her words made the Divine Transformation cultivators flush with anger. Their rage surged, and they abandoned all scheming.
"Song Wanníng, if there is a road to heaven you refuse, and hell has no door yet you come here, then don't blame us for being ruthless! Daoyou, attack!"
With a shout, the Divine Transformation cultivators launched an all-out assault, unleashing spells in every direction.
When Divine Transformation cultivators rage, the heavens and earth change color. The sky above the Song family was engulfed in oppressive pressure. The once bright daylight instantly turned into pitch black ink.
The others quickly retreated out of range, their eyes fixed on the battle in midair.
Above, five from the Song family faced over ten Divine Transformation cultivators.
Each Divine Transformation cultivator attacked with ruthless precision, unleashing their ultimate moves, determined to kill Song Wanníng in one blow.
It was understandable. If they wasted time surrounding five opponents, they would be mocked. For their face and their lives, they had to give it their all.
On Song Wanníng's side, she swung her long sword toward the sky. Her movements were extremely fast, yet they appeared as if in slow motion, freezing all eyes.
The sword light appeared slowly in the air before slicing toward the opponents.
Song Wanníng suddenly stepped forward. A white light spread rapidly before her.
Opposite her were seven cultivators.
They sensed danger and nearly simultaneously retreated, knowing Song Wanníng was too crafty to clash head-on.
But could they escape?
Behind them, a dragon's roar suddenly rose.
A powerful shockwave struck, blocking the retreat of the seven.
This was bad.
The seven's hearts sank as they turned to fight the source of the roar. In the brief pause, the white light spread directly under one of them. Almost instantly, that cultivator froze, his expression slack and Primordial Soul fainting.
Song Wanníng's gaze sharpened, and she swung her sword again.
Boom!
A loud crack.
The cultivator was cleaved in two, hovering for two seconds before falling. Even the Yuányīng couldn't escape, wiped out in one strike.
The heavy corpse dropped with a thud, shaking everyone's hearts.
The remaining six stared in horror at their fallen comrade, eyelids twitching uncontrollably, goosebumps rising all over. Among the seven, the lowest cultivation was late-stage Divine Transformation. Some were even peak Divine Transformation cultivators.
They attacked together, but Song Wanníng was unharmed and had just instantly killed one Divine Transformation cultivator.
"Monster! Monster!"
A Divine Transformation cultivator from the Ning family pointed at Song Wanníng, trembling uncontrollably—whether from anger or fear, no one could tell.
Song Wanníng tilted her head and smiled slyly at him.
"I told you, none of you can escape. Now, it's your turn…"
She blinked playfully, blood flashing in her eyes. Though smiling, the murderous aura was terrifying. The madness in her eyes was even more frightening.
"You think... I'm afraid of you?"
The Ning family cultivator's face darkened with rage.
"You arrogant brat, today you'll see what an old Divine Transformation cultivator can do!"
How long had Song Wanníng been at this stage?
Her opponents had clearly underestimated her.
He then took out a black orb and hurled it at Song Wanníng.
Her expression remained unchanged as a streak of fiery light erupted from her body—the upgraded Shenyou Mystic Flame.
Not only that, Xiao Jin also changed. Once just a sword blade, it now had a scabbard. The scabbard was silver-white, oddly contrasting with the golden blade. But with a sharp tremor, a mysterious aura spread in all directions.
At the same time, the Shenyou Mystic Flame lunged at the Ning cultivator.
The other five Divine Transformation cultivators dared not be careless and launched attacks as well.
But Long Ling was still behind Song Wanníng. A single roar from it could destabilize their forms.
Though the fight was against Song Wanníng alone, it was really against four people.
One Divine Transformation cultivator released a contracted spirit beast—a Burst Beast covered in hair that could transform into blades with great power.
They had hoped it would help, but it was swallowed whole by Long Ling before it could even scream. As a innate spirit beast, Long Ling was incredibly fast. By the time the cultivator noticed, the spirit beast was already bloodied remains.
The cultivator suffered backlash, spitting blood violently as he fell from midair.