The moment he fell, the Shenyou Mystic Flame suddenly paused, then eagerly surged toward him. What had been a palm-sized flame instantly transformed into a vast net of fiery light, swooping toward him.
At that moment, the man had just stabilized his descent, still trembling with fear as he prepared to fly back up. Suddenly, he saw the fiery net rushing at him. His expression changed immediately. He swung his hammer fiercely at the net.
The fierce energy collided head-on, but the fire net vanished in an instant, evading his strike with ease. It quickly reformed and lunged at him again.
Life-and-death battles always counted every second.
Before he could dodge, Long Ling launched a sudden attack from behind, and in the blink of an eye, the fire net trapped him.
Pain exploded in his Primordial Soul.
"Ah—"
His scream was so sudden and terrifying it shook the hearts of the onlookers. Panicked, they looked toward him and saw his face contorted in agony, screaming wildly. He clutched his head, desperately pounding it as blue veins bulged across his face.
The Shenyou Mystic Flame targeted the Primordial Soul, and after its upgrade, its power was extraordinary.
The agony disrupted his spiritual energy, his body rolling uncontrollably as he crashed toward the ground. The other Divine Transformation cultivators watching felt their own Primordial Souls pounding violently, their eyes growing fearful at the sight of the Shenyou Mystic Flame.
In less than a second of their distraction, Song Wanníng seized the chance. She stood high in the air, her expression cold as she swung her sword. At that instant, a streak of black energy shot from within her body into the sword light.
A Divine Transformation cultivator from the Ning family directly opposite saw it clearly and shouted, "Demon—"
Before he could finish, the sword light struck.
The violent blade instantly severed his long knife, then sliced toward his head. His eyes widened with shock, anger, and unwillingness. The next moment, his head exploded like a shattered watermelon, blood spraying everywhere.
The blood splattered onto the face of a Divine Transformation cultivator fighting Song Qingyun.
Her vision instantly drowned in red. She glanced down and shuddered violently as her heart pounded wildly. At that moment, she no longer wanted to fight. She wanted to run.
No treasure was worth more than her life.
Face meant nothing anymore.
Hesitation flickered in her eyes, then steeled into determination as she suddenly turned and fled.
With her leading the way, the other Divine Transformation cultivators who had long wanted to escape also scattered, fleeing for their lives. Now they deeply regretted coming to snatch the treasure. They not only suffered heavy losses but also became a laughingstock.
"Look! Those Divine Transformation cultivators are running away!"
The spectators were stunned.
They held the numbers advantage, yet they were the ones running. This only proved how terrifying Song Wanníng was.
"Oh my god, Song Zūnzhě is terrifying... One person instantly killed several Divine Transformation cultivators…"
"From today on, she is my idol…"
"The Song family is actually going to win. The three great families don't seem that strong after all!"
"Awesome! Awesome!!!"
Many people excitedly discussed.
The three great families had always been arrogant and looked down on loose cultivators and small families. Now, beaten to a pulp, how could the crowd not cheer?
On the ground, Nascent Soul cultivators were shocked by the Divine Transformation ancestors' actions and began retreating. If the ancestors were fleeing, what use was it for them to stay? They were just courting death.
The cultivators who had been fiercely fighting all fled.
"Damn!"
Ning family patriarch cursed loudly and hurried to retreat.
This time, the Ning family suffered a huge loss. One Divine Transformation cultivator was dead. His heart bled. His eyes were bloodshot as he wished he could tear Song Wanníng apart and swallow her piece by piece.
Even if he reduced her to ashes, his hatred would not be eased.
After a few steps, a soft sigh was heard.
"Ah, why can't you just listen?"
High above, Song Wanníng clicked her tongue, wearing an annoyed expression. The next moment, formation runes flared to life, enveloping all the fleeing cultivators. At the moment the formation activated, panic swept through them. They struck out frantically, but could not shake the formation by even a fraction.
Song Qingyun and the other three flew proudly to Song Wanníng's side, standing firmly behind her with pride. Even they had not expected Song Wanníng to be this powerful.
The Song family's Nascent Soul cultivators also rose into the air, standing excitedly behind the group.
By now, Song Wanníng had become the pillar and core of the Song family.
No one could replace her.
Unable to break the formation, everyone gave up and turned around.
In midair, Song Wanníng stood in front of all of them, one hand gripping her long sword. Her expression was cold, laced with arrogance.
Though her face remained the same, everyone only saw killing intent and madness.
She looked down on them from above.
On the ground, the cultivator whose Primordial Soul was burning still groaned in pain, his screams rattling everyone's nerves.
Long Ling held him down, leaving him helpless before the Shenyou Mystic Flame's torture.
Xiao Jin hovered on Song Wanníng's shoulder, radiating killing intent and disdain for everything.
Like its master, it scorned all.
"Song Wanníng, do you really intend to kill us all?"
Mu family patriarch's unease forced him to speak.
"Does the Song family truly want to slaughter all of us? Aren't you afraid the entire human race will oppose this?"
Mu family patriarch invoked the entire human race.
Song Wanníng was brutally slaughtering them all. Would the whole human race resist?
"The human race oppose?"
Song Wanníng twisted the corner of her mouth. She twirled her sword with her right hand, her cold voice ringing out.
"Whoever has objections can come find me. And as for you, I told you none of you will escape."
Her eyes turned cold, and without further words, she launched another attack.
Song Wanníng shot into the sky, swinging her sword hard.
Centered on her, layer upon layer of Taiji diagrams spread outward, white light flickering.
Everyone felt a terrifying force rushing around them and turned pale once again. There was no longer any chance to escape. Since that was so, they would fight to the death. They refused to believe Song Wanníng could really kill them all.
Immediately, fierce clashes erupted in the formation.
Song Wanníng's gaze darkened as she locked eyes with several Divine Transformation cultivators again.
Now everyone knew the only way to survive was to take out Song Wanníng, so nearly all their firepower was focused on her.
She chuckled lightly.
At first, when awakening the dragon veins, she only intended to drive them away.
But now, having contracted Long Ling, things were different.
All of these people must die.
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I don't know why, but this sentence "But now, having contracted Long Ling, things were different." Reek of possessiveness to me. Or maybe 'ownership' is a better word?
Not sure if you catch my meaning, though