Song Wanníng's expression was resolute as she swung her sword down toward the ground.
The Divine Transformation cultivators who had been howling moments ago were killed with a single strike. Their heads spun several times before finally coming to rest.
The Nascent Soul cultivators struggled to flee, but the Shenyou Mystic Flame swallowed them whole in the next moment. Their hoarse screams abruptly ended.
The Shenyou Mystic Flame let out a satisfied burp, spun around happily, then flew toward its next target.
Meanwhile, Long Ling was summoned back by Song Wanníng.
In her past life, the disciples' agonized cries still echoed in her ears.
In this life, she would take their revenge.
"Little one, now I'm counting on you," Song Wanníng said with a slight smile, gently patting Long Ling.
Long Ling nodded vigorously, her voice childlike and full of excitement. "Sister, don't worry!"
She was thrilled. This was her chance to prove her strength. As the beloved spirit of Sister Song, she could not lose to Brother Xiao Jin or Sister Mystic Flame.
Long Ling dove straight into Song Wanníng's dantian.
Boom. A thunderous sound erupted from her dantian.
A streak of black energy shot out quickly, merging with Long Ling in an instant.
Song Wanníng's aura surged wildly, her crimson robe billowing in the wind. She soared into the air, gripping her long sword that trembled with intense killing intent.
At that moment, everyone looked up, feeling as if a divine being had descended.
The real hunt had begun.
She swung her sword.
The sky darkened silently as endless darkness swallowed the light.
A massive sword split the heavens, slicing straight toward the Divine Transformation cultivators.
Song Wanníng chuckled softly.
At that moment, the shadow of a demon god seemed to appear before her eyes.
Boundless passion shook her chest.
In that instant, it felt as if the entire world was under her control.
The sword light flashed wildly, overwhelming everything around it.
All the counterattacks from the Divine Transformation cultivators were instantly devoured by the sword light, disappearing without a trace.
This strike, powered by Long Ling and the black energy, had long surpassed the peak strength of a Divine Transformation cultivator.
If any spirit realm cultivator were present, they would be shocked by her power.
Because this sword had already reached Void Refinement level...
Screams echoed repeatedly.
Song Wanníng paid them no mind and targeted the Nascent Soul cultivators below.
"Song family disciples, clear the way!" she shouted.
The Song family Nascent Soul elders immediately stopped fighting and swiftly retreated without hesitation.
The sword light came crashing down.
"No—"
A few shouts abruptly ceased.
Four Nascent Soul cultivators were cut down by a single strike, turning into powder that scattered like fireworks in the air before falling at everyone's feet.
Among them was even the Mu family patriarch.
"Ah—"
Someone screamed in terror and went mad trying to flee.
But Song Wanníng's next sword was already descending.
Her gaze coldly fixed on the Ning family patriarch. This was the man who had repeatedly caused trouble for the Song family, arrogantly thinking he controlled everything.
Now his eyes filled with regret, yet he knew escape was impossible. He glared defiantly, voicing a spiritual accusation, "Song Wanníng, slaughtering so many—aren't you afraid your karmic debt will be too heavy and you won't ascend?"
Before Song Wanníng could respond, the sword light arrived.
The Ning family patriarch, the Sui family patriarch, and the remaining Nascent Soul cultivators—
Seven in total—
Were shattered into countless fragments by the sword light.
Their bones broken, ashes scattered.
This was the ending Song Wanníng gave them.
The Nascent Soul cultivators were wiped out in one fell swoop.
The watching cultivators were already terrified beyond words. They dared not speak, only staring at Song Wanníng in shock and fear. Who would have thought someone could be this powerful?
But it wasn't over yet.
The dazzling sword light finally dissipated, revealing three figures. All three were missing limbs, clutching their wounds, their faces twisted with pain.
"Song Wanníng—"
They glared furiously, their eyes bloodshot. Who would have expected that one sword had sent three Divine Transformation cultivators to their deaths?
Too terrifying.
Now they had no thoughts of revenge, only desperate hopes to survive. Some shamelessly began begging for peace.
"Song Daoyou, this was a misunderstanding. We were misled by the three great families and only came to cause trouble because of that."
"Please, show mercy and spare us."
"Yes, yes, the Lan family is willing to follow the Song family forever!"
"The Feng family agrees as well!"
The Divine Transformation cultivators who had been fighting Song Qingyun and the others all stopped their attacks. They lined up humbly, trying to band together for protection.
"Follow the Song family?"
Song Wanníng appeared to consider the idea seriously. The cultivators sensed hope and nodded, distancing themselves from the Divine Transformation cultivators of the three great families. They seemed to want to express their determination in this way.
The remaining Divine Transformation cultivators of the three great families trembled with anger. Their lips moved, but not a single word came out.
Song Wanníng blinked her beautiful eyes and her smile grew even brighter.
In her previous life, things were very different.
While the Song family begged desperately, they enjoyed dividing the Song family's resources.
What was a life worth?
She curled the corner of her mouth, revealing a mocking smirk.
"More than following you, I prefer everything belonging to the Song family. After all, having everything in your own hands is what gives you confidence. Don't you agree? Heh heh heh…"
Her ethereal laughter was merciless, sending everyone's spirits crashing.
"Hahaha, look at you pathetic fools, begging for mercy?"
"What a disgrace!"
"Even if I self-destruct, I will never grovel or beg for mercy from them!!!"
The few Divine Transformation cultivators of the three great families spat fire in their eyes but made up their minds. Their families had already fallen to ruin. Even if they survived, the end would be the same.
Since Song Wanníng refused to let them go, they would all go to hell together. They would disappear from the world together.
A flicker of madness crossed their eyes as they charged at Song Wanníng and her group without hesitation. They truly intended to self-destruct and take everyone with them.
Song Qingyun and the other three's hearts sank.
Just as they prepared to warn Song Wanníng to be careful, she shouted at the clouds, "Everyone still not attacking? Are you waiting for me to finish before you pick off the rest?"
Her lightning-fast gaze shot toward the clouds.
She swung her sword at the Divine Transformation cultivators rushing down.
"Whether you choose to follow the Song family depends entirely on you.
I will count to three.
One.
Two."
Before she could say "three," several Divine Transformation cultivators suddenly emerged from the clouds.
They formed a tight formation, weapons raised, charging at the formation without hesitation.
Song Wanníng trapped them inside the formation.
The chaotic battle began again.
Only this time, the attackers were someone else.
"Are you also going to aid the enemy?"
The Divine Transformation cultivators of the three great families had bloodshot eyes, unable to contain their fury any longer.