"No good!"
The newly arrived Divine Transformation cultivators were instantly shocked.
"These people really want to self-destruct!"
They had been driven to desperation, willing to die. But they only came to help—they did not want to die alongside them.
In that instant, the Divine Transformation cultivators charging forward regretted their decision. They thought those people were just bluffing. They never expected them to be serious. But now there was no way back. They could only give their all and attack first, hoping to eliminate them quickly.
"Ha ha ha, prepare to die!"
"Song Wanníng, all of you will perish."
"Die!"
They seemed to have made a pact. Their expressions wild, they prepared to fully unleash their power.
Wasn't this formation supposed to trap them?
Now it had become a prison for Song Wanníng and her group.
"Ha ha ha."
Facing death, they felt liberated.
No longer afraid of Song Wanníng.
Unexpectedly, Song Wanníng remained calm and unhurried.
She only smiled faintly and took a step forward. The familiar Taiji diagram appeared again. Raising her head, a trace of pity flickered in her eyes, like a sigh. But beneath that pity lay pure killing intent.
For a moment, chills ran down everyone's spines, shaking even their resolve to die bravely. Yet in that brief moment, the Taiji diagram spread beneath their feet.
A powerful binding force instantly swept over them. Their previously inflated bodies felt as if a hole had been punctured, rapidly leaking "air."
Self-destruction?
Song Wanníng smiled.
That depended on her permission.
"You—"
The Divine Transformation cultivators were truly desperate now. The force held them down, making self-destruction impossible. The cultivators who had come to help breathed a sigh of relief and immediately launched a furious attack on Song Wanníng and the others.
Their hearts were heavy. No joy at all.
They clearly understood that if Song Wanníng could control the lives of the Divine Transformation cultivators from the three great families, she could control theirs just as easily.
They were lucky to have chosen to come help. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unthinkable. Now they could only fight desperately, hoping to leave a good impression on Song Wanníng.
Soon, the battle among the Divine Transformation cultivators flared even fiercer.
The Song family stood aside, arms crossed and faces cold. Watching this "magical" scene unfold, the Song family could hardly believe it. It felt like a dream. Yet their respect for Song Wanníng had reached its peak—no one could surpass her now.
This was true power.
They had never been so desperate for strength.
Countless cultivators watched Song Wanníng with shining eyes.
Song Qingyun and the others grew concerned for Song Wanníng's condition.
"Wanníng, was the divine thunder earlier able to hurt you?"
Mu Yuan tenderly grasped her daughter's hand. Everyone saw her strength but did not know she had withstood the bombardment of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder.
Sometimes, she truly wished her daughter was not so strong, so she would not have to carry the burden of the Song family.
Yet at the same time, she felt proud of her daughter.
These complicated feelings ultimately turned into deep guilt.
If they had the ability as parents, their daughter would not have suffered so much.
The murderous aura around Song Wanníng vanished instantly upon hearing their concern. Her eyes filled with a warm smile. It felt like a promise and a sigh passed over the faces of her disciples.
"This time, the Song family will no longer be butchered. We will all live well."
All the hardships of past and present lives finally faded away in this moment. Everything was different now.
Song Wanníng smiled and smiled, tears welling in her eyes.
She clenched her fist and looked up.
Endless fighting spirit surged wildly in her gaze.
...
"No—"
"Ah—"
One scream after another echoed.
The Divine Transformation cultivators had nowhere to escape and were surrounded and attacked by those who came to help.
Along with the suppression from the Taiji diagram, one by one they fell.
Until the last Yuányīng was destroyed, the scene finally fell silent.
No one spoke.
Everyone stared blankly at the corpses of the Divine Transformation cultivators, unable to regain their senses for a long time.
The cultivators who had fought looked at the bodies with heavy hearts and complicated expressions.
At the same time, they felt immense relief that they had chosen the right side. If they had been persuaded by Patriarch He and joined in to pressure the Song family, the result would have been equally tragic.
Fearful as they were, they exchanged glances and waited obediently for Song Wanníng's orders.
After several minutes, Song Wanníng finally spoke. She wanted to send a warning to scare these people straight, so they would think twice before provoking the Song family again.
"I thank all the elders for their strong support in helping the Song family capture these thieves! Please, those inside take the lead."
She smiled and made a polite gesture, signaling that the storm had temporarily settled.
The Divine Transformation cultivators breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly forced smiles. "It's only right. These people attacked the Song family recklessly and broke the rules of the cultivation world. We could not just stand by!"
"Exactly. The Song family barely saved its disciples from ruin. They deserve all that happened to their attackers."
"Fortunately, Song Daoyou turned the tide."
A group of mature, seemingly dignified elders began exchanging pleasantries.
This matter could only be blamed on those families. After all, they had come to rob, and no one was lying.
Song Wanníng was pleased with their attitude and gave Song Qingyun a meaningful glance.
Song Qingyun understood and led people into the courtyard.
Although small, it had a hall suitable for meeting guests.
Song Wanníng stayed behind to gather all the storage rings present, including those of Song Huai and the others.
The other disciples cleaned the battlefield, washing away the blood.
The ground was stained with blood and gore, some of it extremely shocking, with severed limbs and flesh scattered about.
Some lower-ranked disciples, unfamiliar with slaughter, could not help but vomit. Yet their expressions were filled with pride and exhilaration.
The watching cultivators kept their distance, reluctant to leave.
Today's scenes had been too shocking; they were still in a daze.
Some took out spirit shadow stones and quickly spread the images.
Everywhere in the human territory, people were watching the terrifying footage of Song Wanníng slaughtering Divine Transformation cultivators.
The three great families and the He family, who had come to stir trouble, felt as if the sky was falling.
Many disciples hurriedly packed and fled, fearing a collective purge by the Song family.
But they could only grab some common items from their families.
The once proud elders now looked defeated.
They had gone from top-tier family disciples to broken dogs.