Yet Song Wanníng's performance pushed them into despair. She looked as if she had been injected with battle fire. Her face was flushed with vigor, and there was not the slightest sign that her spiritual power was about to run dry.
It was the two of them who were suffering. Spell after spell drained their spiritual power, and they still could not even brush the hem of Song Wanníng's robe. Every strike was blocked by that immortal furnace.
Their frustration was beyond words.
Another half incense stick's time passed, and the two finally reached their limits. Their mental strength and spiritual power were almost spent. There were hardly any unbroken bones left in their bodies.
Boom.
A bolt of divine thunder fell from above and engulfed the Second Ancestor, who was already at the end of his rope.
"Ah!" The Second Ancestor had no strength left to resist. The divine thunder struck him head-on.
"Second Brother!" The First Ancestor's heart lurched. In that instant of distraction, Song Wanníng's fist appeared behind him again.
Boom.
Her fist smashed the back of his skull. His eyes flew wide. Shock flashed there, and even more unwillingness. Who would have thought that after dominating for so many years, they would end up losing to a woman like this.
He was not willing to accept it.
Not willing.
Boom.
The First Ancestor's head exploded under that punch. Blood and brain matter spattered everywhere. His Yuányīng was crushed along with it. The First Ancestor fell, erased from this world.
The divine thunder dispersed, revealing the Second Ancestor collapsed on the ground. He clung to life by a thread. When he saw the First Ancestor's corpse, his pupils shrank to pinpoints.
"No."
The Second Ancestor howled, tears spilling down his face. He grieved for the First Ancestor, and he howled for his own fate. They should not have come. They should never have come. The Second Ancestor's eyes were bloodshot. His gaze wished to cut Song Wanníng into a thousand pieces.
Song Wanníng only stood there looking at him, eyes flat and cold, as if staring at a dead man.
The Second Ancestor was terrified, yet he refused to beg. "If you have the ability, kill me. Our Huo Clan will never bow to you. One day, you will die at the hands of our Huo Clan. Hahaha…"
He finished his threat and laughed up at the sky.
"Heh."
Song Wanníng let out a cold laugh. The corner of her mouth tilted with ridicule. "So you are determined to make me wipe out the Huo Clan?"
"A real Lord Yama standing upright."
At a time like this, to spit out such threats, he was a fool.
The Second Ancestor's laughter cut off at once. His face flushed red.
"You… you would dare…" His raised hand trembled. He wanted to slap himself. If Song Wanníng truly exterminated the Huo Clan, he would be the sinner of the clan.
"Watch me."
Song Wanníng tilted her head with a smile. Under the Second Ancestor's horrified stare, her sword came down in a clean arc.
The Second Ancestor, long unable to gather spiritual power, watched the sword light flash past. In his unwilling gaze, only endless hatred and regret remained. If he could do it over, he would never have let the Huo Clan provoke this monster.
Boom.
The sword light fell. The Second Ancestor's head and body parted in an instant. The sword split his skull in two and shredded his Yuányīng. The two Mahayana cultivators were dead. The Huo Clan's Ancestors were completely wiped out.
"Mm…" When it was done, Song Wanníng let out a muffled groan. A thread of blood slipped from the corner of her lips.
She wiped it away with a cold look, murder still lingering in her eyes. She lowered her head and glanced at the immortal furnace in her hand, and the corner of her mouth lifted.
Fortunately, she had this immortal artifact. Without it, victory today might have been uncertain.
Song Wanníng put away the storage rings. She would not exterminate the Huo Clan. The slaughter would be too heavy, and her future ascension would be affected.
But the Huo Clan had provoked her repeatedly. If she did not collect some interest, that would not do. So Song Wanníng took the two corpses and headed straight for the Huo Clan.
At this moment, the Huo Clan's Patriarch and elders were still waiting for good news from the Ancestors. Instead of news, panicked disciples rushed in.
"Bad news, bad news, Song Wanníng is here!"
Everyone in the Huo Clan had etched Song Wanníng's appearance into their Primordial Souls. They recognized her at a glance.
No one dared to block her.
"What?"
Patriarch Huo shot to his feet. The color drained from his face. A premonition of doom thudded in his chest. The elders around him were only full of anger. None of them sensed the true danger.
"Heh, she dares to come?"
"She truly does not put our Huo Clan in her eyes."
"Perfect. Saves us the trouble of hunting her down."
"Let me go meet her and avenge them."
The elders surged forward in a fury and strode outside without another word.
Patriarch Huo followed with a grave expression. Everything felt wrong. But seeing their bravado, he found a sliver of confidence. They had only taken a few steps when the noisy crowd fell silent. The vast compound became so quiet a pin drop could be heard.
Patriarch Huo looked up in dread. Song Wanníng had indeed arrived.
She held two corpses in her hand. They were very familiar.
Thud.
The bodies were tossed to the ground, kicking up dust. They shattered every heart there. Those corpses were none other than the two Ancestors.
"An… Ancestor?" Patriarch Huo's voice trembled. It felt like the sky had collapsed.
The Ancestors were their pillar. They were dead.
"You… you killed the Ancestors?" An elder finally reacted. His pointing hand shook uncontrollably at Song Wanníng.
"Give your life—" He charged at Song Wanníng like a madman.
A Unity cultivator should be able to take down an Out-of-Body cultivator with a single move.
Song Wanníng stepped once and vanished, then dropped a single punch. The elder's head exploded on the spot.
Blood and gore sprayed across nearby disciples. Screams erupted, and they scattered in panic, none daring to face Song Wanníng. The remaining elders went slack-faced in an instant, then retreated in a rush. They clustered together, their eyes on Song Wanníng filled with terror.
"Before they died, these two left me the Huo Clan's treasury. I am here to collect it. You have no objections, do you?"
Last time, Song Wanníng had to keep things quiet. Now she could empty the vault in broad daylight. How delightful. Song Wanníng's lips curled as she watched their faces one by one. Anyone who objected would end up like the corpses on the ground.
"This…"
Panic flashed in Patriarch Huo's eyes, then despair. He looked at the disciples, then closed his eyes. He knew the Huo Clan was finished. To protect their lives, he could only make the painful choice.
"Please proceed."