Villainess Rampage: The Whole Sect Begs for Mercy

With a thought, the Ning Clan Leader shot the Mu Family Patriarch a look, signaling him to urge the others to attack.

But this time, the Mu Family Patriarch acted as if he hadn’t seen it, turning his head away.

’He was scared to death.’

’The fate of the He Family Master was a clear warning. If I take the lead, what will I do if Song Wanning cuts me down with a single sword strike?’

’Besides, it was the Ning Clan Leader who had given the orders from the beginning. It’s only natural that he should be the one to act now.’

’Better him than me, anyway.’

The Mu Family Patriarch’s reaction thoroughly infuriated the Ning Clan Leader, who cursed him endlessly in his mind.

’These people are so shameless, only thinking of hiding behind me to reap the benefits!’

But the situation was urgent, and there was no more time to delay.

He could only secretly take out a talisman and palm it, preparing to flee at a moment’s notice. Only then did he address the dozen or so Divinity Transformation cultivators in the sky, "Divinity Transformation Ancestors, you’ve all seen Song Wanning’s power. If we continue to hold back, the He Family’s fate will be our own!"

"We must unite and take down the Song Family first!"

The Ning Clan Leader spoke at a rapid pace, terrified he would be cut down by Song Wanning’s sword before he could finish.

Unexpectedly, however, Song Wanning made no move to attack him. Instead, she just watched him with a smirk.

Her gaze was like that of a cold, venomous snake, sending a chill down his spine.

The Divinity Transformation cultivators in the sky naturally understood the gravity of the situation. However, the higher one’s Cultivation, the more one feared death.

They had sacrificed too much to reach their current level, enjoying boundless reverence and living comfortable, blissful lives.

Now, suddenly faced with a monster who could slay a Divinity Transformation cultivator with a single strike, their hearts filled with dread. None of them wanted to be a sacrificial lamb.

But Song Wanning was impossibly arrogant. Rising into the air, she gave the group a faint smile.

"Are you coming one by one, or all at once?"

Her casual question once again silenced the crowd, who stared at her in utter shock.

Song Wanning was being far too arrogant. Even if she could kill a Divinity Transformation cultivator, she was facing more than ten of them!

What’s more, Divinity Transformation Ancestors from several other families were still on their way.

Was she not afraid of this backfiring on her?

Her words also made the faces of the Divinity Transformation cultivators flush crimson.

Fury surged through them, and they cast aside their internal schemes.

"Song Wanning, you’ve chosen to break into a gateless hell instead of walking the path to heaven! Don’t blame us for what comes next!"

"Everyone, attack!!!"

With a cry, the Divinity Transformation cultivators swarmed forward, unleashing a barrage of various Spells at Song Wanning.

When those at the Divinity Transformation realm rage, the very heavens and earth change color.

The sky above the Song Family estate was blanketed by an oppressive pressure. The once-bright daylight was instantly plunged into inky blackness.

Everyone else saw this and retreated, fleeing the potential blast radius as they kept their eyes locked on the sky.

High in the sky, the five members of the Song Family and their dozen-plus opponents had all made their move.

The dozen-plus Divinity Transformation cultivators attacked viciously, each unleashing their ultimate techniques from the start, as if determined to kill Song Wanning in a single, decisive blow.

But that made sense. If such a large group took too long to defeat just five people, they would become a laughingstock.

For the sake of their pride, and for their very lives, they had no choice but to give it their all.

As for Song Wanning, she swung the Longsword in her hand toward the sky.

Although her movement was incredibly fast, it seemed to unfold in slow motion, captivating everyone’s gaze.

The light of her blade slowly materialized in the sky, then slowly slashed toward her opponents.

Song Wanning then took a sudden step forward, and a wave of white light rapidly spread out before her.

There were seven people opposite her.

As the white light rushed toward them, they all sensed something was wrong and instantly fell back in retreat. Everyone knew how unnervingly powerful Song Wanning was; none dared to face her attack head-on.

But could they escape?

From behind, a dragon’s roar suddenly erupted, followed by a powerful shockwave that cut off their retreat.

’Not good!’

The hearts of the seven sank, and they all spun around to counterattack the source of the roar.

In that brief moment of hesitation, the white light reached the feet of one of the cultivators.

In an instant, the man froze, his expression slackening as his Divine Soul fainted.

Song Wanning’s gaze hardened, and she slashed with her sword once more.

BOOM—

A massive explosion erupted.

The man was cleaved in two. His body hung in the air for two seconds before plummeting to the ground.

His Nascent Soul didn’t escape either; it was instantly obliterated by the sword’s light.

THUD—

The corpse fell with a heavy thud, and the hearts of all who watched trembled along with it.

The remaining six stared in horror at the Divinity Transformation cultivator who had crashed to the ground, their eyelids twitching uncontrollably as goosebumps erupted across their skin.

Among the seven of them, the lowest Cultivation was Late-stage Divinity Transformation, and there were even a few Peak of Divinity Transformation Cultivators in their ranks.

They had all ganged up on her, yet Song Wanning was completely unharmed. She had even managed to instantly kill one of their own...

"She’s a monster—a monster—"

A Divinity Transformation cultivator from the Ning Family pointed at Song Wanning, his hand trembling uncontrollably. It was hard to tell if it was from rage or fear...

He couldn’t stop shaking.

Song Wanning, however, simply tilted her head and gave him a wry smile.

"I told you. None of you will escape."

"And now... it’s your turn."

She blinked playfully, a flash of blood-red light glinting in her eyes. Though she was smiling, the killing intent radiating from her body was staggering.

The madness in her gaze was even more terrifying.

"Do you think... I’m afraid of you?"

The face of the Ning Family’s Divinity Transformation cultivator darkened with rage.

"Arrogant child! Today, I’ll show you the true power of a veteran Divinity Transformation cultivator!"

’How long has it even been since Song Wanning advanced?’

’Those other cultivators must have been killed just now because they let their guard down.’

With that, he produced a pitch-black sphere. His expression hardened as he hurled it at Song Wanning.

Song Wanning’s expression didn’t change. A flame suddenly shot out from her—it was the evolved Divine Nether Profound Fire.

It wasn’t just the Divine Nether Profound Fire; even the Golden Small Sword had changed.

Where there was once only a blade, there was now, inexplicably, a sword scabbard.

The sword scabbard was silver-white, a stark contrast to the golden blade. But with a sharp tremble, a profound aura instantly radiated outward from it.

At the same time, the Divine Nether Profound Fire lunged toward the man.

The other five Divinity Transformation cultivators didn’t dare to be complacent and launched their own attacks as well.

But the Dragon Spirit was still behind them; a single roar was enough to make them unsteady...

They were supposedly fighting Song Wanning alone, but in reality, they had to face "four" opponents.

One of the Divinity Transformation cultivators released his contracted spirit beast—a Blast Beast, whose fur could transform into razor-sharp blades, making it an extraordinary fighter.

He had thought it would be a help, but who could have expected that the moment it appeared, it would be swallowed whole by the Dragon Spirit, not even having the time to let out a shriek.

The Dragon Spirit was an Innate Spiritual Object, and its speed was incredible. By the time the Divinity Transformation cultivator even noticed, his spirit beast had already been devoured and reduced to a puddle of gore.

As its master, he suffered from the backlash, violently spitting up a mouthful of blood as he plummeted from the sky.