Song Wanníng stood there, completely speechless, feeling like the Yao Clan disciple had a few screws loose.
Dragon revival, plotting a comeback… what kind of grudge did they have against the dragons to be this paranoid?
But seeing him trying to send a message, she knew she couldn't just sit back. If everyone in the Yao Clan was like this, it'd be a huge problem for her if more showed up.
So she shifted, joining the female beast cultivator in midair. The two exchanged a glance and struck at the Yao Clan disciple at the same time.
"Damn it!"
The disciple got interrupted, his face turning red with anger.
"You won't be leaving here today!" he shouted, charging at them.
The female beast cultivator immediately transformed into a dragon, letting out a soul-shattering roar that seemed ready to tear through the clouds. She opened her mouth, and countless thunderclouds poured down, strangely mixed with flickers of fire.
A thick aura of destruction surged toward the Yao Clan disciple.
Song Wanníng, though not in Divine Transformation, adopted the Golden Dragon clan's attack style. If they were targeting dragons, he should get a proper taste of dragon power.
Ever since inheriting the Golden Dragon legacy, Song Wanníng hadn't used it much, mostly relying on time and space abilities in combat.
Now was the perfect chance to apply it.
Her eyes hardened. In the next moment, she soared into the air, a dragon roar erupting from within her, releasing vast imperial dragon energy.
The Yao Clan disciple, still mid-attack, felt an overwhelming aura of a sovereign crashing down straight at him. In an instant, his knees buckled, and his immortal energy was interrupted.
Though only momentary, the female beast cultivator seized the chance, swatting him away with a single claw.
The disciple twisted midair, landing back on the island after a flip, his eyes now filled with sheer fear. He pulled out a communication talisman, trying to warn his clan.
This dragon was clearly different. If he didn't deal with it now, it'd be a deadly enemy to the Yao Clan.
Song Wanníng didn't give him the chance.
"Roar!"
Another dragon roar erupted. Golden light flashed across her body, imposing pressure raining down again, while she manipulated time and space within her dragon skills.
In the next moment, she appeared behind the Yao Clan disciple.
She didn't summon clouds, rain, or heavenly thunder. It was pure, physical attack. Her dragon form was solid, reinforced with protective divine light, giving her the confidence to strike head-on. She lunged toward the Yao Clan disciple.
"Get lost!" He shouted, swinging his long sword at her.
Clang!
The sword clashed against her scales, sparks flying, lighting up the entire sky.
Boom!
His expression changed drastically. It felt like striking something impossibly solid. His hands tingled, and before he could retract the sword, Song Wanníng's tail swept toward him. Panicked, he stumbled back, casting a spell with his left hand. But everything was interrupted by her tail.
"Pff!"
The disciple was sent flying, blood spewing from his mouth. Before he could recover, the female beast cultivator struck again. Like Song Wanníng, she used her body to collide with him directly.
Dragons' physical bodies were incredibly strong; most ordinary cultivators couldn't handle it.
This disciple's cultivation wasn't high enough to resist.
So the two worked seamlessly, soaring and ramming him repeatedly.
Soon, the Yao Clan disciple was wounded. He hadn't expected dragons to be so formidable, that sheer physical force left him defenseless.
But it wasn't entirely his fault. Dragons had been extinct for so long; everything was just in texts, so he had been careless.
Finding no opening, he immediately tried to flee.
At first, he wanted to bring the female beast cultivator back to earn merit, to show his clan his strength. But discovering a dragon here, he regretted it. Yet the communication talisman wouldn't work.
Frustrating!
If he'd known, he'd have reported first and never risked himself. But it was too late now. He could only dodge while looking for a chance to escape.
Boom!
A flash of light forced the disciple into a corner. He had no choice but to use his ultimate weapon. He pulled out a pearl. It had just blocked Song Wanníng's tail, and the next moment, he vanished from the spot.
Gone instantly.
Song Wanníng frowned, compressing space to cut off his path. The air folded rapidly, yet she couldn't sense a trace of him. That pearl was extraordinary. It could shift space instantly. Faster than tearing space, far more precious than something like a Yin-Yang Chain. Those other treasures could detect and intercept spatial movement, but this pearl couldn't.
The female beast cultivator groaned in frustration.
"I should've triggered that cursed formation to trap him!"
Even so, she didn't dare. If she got trapped, no one could help her.
She sighed, shifting back into human form, landing on the ground.
Song Wanníng followed.
She had her eye on the pearl. It could make future pursuits or escapes much easier.
Song Wanníng glanced at the female beast cultivator. "Should we try to chase him? He's definitely heading back to the Yao Clan to report. We can't stay here."
She wanted to see if they could intercept him.
The female beast cultivator considered it, then nodded in agreement. They flew beyond the island, searching for any trace of the disciple, but found nothing.
After a long while, they gave up.
"Forget it. I need to find somewhere to hide first. If they find me, I'm done for!"
The female beast cultivator was more frustrated than ever. Years spent hiding, yet she got chased despite doing nothing wrong. No one could understand her frustration. Well, now there was one person who could.
She looked at Song Wanníng. "What are you going to do? The Yao Clan will seriously skin you alive…"
Worry flashed in her eyes. Song Wanníng had been caught up in this without cause. But if she couldn't protect herself, she couldn't protect Song Wanníng either.