The crazy uncle-master went on a killing spree, and the whole sect was burned to death!

Chapter 734 Dragon Clan Suppresses Space
"You, on the other hand, are more useful alive!"

A hint of disdain flashed in the clan leader's eyes; she had never thought much of the third son.

He's mediocre, timid, and has accomplished nothing in his life, yet he still dares to dream of becoming a swan—truly a toad lusting after a swan.

The clan chief picked up Song Wanning and casually tossed her aside.

The stone behind me seemed to remain the same, but the oppressive feeling had quietly dissipated.

Song Wanning frowned slightly, and began to make plans in her mind.

The main body was now very close and lay in ambush.

In the event of danger or any opportunity, the main body will arrive as quickly as possible.

After all, creating clones is extremely difficult, and we must not give up easily.

After waiting for about fifteen minutes, a figure finally arrived from a distance.

The man looked travel-worn, yet still exuded a free and unrestrained air.

With his handsome face and elegant demeanor, he was several levels above the elder.

"You finally came!"

When the clan chief saw him arrive, he immediately stood up and glared at him resentfully.

"You're so slow, I've been waiting for ages."

The chieftain nestled into the man's arms and climbed onto his neck, looking incredibly skilled.

The man then placed his hand on her waist, lifted her chin, and gave her a deep kiss.

Song Wanning's eyelids twitched, especially at the sight of the two men's improper hands, which were still groping around...

The hairs on her body stood on end again; if the occasion hadn't been so inappropriate, the two of them probably would have started fighting.

How shameless!

However... that man was clearly not from the Yao family; his features did not resemble the Yao family at all.

It seems that this clan leader is going to break the Yao family's rules and be with a man from another family.

Finally, the two, who had been cuddling together, separated and gradually approached Song Wanning.

When the man saw Song Wanning's appearance, he was clearly stunned for a moment.

"Is this the dragon race?" he asked.

"Yes, the curse on the stone has been lifted, we can go in now!"

The clan leader smiled wickedly, his eyes full of smugness.

Seeing this, the man pinched her waist and led her to the stone.

The chieftain carefully pushed the stone.

Song Wanning looked back and saw the stone being pushed little by little, but strangely, the part that was pushed away seemed to disappear into the void.

Is there space for folding here?

She didn't even notice!
Song Wanning's brows furrowed. No wonder there was no aura of an array here, yet everything could be concealed; it turned out to be a spatial folding technique.

It seems my understanding of space is still too shallow; I didn't even notice it...

The stone was moved little by little until the last bit disappeared into the void, and then a spatial gate appeared before them.

A rich spatial quality floats in the air.

The clan leader's eyes lit up, and he became even more impatient.

The man beside her also looked on with anticipation.

They finally opened the door!
"Our ancestors' records were indeed correct!!"

The clan chief grabbed Song Wanning and led her through the door.

The man followed behind, and the three of them passed through the spatial gate together.

In the blink of an eye, the three of them appeared on a black wasteland.

Everywhere was filled with a dense, malevolent aura, devoid of any sign of life.

Song Wanning recognized where she was with just one glance.

"It's actually a place of exile?"

The clan chief recognized him and was stunned for a moment.

She had been to the place of exile before, and it looked exactly the same as the one before her.

"This isn't the place of exile; it must be a separate space that was carved out. Perhaps that dragon bastard cut off a piece of space from the place of exile back then..."

The man pondered for a moment before speaking. This is a confined space, and it certainly seems to share the same aura as the place of exile.

"Hmph, who cares where he got it from, it can't stop us now!"

"Let's hurry, or we'll be discovered here."

The clan leader was excited. She gripped the Immortal Binding Rope tightly and carried Song Wanning around in the space.

The man was also excited, striding around the space, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings.

Song Wanning followed the whole time, her eyes full of doubt.

What exactly are they looking for?
Could it be a treasure of the dragon race?

After all, the door was opened with her blood in the first place, so the most likely candidate is a dragon's treasure.

Thinking this, she began searching as well.

But all that could be seen was wasteland, and apart from the suffocating sense of oppression and malevolent energy, there wasn't a single hair to be seen.

After searching around and around, the expressions on their faces changed.

His previously excited face turned very ugly.

"Where's the stuff? I can't see it."

"Our ancestors clearly said it was right here!!"

The clan chief was getting anxious.

The baby is right in front of me, but I can't find it anywhere.

The man pondered for a moment and said, "Don't rush. Since you said the item is here, it must be here."

"But that's a rare treasure, how could it be found so easily?"

We need to be more patient.

He comforted the clan chief, and the two resumed their search.

Round after round, the two searched for days, but still found nothing.

Now, even the men couldn't sit still.

"What exactly happened? Are the records of our ancestors all lies?"

The clan chief's eyes turned red, filled with resentment.

The man's gaze, however, silently fell upon Song Wanning.

Song Wanning felt a chill run down her spine from the stare and secretly thought to herself that something was wrong.

Sure enough, the next second, the man suggested, "Since it's a treasure suppressed by the dragons, let the dragons come and find it."

"Perhaps we'll find something!"

Upon hearing this, the clan chief suddenly looked at Song Wanning, "You mean you want her to come?"

"How to do it?"

Her eyes also turned dangerous. She had brought Song Wanning in just in case, and she would naturally be happy if she could use her.

The clan chief grasped at a glimmer of hope, and his eyes lit up again.

"If the dragons suppress it, then the dragons' will might still exist here."

The man stared at Song Wanning with ill intent, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "If he saw something happen to his junior, he would definitely show up..."

"At that time, we will naturally be able to find the treasure's whereabouts!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the clan leader walked over to Song Wanning.

Without saying a word, he thrust his sword directly into her heart.

The movements were swift and decisive, without any hesitation.

Song Wanning tried to resist but failed, and was directly stabbed in the chest by a sword.

"puff--"

She spat out a mouthful of blood, her heart sank, and she quietly crushed the pill in her hand.

An invisible medicinal powder spread out and mixed into the surrounding air.

The two were completely oblivious, staring intently at Song Wanning's bleeding appearance.

"you--"

Song Wanning was furious and clutched her chest in pain. Before she could finish speaking, the clan leader stabbed her again with his sword.

She possesses the cultivation level of a peak Celestial Immortal; dealing with a Human Immortal would be a piece of cake for her!