Shi Hao Uses a Willow Branch to Perform the Grass Character Sword Art, Tang San, You Still Want Blue Silver Entanglement?

Watching several figures rush toward him, Shi Hao's face, as noble as that of a heavenly god, showed not the slightest fear. Facing the imminent attacks, the corners of his lips curled into an arrogant smile.

"Good..." he said softly, his voice brimming with endless confidence and composure.

At that instant, everything around them seemed to freeze. The air was thick with tension, starkly contrasting with Shi Hao's calm demeanor and the attacks about to arrive.

The next second, Shi Hao suddenly extended his right hand. Everyone saw a jade-green willow branch quietly appear in his palm.

The willow branch was crystal-clear, as though it contained boundless vitality. It swayed gently, giving off a fresh aura that sharply contrasted with the surrounding tension.

At the same time, Shi Hao's noble dragon robe fluttered loudly in the air. The golden dragons embroidered upon it seemed ready to soar into the sky, reflecting one another with Fairy Yuechan's purple spirit body to form a magnificent sight.

His figure appeared even taller and straighter beneath the sunlight, like an invincible war god.

Watching the Netherworld White Tiger charge over first, Shi Hao's gaze sharpened. He fiercely swung the willow branch in his hand and took the initiative to meet it, letting out a thunderous roar in midair.

Immediately afterward, dazzling sword energy burst from the tip of the willow branch like a jade-green bolt of lightning tearing across the heavens.

"Grass Character Sword Art..."

Following Shi Hao's shout, the sword energy traced an elegant arc through the air and shot straight at the Netherworld White Tiger.

This was one of the three great sword arts from Perfect World. A single willow branch could cleave through the sun, moon, and stars. Its power was enough to make any enemy tremble in fear.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the air itself was torn apart, producing a piercing shriek.

Although the Netherworld White Tiger was enormous and agile, it seemed somewhat powerless before this strike. It tried to evade the sword energy, but it was simply too fast to avoid.

The sword energy then lashed heavily against the Netherworld White Tiger's body. Amid a deafening boom, the massive creature instantly lost its balance and tumbled through the air.

A deep sword mark was left across its fur, blood pouring out and staining its dark-blue coat red.

After landing the blow, Shi Hao did not stop. Wielding the willow branch, he moved like the wind and flashed through the air. The mysteries of the Kunpeng Extreme Speed Art brought him above the Netherworld White Tiger's head in an instant.

The willow branch in his hand swung again, and sword energy even sharper than before condensed into being, streaking across the heavens like a brilliant meteor.

Carrying the momentum to destroy everything, that sword energy lashed heavily against the Netherworld White Tiger's head.

The sword energy collided with the Netherworld White Tiger's skull with a deafening crash. Its huge body trembled violently in midair, its eyes filled with pain and—

Its life force rapidly drained away at that moment, like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to go out at any time.

The Netherworld White Tiger let out one final wail. Along with that cry, its enormous body began to collapse and dissipate in midair.

Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing also suffered severe backlash at that moment.

They were instantly forced back into their original forms and fell from the sky, one to the left and one to the right.

Dai Mubai's face was pale as paper, and his eyes had lost their former spirit. A streak of bright-red blood ran from the corner of his mouth, dripping down his chin and drawing horrifying red lines through the air. His hair was disheveled, and he looked utterly miserable.

Zhu Zhuqing was no better off. Her eyes were tightly shut, her delicate face equally pale. Blood also seeped from the corner of her mouth as her alluring body fell helplessly through the air, like a kite with its string cut.

Yet even at this critical moment, Shi Hao had no intention of letting them go.

Shi Hao moved and appeared directly beside Dai Mubai. He grabbed a fistful of his messy blond hair, then raised his hand and repeatedly slapped Dai Mubai across the face. Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

Every slap rang out loudly enough to make hearts tremble.

Dai Mubai's face rapidly swelled beneath Shi Hao's palm. His eyes were filled with rage and humiliation. He tried to struggle and resist, but Shi Hao's strength was simply too great for him to break free.

"Awooo! Awooo! Awooo! Awooo! Awooo..."

Dai Mubai's miserable cries rang through the air one after another, full of pain and unwillingness, making everyone's hearts tighten.

When Feng Xiaotian and Huo Wu saw Shi Hao humiliating Dai Mubai, the anger in their hearts erupted like a volcano.

In an instant, dozens of wind blades and several massive fireballs from Huo Wu's Blazing Sun howled toward Shi Hao at once. These attacks ripped through the sky, carrying whistling winds and scorching heatwaves. The air ignited wherever they passed, forming dazzling trails of fire.

Yet in the face of this overwhelming barrage, Shi Hao remained exceptionally composed. He gripped Dai Mubai's blond hair in one hand while continuing to slap Dai Mubai's face with the other.

His gaze was cold, without the slightest trace of fear. At the moment the attacks approached, he flashed away, using the Kunpeng Extreme Speed Art to leave behind a golden afterimage in the air.

That golden afterimage was like a streak of golden lightning, rapidly shifting positions in midair.

Every shift perfectly evaded the wind blades and fireballs. Those attacks exploded behind him in bursts of dazzling light and thunderous booms, yet he moved with effortless ease, as though taking a leisurely stroll.

Shi Hao's figure traced elegant arcs through the air. His movements seemed casual, yet they contained a wondrous rhythm, as though they harmonized with the laws of heaven and earth.

He continued to clutch Dai Mubai's blond hair, slapping him while evading the attacks. The domineering aura radiating from him made everyone present feel their hearts pound.

When Feng Xiaotian, Huo Wu, and Oscar drew near, they witnessed a shocking scene.

Dai Mubai's face had swollen beyond recognition. His originally handsome features were now utterly mangled. His dog-like eyes were wide open, tears sliding down from their corners and mixing with the blood at his mouth. It was simply too miserable to look at.

"Boss Dai..."

Just then, a grief-stricken cry cut through the air. It was Tang San's voice.

He had been preparing to rescue the useless Yu Xiaogang and Ma Hongjun with Zhao Wuji when he happened to see Dai Mubai's pitifully swollen face.

Tang San's expression became exceedingly ferocious in that instant. He bared his teeth and let out a roar, his body trembling slightly with rage. His blue hair danced in the wind like the mane of an enraged lion.

He saw the helpless pain in Dai Mubai's eyes. He saw his former bravery and dignity being trampled to pieces at this very moment.

Tang San's heart bled. He wanted to fly into the air to save Dai Mubai and seek justice for him, but his injuries were too severe and his soul power was overly depleted. He could no longer use any other soul skills.

Gritting his teeth, Tang San could only use his signature soul skill once more: Blue Silver Grass, Entanglement.

He took a deep breath and stirred up the last remnants of soul power within his body.

A faint blue glow began to shine from Tang San's hands. As his soul power surged, thick stalks of Blue Silver Grass began to grow around him.

More than a dozen thick strands of Blue Silver Grass moved like spirit serpents, twisting and stretching through the air as they coiled toward Shi Hao.

PS: The female lead, Willow Deity, will appear soon. Fairy Yuechan will move into the imperial palace, and Ye Qingxian will appear later as well, so everyone, don't be impatient...