The Willow Deity Descends Once More, Shocking the Douluo God Realm—How Dare a Bunch of Pseudo-Gods Question a Supreme Immortal King? (I)

Seeing the dozen or so twisted, stretching blades of Blue Silver Grass around Tang San, Shi Hao froze for a moment before a mocking, disdainful smile appeared on his face.

"Tang San, Tang San, are you trying to make me laugh myself to death? Still using Blue Silver Entanglement..."

As his words fell, the Blue Silver Grass withered and went limp the instant it touched his body, as though it had encountered some terrifying power.

Shi Hao had not even used any Divine Technique. The mere aura radiating from his body had deprived the Blue Silver Grass of its vitality.

With a casual wave of his hand, the Blue Silver Grass shattered into powder in midair and scattered with the wind.

Having done all this, Shi Hao seemed to lose interest. He casually tossed out Dai Mubai, who was already barely clinging to life and looked like a mangy yellow dog.

His movement was effortless and casual, as though he had merely thrown away a useless dog.

Dai Mubai's body traced an arc through the air as it flew toward Tang San.

At that moment, Oscar, his wings spread behind him, moved. Like a nimble bird, he swept through the air in an arc, accurately appearing beneath Dai Mubai and catching him steadily with both hands.

Oscar's face was filled with worry and guilt. Looking at Dai Mubai's horribly swollen face, pain and self-reproach flashed through his eyes.

"Third Brother, Shi Hao is far too powerful. We're no match for him."

Oscar's voice was low and trembling, every word filled with helplessness and frustration.

Yet Tang San seemed not to hear Oscar at all. His gaze was fixed firmly on Shi Hao in the air, cold light flickering in his eyes. His lips were pressed into a tight line, as though suppressing the fury and unwillingness in his heart.

"Shi Hao, you were careless..."

Tang San spoke slowly, his voice icy and resolute, every word seemingly squeezed out through clenched teeth.

As his words fell, the previously calm air suddenly erupted into turmoil.

Yang Wudi's figure shot across the sky like lightning. The Soul-Breaking Spear True Form in his hand bloomed with dazzling radiance, as though illuminating the entire square.

The seven-meter-long Soul-Breaking Spear True Form roared toward Shi Hao with unstoppable momentum and sharp spear light. The air was torn apart in its wake, producing shrill whistling sounds.

At the same time, Titan and Niu Gao unleashed their powerful sixth soul skills.

Like two small mountains, they attacked Shi Hao from the left and right.

Titan's body became as indestructible as an iron tower.

Niu Gao transformed into a massive rock beast, each step making the earth quake and the mountains tremble.

Bai He also flapped his wings and charged at Shi Hao head-on. He moved as fast as lightning, leaving afterimages in the air. His attack was sharp and deadly, as though he intended to crush Shi Hao in a single blow.

Faced with the sudden assault of the four Tang Sect elders, Shi Hao showed not the slightest hint of panic.

Instead, the corners of his lips curled into an unfathomable smile, as if he had anticipated everything long ago.

The instant Yang Wudi's dazzling Soul-Breaking Spear True Form came charging at him, Shi Hao moved.

His figure became ghostlike, leaving a faint golden afterimage in the air—the distinctive trace of the Kunpeng Extreme-Speed Movement. In that instant, he seemed to merge with the wind itself, reaching an unimaginable speed.

The tip of the Soul-Breaking Spear whistled past with fierce spear light and howling wind, but it struck only the afterimage. Shi Hao's true body had already vanished from where he stood.

At that moment, even the air seemed to freeze. Only the Soul-Breaking Spear trembled in midair, emitting a low hum.

The next instant, Shi Hao's figure streaked across the sky like a beam of golden light, reappearing above the towering great hall.

As the golden light faded, it revealed his handsome, upright figure. He stood there and looked down at everyone below like an undefeated war god.

Bai He followed closely behind. Fast as lightning, he beat his wings and drew graceful arcs through the air. His gaze was as sharp as a blade, fixed on Shi Hao's every movement as he sought an opening to deliver a fatal blow.

Seeing that their strike had missed, Titan and Niu Gao paused briefly in midair.

Their enormous bodies, like two small mountains, charged toward Shi Hao once more with devastating power. The air let out sharp explosive booms beneath their impact, displaying the might of this attack.

This time, facing the siege of four powerful opponents, Shi Hao did not evade again. He stood quietly atop the great hall, allowing the fierce wind to whip his dragon robe and black hair. There was neither fear nor panic in his eyes, only determination and resolve.

At that moment, Fairy Yuechan, who had just defeated Chen Xin and had not yet withdrawn her Ten Heavenly Caves Spirit Body, suddenly changed expression.

Seeing Shi Hao in danger, her heart tightened. Even this lofty fairy revealed a grave expression at that moment.

She drew the emerald-green longsword at her waist. Its blade shone with a cold, clear light, as though condensed from moonlight.

With a flash of her figure, she was about to rush to Shi Hao's side.

Yet just as Fairy Yuechan was about to act, Shi Hao suddenly raised his head toward the heavens. A smile appeared on his face, his eyes filled with profound resolve and anticipation.

He spread his arms as though he wished to embrace the entire sky.

Then Shi Hao shouted, "Willow Deity!"

As his cry rang out, the entire sky suddenly darkened.

Although a trace of doubt flashed through the hearts of Yang Wudi, Titan, Niu Gao, and Bai He upon sensing the change, their movements did not pause in the slightest.

In their eyes, this was the perfect opportunity to deliver a fatal blow to Shi Hao. They would not allow themselves any hesitation.

Yang Wudi's Soul-Breaking Spear True Form was already less than ten meters from Shi Hao when, at that critical moment, an inexplicable pressure descended from the sky and enveloped the entire imperial palace.

Everyone felt a suffocating pressure bear down on them, as though an invisible hand had seized their throats.

Then, a massive black spatial rift tore open in the sky. As though space and time themselves had been ripped apart, it appeared soundlessly above everyone's heads.

The pitch-black spatial rift was filled with endless darkness and an aura of mystery, inspiring deep fear and helplessness.

At the center of that spatial rift, a green willow branch slowly descended from the heavens. It was crystalline and translucent, radiating the aura of life.

The willow branch swayed gently, releasing a fresh fragrance that stood in stark contrast to the tense atmosphere around it.

"This is..."

Fairy Yuechan, dressed in white, revealed a look of astonishment in her beautiful eyes. She could sense the immense power of that pressure and the mysterious force contained within the green willow branch.

At that moment, the green willow branch flicked lightly, and a brilliant sword qi burst forth from its tip.

Like a jade-green bolt of lightning tearing through the heavens, the sword qi charged at the four Tang Sect elders with the momentum to destroy everything.