The Willow Deity Descends Again, Shocking the Douluo God Realm—How Dare a Bunch of False Gods Question the Supreme Immortal King? (2)

Facing this sudden attack, Yang Wudi bore the brunt of it. The true form of the Soul-Breaking Spear in his hand collided with the sword qi, producing an earth-shattering boom.

Yet the force far exceeded his expectations. He only had time to hold the Soul-Breaking Spear across his body to block it, but the sword qi still blasted him backward. The spear's true form instantly collapsed, turning into specks of light that scattered through the air.

Bai He was unable to escape this calamity either. Though he was fast, he seemed utterly vulnerable before that sword qi.

The sword qi swept past his side and severed his right wing at the root. Blood stained his white feathers red. He let out a shrill scream and, unable to maintain his balance, fell from the sky.

Titan and Niu Gao suffered grievous injuries as well. Their massive bodies appeared just as frail before that sword qi.

Emerald-green sword qi slashed across their bodies, leaving deep wounds. Blood gushed out and dyed their tough skin red. The two only had time to roar before crashing heavily onto the ground, sending dust flying.

With a single strike, all four Tang Sect elders had been seriously wounded. Their bodies swayed unsteadily in the air, their faces pale as paper. Clearly, they had lost the strength to continue fighting.

Yet that green willow branch continued to sway gently in the air, radiating boundless vitality.

Seeing this, Fairy Yuechan, dressed in a white gauze gown and holding a longsword, narrowed her eyes. She finally realized that Shi Hao was not fighting alone. Behind him stood an even greater power supporting him.

At that moment, she became even more curious about Shi Hao's identity and origins.

After calling out "Willow Deity," Shi Hao seemed to become even calmer and more confident. Clad in a dragon robe, he stood atop the eaves of the great hall and looked down at the crowd below, a faint smile on his face, as though everything was under his control.

At that moment, Shi Hao was like a deity who controlled the entire world, inspiring an inexplicable sense of awe and respect.

"No... that's impossible..."

Having witnessed this scene firsthand, Tang San's pupils shrank to pinpoints, as though he wanted to carve everything before him into his heart. All color drained from his face, leaving only pallor and shock.

The green willow branch swayed gently in the air, forming a stark contrast with the pitch-black spatial rift. It was like a bizarre yet shocking painting. He had never seen such a sight before. That power, that aura, had already surpassed his understanding.

He could not imagine how powerful the person behind that willow branch was. What kind of existence could tear open space so easily and unleash such a devastating strike?

Tang San's body began to tremble slightly. It was fear, but also helplessness. He felt like a tiny ant facing an insurmountable chasm.

Zhao Wuji and Oscar beside him were likewise so stunned by this sudden turn of events that they could not speak. They stared wide-eyed at the green willow branch and the pitch-black spatial rift overhead.

Even Dai Mubai, lying on the ground, stared at the willow branch in the sky in disbelief. His face was red and swollen, but the shock and fear made him forget the pain in his face.

He widened his eyes, as though trying to etch everything into his mind. To him, that gently swaying green willow branch was like Death's scythe, capable of falling at any moment and taking his life.

"What is going on? Who exactly is that person? How could they seriously wound four Tang Sect elders with a single strike..."

After a moment, Oscar finally could not hold back any longer. Even his voice trembled, and his eyes were filled with confusion and unease.

The short, stout Zhao Wuji's face twitched as he said,

"The person behind this willow branch... could they be even more terrifying than Fairy Yuechan?"

His question received no response, because everyone present had fallen into deep fear and shock.

High in the sky, a lone figure floated in the air. It was the one-armed Jian Daochenxin.

He panted heavily, standing atop the Seven Killings Sword. His entire being seemed to have fused with the sword as they jointly endured the pressure descending from above. His gaze was locked tightly onto the green willow branch extending from the spatial rift, a mysterious power he had never seen before.

Chen Xin's face was full of astonishment, and his eyes revealed profound shock and reverence. His lone arm was clenched tightly, the muscles taut from excessive exertion, displaying his inner tension and agitation. His other, empty sleeve fluttered in the wind, as though telling of his past and perseverance.

That green willow branch swayed gently, radiating vigorous life, in stark contrast to the oppressive atmosphere around it.

As Chen Xin gazed at it, he seemed to see the existence of another world, a world filled with mystery and power.

After a moment, Chen Xin finally exclaimed in amazement, "It is unimaginable. What kind of powerful existence has descended upon this continent?" His voice echoed through the air, carrying deep respect and curiosity.

Below, Ning Fengzhi was supporting Gu Rong. Both looked up at the sky, at that solitary figure and the mysterious green willow branch, their faces likewise filled with shock and disbelief.

Ning Fengzhi felt the terrifying pressure descending from the sky. His body trembled slightly, as though that pressure could pass through the air and bear down directly upon him.

He could not help but say in utter shock, "Who exactly is that young man?" His voice was filled with doubt and inquiry, as though he were asking himself as much as Gu Rong beside him.

Gu Rong did not answer. His eyes were also full of confusion and bewilderment.

At this moment, as that mysterious willow branch descended, every corner of the plaza was immersed in its invisible yet immense pressure.

In one corner of the plaza, Qian Renxue, Snake Spear Douluo, and Porcupinefish Douluo had originally been spying in secret, but now they could no longer conceal their shock.

The three stared at the gently swaying green willow branch in the sky, their faces filled with disbelief.

Qian Renxue wore a pale yellow gauze dress. Her skin was as flawless as jade, her golden hair drifted in the wind, and her gaze was clear. At this moment, her eyes were filled with doubt and curiosity, as though she wanted to see through the secret behind that willow branch.

Her beauty and elegance became even more captivating amid her shock, making people unable to help but be drawn to her expression.

Snake Spear Douluo Yu Long wore a solemn expression. He held a long snake spear, its tip gleaming with cold light. Yet at this moment, he felt an indescribable pressure descend upon him, making him doubt his own strength.

As he stared at the green willow branch in the sky, it was as though he saw a chasm he could never cross.

Shock also appeared on Porcupinefish Douluo's toad-like face. His eyes were wide open, as though he wanted to carve everything before him into his heart. A low gurgling sound came from his throat, clearly showing that he was far from calm.

He had always been eccentric and ruthless, but before that green willow branch, he felt an irresistible fear.

"What is going on? Could it be that, besides Fairy Yuechan, another powerful expert is protecting this young man?"

Snake Spear Douluo Yu Long finally could not help speaking. His voice was low and hoarse, as though he were talking to himself.

Porcupinefish Douluo nodded as well, a bitter smile appearing on his toad-like face. "This is too terrifying. Fairy Yuechan alone is already beyond our ability to deal with. Now another mysterious expert has appeared. Young Mistress, should we retreat quickly?"