The Willow Deity Descends Again, Shaking the Douluo God Realm—How Dare a Bunch of False Gods Question the Supreme Immortal King? (3)

"No, wait a little longer..."

Qian Renxue bit down hard on her noble angelic red lips, a trace of resolve appearing on her face. Her beautiful eyes gazed complicatedly at Shi Hao, the youth in dragon robes standing above the great hall and looking down upon everyone.

She suddenly recalled what Shi Hao had told her back then: "If you truly feel wronged, I can make you empress as well..."

When she had first heard those words, she had been furious and felt deeply insulted.

But now, after witnessing the terrifying power behind that green willow branch, a faint expectation suddenly arose in her heart.

Yet that expectation vanished in an instant, and she immediately denied it within her heart. No, how could I, Qian Renxue, possibly be willing to become an empress? Shi Hao, just you wait. One day, I will reclaim everything that should have been mine...

Qian Renxue was tall and slender. Her pale yellow gauze dress clung tightly to her body, outlining her perfect figure. Her skin was as radiant as jade, her golden hair fluttered in the air, and her eyes were as clear as mountain springs.

Yet her beautiful face was filled with struggle and conflict, as though an intense battle were being waged deep within her heart.

Steadying herself, Qian Renxue took a deep breath and concealed her emotions within those profound eyes.

She turned to Snake Spear Douluo and Porcupinefish Douluo. "At present, Shi Hao's enemies are not us. His enemies are the Tang Sect, Shrek Academy, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. These three powers are also enemies of Spirit Hall. Therefore, the enemy of our enemy is our friend. If we can cooperate further, we may be able to uncover the origins of Shi Hao and the two mysterious experts behind him..."

Snake Spear Douluo Yu Long and Porcupinefish Douluo wore different expressions upon hearing this.

A trace of doubt and hesitation flashed through Yu Long's eyes, while a thoughtful look appeared on Porcupinefish Douluo's toad-like face.

Neither of them immediately objected. Clearly, they were weighing the pros and cons as well.

Just then, a sudden change occurred in the sky.

The emerald-green willow branch that had been gently swaying suddenly erupted with brilliant light, as though it had dyed the entire sky jade-green.

In an instant, the entire sky seemed to transform into a vast emerald lake, reflecting the faces of everyone below.

That radiance contained boundless vitality and infinite power. Everyone was rendered speechless by the sudden change.

Even the useless Yu Xiaogang and Ma Hongjun, tightly bound by iron wire, raised their heads to stare at the sky, their eyes filled with shock and terror.

The four heavily injured Tang Sect elders on the plaza also forgot about their wounds and stared wide-eyed at the change in the sky.

"Th-this... what kind of power is this?"

Titan spoke with difficulty, his voice trembling. He had clearly been frightened badly.

Bai He tightly closed his eyes, his face pale as paper. His right wing had been severed at the root by sword energy, and he had already lost the ability to fight again.

Even so, he could still sense the pressure descending from the heavens, filling him with suffocating fear.

Niu Gao and Yang Wudi remained silent as well, their eyes revealing deep helplessness and despair.

Before that overwhelming power, they felt incomparably tiny and powerless.

Even Dugu Bo, lying amid the ruins outside the plaza, forgot the pain of his injuries. His old face was deathly pale, and his battered body struggled to raise itself as he looked toward the phenomenon high in the sky.

In the heavens, the jade radiance emitted by the green willow branch gradually spread, dyeing the entire sky emerald green.

Under that light, Chen Xin's figure appeared exceptionally solitary. Standing atop the Seven Killings Sword, he hovered in the air, his body trembling slightly.

The pressure descending from above made him feel as if he were suffocating, as though an invisible mountain were pressing against his chest and leaving him almost unable to breathe.

The Seven Killings Sword trembled incessantly beneath Chen Xin's feet, as though voicing its master's hardship.

Chen Xin gripped the hilt tightly, veins bulging from both hands as he struggled desperately to endure. However, the pressure was simply too powerful, and his body began to descend slowly.

At last, he could not help spitting out a mouthful of blood. Staggering, he hastily clutched the Seven Killings Sword and descended from the sky.

Chen Xin returned to Ning Fengzhi's side, his face pale as paper and his aura weak.

"Uncle Sword, are you all right?"

Ning Fengzhi supported him, his eyes full of concern.

At the same time, Fairy Yuechan could not help stamping her foot and retreating hundreds of meters through the air.

She watched the phenomenon in the high sky from afar, her peerlessly beautiful face filled with solemnity and vigilance. Her white gauze dress fluttered in the wind, while the longsword at her waist glinted with a cold light, as though it could leave its sheath at any moment.

Fairy Yuechan was tall and slender, with jade-like skin and long hair drifting in the wind, adding to her ethereal beauty. Her eyes were as clear as mountain springs, carrying an aloof and chilly air.

As the dazzling emerald radiance gradually faded, the sky returned to its former tranquility and depth.

The pitch-black spatial rift from before also vanished without a trace, as though it had never existed.

Yet even after the light and the spatial rift had disappeared, a lingering pressure that set hearts racing still permeated the air, as though reminding everyone what earth-shattering change had just taken place.

Just then, a noble and beautiful figure descended gracefully. Unlike the others, she did not arrive by flight or a leap. Instead, she seemed to become one with heaven and earth, naturally appearing in midair.

Her bearing was elegant and composed. Every step seemed to tread upon the clouds, completely untouched by the constraints of gravity.

It was the Willow Deity. She stood upon empty air as though walking on solid ground, dressed in a white moon robe with fluttering sleeves, like a fairy untouched by the mortal world. Her figure was full and captivating, her curves exquisite, and her fair skin shone with a faint luster.

She was tall and seductive, wearing a silver divine crown that added to her nobility and majesty. Her two snow-white legs were long, straight, and utterly alluring.

The Willow Deity's face was peerlessly beautiful, like Chang'e descending from the moon palace. An extraordinary, otherworldly aura lingered between her brows, while her eyes were as deep as the sea, as though they could see through every secret hidden in one's heart.

When the Willow Deity appeared above the plaza of Tiandou Palace, the entire plaza fell into brief silence.

Everyone was stunned by her noble and beautiful figure, as though they had beheld the supreme ruler of heaven and earth.

Even battle-hardened, worldly figures such as Chen Xin, Gu Rong, and Ning Fengzhi could not help feeling inferior at this moment.

To Tang San, the Willow Deity's appearance was like a bolt from the blue. He had already been trapped in extreme shock and terror, and upon seeing that familiar, beautiful, and domineering figure, his entire body trembled. The intense pain from his left leg left him barely able to stand, and he ultimately collapsed onto the ground.

Tang San's dog-like eyes were wide with terror and unease. All traces of his former handsomeness and poise were gone. He now looked like nothing more than a useless wretch, both legs trembling without end.

"I-is that... her? The Willow Deity?"

Tang San's voice shook as he spoke, as though he could not believe his eyes. His blue hair was disheveled, and the expression on his face was twisted like that of a clown.

He no longer possessed his former arrogance or domineering bearing. All that remained was endless fear and despair.