Willow Deity Once Again Brutally Torments Tang San; Asura God's Fury, Determined to Stand Up for Tang San (1, Please Subscribe)

"Willow Deity? Is this woman?"

Oscar's voice trembled slightly, and the sausage in his hand shook along with it, as though it had sensed the fear in his heart.

He could not help taking a step back. It seemed as though an invisible pressure was pressing against his chest, leaving him almost unable to breathe.

Zhao Wuji, the Immovable Bright King, also wore a grave expression. Tilting his head back, he stared at the stunning figure standing in the void like the supreme ruler of heaven and earth. His eyes were filled with awe and shock, as if he were looking upon a god.

He could not help saying, "This woman's presence is far too powerful. Even Bibi Dong, the Pope of Spirit Hall, is nowhere near her equal. Little San, perhaps we can't take down Shi Hao today."

Zhao Wuji's words were filled with helplessness and unwillingness. He knew that before the Willow Deity, his strength was not even worth mentioning.

At the same time, Tang San's face trembled with rage. Just as he was about to speak, his left leg suddenly spasmed violently, and piercing pain spread through his entire body.

He lost his footing and fell flat on the ground, landing right on top of the bruised and swollen Dai Mubai.

"Argh..."

Dai Mubai let out a howl, his face instantly turning deathly pale, as if a mountain had crushed down on him. His body shook without pause, as though he might collapse at any moment.

Dai Mubai no longer possessed his usual arrogance and swagger. He was merely an ordinary man facing the fear and helplessness of death.

"What's going on?"

Tang San, sprawled atop Dai Mubai, was equally bewildered. He could not understand why he had suddenly fallen for no reason.

He raised his head, only to meet the Willow Deity's icy gaze. His heart instantly clenched, as if an invisible hand had seized it.

He recalled how a mere gesture from the Willow Deity had made him collapse to the ground and tremble. His doglike eyes widened in terror, as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

Tang San no longer had his former pride or confidence. He felt even his soul trembling, as though the Willow Deity might erase him at any moment.

"Little San, Little San, get up quickly! You're crushing me—I can't breathe..."

Dai Mubai howled miserably, his voice full of pain and helplessness. His tongue hung out as he panted like a dog, as though he might suffocate at any moment.

Seeing this, Oscar and Zhao Wuji hurried forward to help Tang San up.

Although Oscar's face remained pale, the fear in his eyes had faded considerably. With trembling steps, he walked to Tang San's side, stretched out his hands, and pulled Tang San off Dai Mubai.

Zhao Wuji also stepped forward with a grave expression. His gaze never left the beautiful yet domineering figure in the air, as though he feared she might suddenly attack.

He extended his large hand, placed it on Tang San's shoulder, and forcefully helped him up.

As he did so, he did not forget to ask in a low voice, "Little San, are you all right?"

With the support of the two men, Tang San finally regained his footing. His face was somewhat pale, and the pain in his left leg still tormented him.

At that moment, the Willow Deity's tall figure flickered gently in the void. It was as though she had crossed the barriers of time and space, appearing above the tallest hall in an instant.

Her arrival seemed to silence the entire world.

Fairy Yuechan also watched that stunning and domineering figure from afar, a trace of complexity flashing through her eyes. She wore a white gauze dress, its hem fluttering gently, making her look like a fairy maiden from the moon palace.

Her figure was slender and graceful, her skin crystalline like jade with a faint luster, while her long dark hair cascaded like a waterfall and drifted in the wind, adding even more to her ethereal beauty.

Yet when her gaze fell upon the Willow Deity, she felt an invisible pressure bearing down on her, as though a shapeless mountain weighed upon her heart and nearly left her unable to breathe.

She knew that the Willow Deity's strength far surpassed her own. This was an existence she could not contend with.

The Willow Deity stood six foot three, much taller than Shi Hao. Standing beside him, she was like a guardian deity.

Her face was exquisitely beautiful, her tall and sensual figure accentuated by slender, long legs. Like a goddess descended from her altar, she carried an otherworldly aura between her brows.

When the Willow Deity appeared at Shi Hao's side, an indescribable sense of reassurance immediately surged within him.

Dressed in a dragon robe, he looked handsome and noble, yet at that moment, he was like a child who had found someone to rely on, his eyes shining with trust and dependence.

He hurriedly greeted her with a smile, cupping his hands. "Teacher, you're here..."

The Willow Deity's gaze lightly swept over Shi Hao. That single glance seemed to pierce through a thousand years, containing endless meaning. She nodded faintly, the movement so slight it was nearly imperceptible, yet an invisible force seemed to spread with it, plunging the entire imperial palace square into an inexplicable silence.

Then she slowly spoke. Her voice was not loud, yet it reached every ear with perfect clarity. "Everyone, withdraw."

Those two words seemed to carry a magical power, drifting through the air like ripples spreading across still water.

At that moment, time itself seemed to freeze, and everyone in the imperial palace square felt an unprecedented pressure.

Ning Fengzhi, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Master who had always remained calm and composed, could not help feeling turmoil stir within his heart upon hearing those words.

He gave the Willow Deity a long look, his eyes filled with reverence and helplessness. He knew this woman was stronger than them by an unimaginable margin. Her existence was no longer something they could oppose.

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo felt an even deeper sense of powerlessness. They had once believed themselves to be among the strongest in this world, but before the Willow Deity, they realized just how insignificant their strength was.

They knew that after today, this world would no longer be the world they had known.

Ning Fengzhi reacted the fastest. He immediately said, "Since that is the case, we will not disturb you, Senior. We hope you can protect this Stone Emperor, and also protect the Tiandou Empire." His voice carried a trace of pleading and reverence, as though he were praying to a god.

After saying that, Ning Fengzhi immediately turned around. His movements were decisive and swift, as if he did not wish to remain here for another moment.

Chen Xin and Gu Rong followed close behind, both wearing grave and uneasy expressions.

After taking a few steps, Ning Fengzhi suddenly noticed that Ning Rongrong was still standing there in a daze, staring fixedly at the Willow Deity as though she had been deeply captivated by something.

Ning Fengzhi's heart tightened. He knew this was not a place Ning Rongrong could involve herself in, so he hurried forward and patted her shoulder.

"Rongrong, retreat quickly. Today's matter ends here."

Ning Fengzhi's voice carried urgency and concern, as though he were warning her to flee from danger.