Willow Deity Brutally Beats Tang San Again, the Asura God's Fury, and His Decision to Stand Up for Tang San (2, Please Subscribe)

Ning Rongrong, dressed in a light green gauze dress, looked like a fairy among the trees. Her flaxen hair drifted gently in the breeze, gleaming with a soft luster. She had originally been drawn in by Willow Deity's extraordinary, otherworldly aura, as though her soul had been hooked away by the brightest star in the deep night sky, unable to tear her gaze away for a long while.

It was not until Ning Fengzhi gently patted her shoulder that she snapped out of it and came back to her senses.

She looked at Ning Fengzhi, a trace of confusion flashing through her eyes, as if she had not yet fully recovered from the shock.

Ning Fengzhi looked at her, his eyes full of concern and urgency. He knew that this operation was far too dangerous for Ning Rongrong, and they had to leave as soon as possible.

"Rongrong, retreat now." Ning Fengzhi's voice was low and forceful, carrying an unquestionable resolve.

Ning Rongrong froze slightly. Then, seeing the urgency in Ning Fengzhi's eyes, she instinctively nodded and turned to leave with him.

However, after taking only a few steps, she suddenly stopped and turned back, pointing toward Tang San, Oscar, and Zhao Wuji. "But... but Tang San, Oscar, and Dai Mubai are still over there, aren't they?"

Her voice trembled with unease, as though she were worried for her friends.

Ning Fengzhi looked at her, and his heart softened. He knew that Ning Rongrong was close to Tang San and the others. Asking her to abandon her friends and leave alone at such a moment was indeed asking too much.

However, he understood even more clearly just how dire the situation was. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had to make its stance clear as soon as possible. Otherwise, if they were labeled enemies by the Stone Emperor, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect might truly be destroyed.

Thus, he took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound calmer.

"Rongrong, we can't worry about that now," Ning Fengzhi said. "This Willow Deity who appeared later is even stronger than Fairy Yuechan from before. Even if all of us joined forces, we would not be her match. Don't worry. A powerhouse like her certainly cannot be commanded by Spirit Hall. So long as Tang San and the elders of the Tang Sect are willing to make concessions, I believe Senior Willow Deity will not make things difficult for them. Let's withdraw first."

As he spoke, he gently stroked Ning Rongrong's head, his gaze full of fatherly affection and indulgence.

Feeling her father's concern and determination, Ning Rongrong was still worried, but she knew this was not the time to be stubborn.

She gritted her teeth, forced herself to look away, and quickly left with Ning Fengzhi.

The people of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect retreated extremely quickly. Like a gust of wind sweeping across the plaza, they vanished from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.

After them, some Shrek Academy students also withdrew from the plaza. The invisible pressure made their hearts pound with fear. No one dared meet Willow Deity's gaze, afraid that a single misstep would bring about disaster.

The atmosphere in the plaza became increasingly oppressive and heavy, as if dark clouds had settled over everyone's hearts.

Tang San, Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Zhao Wuji were still standing there in a daze. They had been on the verge of rescuing Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang and Ma Hongjun, but Willow Deity's sudden arrival made them too afraid to continue.

Just then, a fierce wind swept over from afar and arrived beside them in an instant.

Feng Xiaotian looked at them solemnly and said urgently, "Everyone, leave quickly. If we don't go now, it'll be too late. You saw it too—Willow Deity is far too powerful. She's simply not someone we can handle. Even Sect Master Ning has retreated, and Prince Xue Beng left with him!"

Hearing Feng Xiaotian's urgent, anxious words, the short and stout Zhao Wuji's expression darkened. He nodded gravely. The honest smile that normally hung on his round face had completely disappeared, replaced by unprecedented solemnity and heaviness.

"He's right, Little San." Zhao Wuji's voice was deep and forceful, each word seeming to squeeze out from between his teeth. "Where there's life, there's hope. With our current strength, we are simply not capable of contending with Willow Deity. Once we find out where Willow Deity and Fairy Yuechan came from, it won't be too late to come back and rescue the Grandmaster."

As he spoke, his gaze involuntarily drifted toward the towering hall in the distance.

Above the hall, Willow Deity's tall, alluring figure stood like an insurmountable mountain, radiating invisible pressure.

Even from so far away, Zhao Wuji could still feel the suffocating sensation brought by that pressure.

Tang San, meanwhile, had completely lost his previous dominance and confidence. He stood there trembling, his gaze somewhat vacant as he stared at Willow Deity above the hall.

In his eyes, Willow Deity was like a lofty god—supreme and inviolable. Every glance and every movement of hers seemed to contain endless profundity and power.

Tang San only felt like a leaf in a violent storm, liable to be torn to pieces by that overwhelming power at any moment.

"Th-then... all right. Let's retreat."

Tang San's voice was trembling and weak, as if he were talking to himself. He seemed to have completely lost his resolve and courage, able only to follow Zhao Wuji and Feng Xiaotian's lead and choose to retreat.

As he said this, Tang San could not help looking in the direction where Yu Xiaogang and Ma Hongjun were.

Yu Xiaogang and Ma Hongjun were still tightly bound by the huge iron net, unable to move. Dozens of soldiers gripped the net tightly around them, leaving the two with no chance to use their soul skills.

Yu Xiaogang clutched his flat-topped head, his dog-like eyes wide as if they were about to pop from their sockets. His face was filled with terror and despair, as though he had already foreseen the miserable fate awaiting him.

Ma Hongjun, meanwhile, was pale. Beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down from his forehead. His eyes were filled with helplessness and pleading, as if he were begging Tang San and the others to save him.

Seeing this, Tang San's heart felt as though it had been pierced by needles. He knew he could not simply abandon the Grandmaster and Fatty, but faced with Willow Deity's immense strength and majesty, he truly lacked the courage to risk rescuing them.

Thus, from dozens of meters away, he could only shout, "Teacher! Fatty! I'll come save you next time..."

Tang San's gaze lingered on Yu Xiaogang and Ma Hongjun's despairing, miserable faces for only an instant before he forced himself to look away, turned around, and retreated with Feng Xiaotian.

His steps were unsteady, and he did not even bother with Dai Mubai lying on the ground.

Fortunately, Oscar had not left immediately. When he saw Dai Mubai's swollen face and pained expression, his heart tightened. Without the slightest hesitation, he reached out and helped Dai Mubai up.

"Boss Dai, how are you? Can you still hold on?"

Oscar asked anxiously.

Dai Mubai nodded with difficulty, indicating that he could still endure.

Then, supported by Oscar, he struggled to his feet. Though the pain in his face was unbearable, he still gritted his teeth and held on.

Seeing this, Oscar immediately took out a sausage from his soul tool. This was no ordinary sausage, but the product of his third soul skill—Copycat Image Sausage.

He quickly swallowed the sausage, and a pair of flaming wings immediately appeared behind his back.

Without hesitation, Oscar carried Dai Mubai onto his back. He knew Dai Mubai could no longer walk by himself, and he had to get him out of here as soon as possible.

As the flaming wings flapped, they kicked up fierce winds and scorching waves of air. Carrying the beaten and swollen-faced Dai Mubai, Oscar quickly flew into the distance.

Yu Xiaogang and Ma Hongjun, still bound by the iron net, grew even more frantic when they saw this. They struggled without cease, trying to break free, but it was all in vain.

"Third Brother, don't go! Save me! Save me..."

Ma Hongjun cried out tearfully. His fat face had twisted beyond recognition, covered in a complete mess of tears and snot.

Yu Xiaogang also kept smashing his flat-topped head against the iron net, his eyes bloodshot as he shouted, "Little San, Little San, don't forget your teacher! Come back quickly!"

His voice had already become hoarse, as though he might collapse at any moment.

Yet the cries of these two men could not stop Tang San and the others. They could only watch helplessly as the group moved farther and farther away, eventually disappearing from sight.

Under Willow Deity's pressure, it did not take long for everyone from the Tang Sect, Shrek Academy, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to retreat. Even Flender and Liu Erlong, who were known together with the cowardly fool Yu Xiaogang as the Golden Triangle, were quickly taken away by the Shrek Academy students.

At that moment, Yu Xiaogang was utterly desperate. His robber-like face twisted as he shouted.

"Why? Why? I am the Imperial Preceptor of the Tiandou Empire..."

Above the hall, Willow Deity still stood there.

She calmly watched everything unfold in the plaza. There was not a ripple on her noble face, as if everything remained under her control.

Willow Deity was tall and slender, her hair drifting in the wind as though it possessed life. Her features were exquisitely beautiful, and wisdom gleamed in her eyes. Her elegant, transcendent aura made her seem as though she did not belong in this world.

She wore a light green moon robe, its hem fluttering gently like a blooming flower. A silk sash of the same color was tied around her waist, making her slender, graceful figure stand out even more.

Her beautiful legs appeared and disappeared beneath her long dress, like a pair carved from jade. She wore green embroidered shoes, adding even more to her refined and otherworldly air.