Even a powerhouse like the Sword Valley’s master, who dominated his era and reached the pinnacle of sword dao, was shattered into pieces, meeting his end here.
The ruthless and formidable leader of the Flood Dragon Clan, who had crushed all challengers, was now reduced to pulp, his body obliterated.
Such figures falling one after another sent shockwaves through the crowd, filling many with terror. The sheer might of the Willow God made the gathered sect leaders pale in fear.
This was truly horrifying. These were titans of their domains, prodigies of the ages, beings who had weathered countless trials of blood and fire—true legends.
Yet, the Willow God slaughtered them effortlessly, without paying any unbearable price. The kills were clean, decisive, and utterly chilling.
Clad in pristine white, the Willow God stood amidst swirling orbs of light—three thousand worlds orbiting around him. Within each orb, visions unfolded: ancient prayers, deities bowing, and spirits offering sacrifices, all shrouded in mystery and transcendence.
“Senior of the Immortal Palace, suppress it!” someone shouted desperately.
The Willow God wielded the bronze hall as a weapon, unleashing chaos light and overwhelming force, carving a forbidden domain around him.
“Pfft!”
Another mighty figure was crushed into paste.
“Seal!”
A hoarse voice echoed from within the bronze hall as eerie glyphs flared across its rusted surface, unleashing waves of strange power toward the Willow God.
Suddenly, a primordial sound resonated—like the birth of the cosmos or the dawn of creation—illuminating the eternal path of immortality.
The three thousand orbs around the Willow God blazed brighter, as if forging new heavens and earth. The bronze hall’s advance was halted, its light recoiling as it trembled under the Willow God’s overwhelming suppression.
“Boom!”
Golden branches erupted from the Willow God, coiling around the bronze hall, dimming its radiance and weakening its power.
“Attack!”
The other sect leaders joined forces, launching assaults from all sides. They knew this divine tree was beyond any single opponent.
With a cold shout, the Willow God swung the bronze hall like a colossal hammer, smashing through space and crushing all resistance.
The bronze hall, a supreme treasure of the upper realm, was now a weapon in the Willow God’s grasp, unleashing terrifying devastation.
“Hold this willow back! The bronze hall is a peerless artifact—it must be straining him! If we endure, he will fall!” roared a Golden-Eyed Beast, trying to buy time for the Immortal Palace’s supreme elder to reclaim the treasure.
“Rumble!”
No sooner had it spoken than the bronze hall descended, crushing it beneath.
The Willow God could wield the hall, but others could not withstand its might. This was an ancient immortal artifact.
The Golden-Eyed Beast screamed, its scales flaring as its bones cracked under the weight. The hall’s runes locked space, rendering even a clan leader helpless.
“Ah—!”
Its final cry was cut short as the hall smashed down, reducing it to bloody mist.
Another sect leader had fallen.
“Hold your ground! He’s just one being—how can he defy the heavens?” someone urged, rallying the others.
“Clang!”
The bronze hall clashed with their treasures, shattering several weapons. None could match its might—it was one of the upper realm’s ten supreme arms.
“Screech!”
A Scorpion Sovereign transformed into its true form, dodging the hall with blinding speed. But the Willow God pursued relentlessly, smashing it down.
The scorpion’s stinger lashed out, but it shattered instantly.
“Pfft!”
The Scorpion Sovereign was pulverized, joining the growing list of casualties.
The crowd’s faces darkened. In such a short time, the Willow God had slaughtered multiple sect leaders, leaving them all trembling.
How could they fight this?
“Senior of the Immortal Palace, reclaim your treasure!” the Valley Master of Floating Truth Sect shouted.
The others silently agreed. The Immortal Palace’s supreme elder, despite his might, had failed to control his own artifact, allowing it to be turned against them.
“Patience!” the elder growled, furious at being outmaneuvered.
Suddenly, the bronze hall’s rust flaked off, transforming into a rain of green light that engulfed the Willow God.
The golden branches wrapped around the hall grew sickly, covered in green spots like blight.
“Curse!”
The crowd recoiled in horror. This was the Immortal Palace’s infamous verdant rust curse—deadly and inescapable.
Even Shi Hao had once fallen to it, buried for over a year before reviving.
Now, the curse rained down, corroding the Willow God’s branches.
“Clang!”
The weakened branches released the hall, which shot back into the elder’s control.
The Willow God’s golden leaves were now withered, as if scorched by the sun.
From the hall, a flood of runes erupted as the elder struck. An ancient figure seated inside formed hand seals, summoning a colossal Immortal Avatar that charged the Willow God.
“Boom!”
The heavens shook as the elder unleashed his full power for the first time in ages.
“Willow God!” Shi Hao cried out in worry.
The Willow God, however, merely exhaled mist, its branches trembling as the curse marks gathered into a single limb.
The infected branch turned pitch-black before igniting and exploding, purging the curse entirely.
The crowd was stunned. Few in history had ever survived this curse, yet the Willow God had dispelled it so effortlessly.
“Boom!”
Facing the Immortal Avatar, the Willow God simply swatted it away with a palm strike, dispersing it into nothingness.
Then, it strode toward the bronze hall—not to reclaim it, but to step inside and slay the elder himself!
The audacity of this move left everyone breathless.
“Don’t hesitate! Aid the elder and kill this willow!” the Dragon Sect’s leader roared.
The united forces surged forward.
The Willow God glanced back, its aura erupting as hundreds of golden lashes whipped out, with most targeting the Dragon Sect leader.
“Roar!”
A dragon’s cry shook the skies as he fought back, but two of his horns were ensnared.
“Break!” he bellowed, straining with all his might.
Yet the branches held firm, slicing through his horns like divine blades.
“Snap!”
The horns fell, blood gushing.
“Ah—!”
Before he could recover, more branches coiled around his body.
“No!”
It was too late. Despite his power, he was helpless.
“Pfft!”
The branches crushed his scales, mangling his body beyond recognition.
His fleeing soul was impaled mid-air by another lash.
Another heavyweight had fallen.
Meanwhile, the Willow God stepped fully into the bronze hall, advancing toward the elder without a care for the others trying to seal him inside.
Now, it was coming for the Immortal Palace’s supreme elder himself.
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