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Yang Shaoqin, who was being pulled over by the spiritual power, was still a little dazed. It was Shang Fuyan next to him who pulled him back, which stopped him from almost crashing into a tree.

Watching the arrow feathers gradually dissipate behind him, Yang Shaoqin went from bewilderment to shock in an instant.

"Master!"

Sang Huan shook her head slightly and looked up at the sky.

"Now that you're here, there's no need to hide anything anymore."

"Hmph, you monster do have some discernment."

The moment the words fell, several people dressed in fine clothes appeared around them, with a man and a woman at the head wearing yellow brocade robes with flowing feathers.

His aura was so overwhelming that it was hard to breathe; one could tell at a glance that he was no ordinary person.

"Even upright and honorable celestial beings resort to sneak attacks. No wonder there are people like Lin Yue who look down on mortals. It's truly an eye-opener."

Sang Huan blinked her watery peach blossom eyes, her soft voice carrying no hint of politeness.

The man who had been mocking him just moments before was so enraged that his face turned red instantly. It was only thanks to his friend pulling him back that he didn't immediately make a move.

"You little demon, you've got some nerve! You know we're celestial beings, yet you still dare to be so disrespectful. Are you afraid of not dying soon enough?"

"That self-proclaimed Immortal Venerable Lin Yue was just as talkative as you before he died."

"you!"

Most of the immortals who followed the Heavenly Emperor and Empress to the mortal realm were friends of Lin Yue. Upon hearing Sang Huan's words, some of them couldn't contain their impatience and immediately used their magical weapons to strike at Sang Huan.

"So it really was you, you vixen, who did this! Die!"

He swung his magical weapon menacingly at Sang Huan, but before he could reach her, a green vine suddenly flew up from the ground, wrapped around his waist, spun him around, and flung him directly into the depths of the dense forest.

At the same time, all the magical artifacts on the other party fell down like beans spilling from a bamboo tube, and were dragged towards Sang Huan by several other vines like bundles of cabbages.

"Shaoqin, where's the storage bag Master gave you?"

"Hey, here it is."

"Keep them all, don't waste them."

Upon hearing this, Yang Shaoqin sighed and quickly bent down to gather the magical artifacts on the ground into his bag. His movements were so fast that they left everyone speechless.

By the time the immortal opposite him came to his senses, the area in front of him was completely empty.

"That vixen is going too far!"

Some people were furious. They never expected that Sang Huan would dare to make a move in front of so many people. They felt that the dignity of immortals had been violated.

Several impatient individuals exchanged glances and immediately tried to surround Sang Huan.

It was at this moment that the Heavenly Emperor, who had remained silent all along, finally spoke.

"Wait a minute."

Two words instantly stopped the immortals who were about to rush forward.

"Your Majesty, this vixen..."

The Heavenly Emperor said nothing, only glanced coldly at the person who had spoken, and the noisy crowd instantly fell silent.

The Heavenly Emperor stepped forward, scrutinized Sang Huan, and then slowly moved to Shang Fuyan, who was standing beside her.

After staring at him for a moment, he completely ignored Sang Huan and bowed to Shang Fuyan.

"This humble immortal greets the God of Fusang. How has Your Majesty been lately?"

This action instantly drew the attention of the immortals behind him to the man hidden behind Yang Shaoqin's large basket. They exchanged glances for a moment, and then bowed to him in accordance with the Heavenly Emperor's gesture.

What kind of trick is this?

Sang Huan raised an eyebrow and turned her gaze to Shang Fuyan behind her.

The Emperor didn't care about Shang Fuyan's attitude that day. After performing the proper greetings, he stood up straight.

"Your Majesty, you were originally the Fusang Divine Tree of the Sun Star, the last deity in the world, and our common lord."

This descent to the mortal realm was truly an error on the part of the Heavenly Realm. I have already cast the offender into the Frozen Hell, awaiting the return of the Divine Lord to determine the punishment. However—”

The Heavenly Emperor's gaze fell on Sang Huan, and the gentle smile on his lips vanished abruptly.

"The demoness not only bewitched and tricked the deity into giving her power while he was in the mortal realm, but she also used that power to kill Immortal Venerable Lin Yue! This is an unforgivable crime that should not be tolerated! She should be stripped of her cultivation and torn to pieces as a warning to others!"

After saying that, without waiting for the reactions of the people in front of him, the Heavenly Emperor raised his hand and waved it, and the huge iron cage instantly smashed towards Sang Huan.

Upon seeing this, Sang Huan's previously nonchalant expression finally changed for a moment.

But it was only for a moment.

Her expression vanished, and her clear, beautiful peach blossom eyes held a hint of mockery.

"You Heavenly Realm are so upset over the killing of a Celestial Venerable, but how can the mortals who died at the hands of Lin Yue seek justice?"

These words immediately displeased the immortals.

"Mortals are nothing but ants; how can ants compare to immortals!"

"Unworthy to be compared to a Celestial Venerable?" Sang Huan raised her eyes, her clear black and white eyes fixed on the Heavenly Emperor. "Does Your Majesty also think so?"

The Heavenly Emperor was somewhat annoyed by her unrestrained actions, but out of consideration for Shang Fuyan, he still spoke up to explain.

"In this world, strength is the ultimate authority. Moreover, we are born strong and are the darlings of heaven and earth. Humans are merely beings born later in life. To compare them is to blaspheme against us and against the gods of Fusang."

In the end, realizing that being too arrogant was inappropriate, he simply used Japan as a shield.

"Insects, blasphemy..."

The four words lingered on Sang Huan's lips, and a smile slowly appeared in her eyes. Suddenly, she turned to look at Yang Shaoqin behind her.

"Shaoqin, come here. Today, your master will teach you how to beat these immortals who dislike you so badly they can't even find their teeth!"

"You arrogant witch! Do you really think that just because you used the power of the Fusang God to kill Lin Yue, you can be so disrespectful to us!?"

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"How is this possible! How can even a secondary defense not be able to deal with that banshee!"

The Heavenly Emperor found the murderer of Lin Yue and personally led several great immortals down to the mortal realm, but was instead severely injured and his cultivation level dropped.

Upon hearing this news, Feng Yuan nearly went mad. "Mother, you must be toying with me! Father is invincible except for the Fusang God, how could a mere demon from the lower realm possibly harm him!"

The Empress sighed helplessly as she looked at Feng Yuan, whose face was full of anxiety.

"Yuan'er, I'm not lying to you, it's the truth. And... I was also seriously injured by that witch..."

As she spoke, the diva revealed her blood-stained arm.

Upon seeing clearly, Feng Yuan's breath caught in her throat. "Mother, how could you...?"

Immortals can heal themselves from injuries, but her wounds have not healed to this day, which is enough to show how strange that demoness is.

"The Empress Dowager was the least injured. The other immortals, including the Heavenly Emperor, suffered devastating losses when they touched that demoness's vines during their battle. Whether it was a magical artifact or their own body, the person touched would have their vital spiritual energy drained away, rendering them useless!"

As she spoke, a lingering fear still surfaced in the Empress's eyes.

"We have never seen such a bizarre monster. If she hadn't been unwilling to kill us, your father, several of our predecessors, and I would likely have perished on the spot!"

Upon hearing this, Feng Yuan couldn't help but grit her teeth.

"Just who is that demoness? How could she possibly cause you, Mother, to suffer such a defeat!"

"This...we cannot see through it..."

The Empress paused for a moment, then sighed and shook her head, indicating that she did not know.

Sensing the Empress's subtle apprehension towards her, Feng Yuan, filled with resentment, gritted her teeth and asked a question.

"That demoness is so terrifying! Could it be that... Could it be that Brother Lin Yue's death is just going to end like this?"