These fruits appear to be of divine grade, requiring exceptional soil and fertilizer, and her prices are exorbitantly high.
However, as the esteemed divine empress, Chi-Chi stands at the apex of the blue star pantheon, possessing power that eclipses all but one deity.
She oversees the delivery of all goods in the trading hub, embodying wealth beyond measure.
Certainly, she can afford fruit.
Yet, it is essential to note that Chi-Chi, as a mechanical deity, does not require sustenance.
Her actions are purely playful.
It is remarkable how she trusts Hung, a fellow player and a lesser deity of Blue Star.
To confront the impending might of a divine king, whether it is excessive trust or sheer audacity is difficult to ascertain.
Then it happened.
The portal opened.
All players watching the broadcast fixated their gaze on a grand display.
The portal opened without any minions invading.
Nor were there any subordinates to serve as fodder, diminishing the strength of the divine realm.
Instead, a powerful being exuding the aura of a divine king forcefully entered this world.
He gazed at Suzi Han, a smile curling upon his lips.
It appeared he could launch a direct assault, aiming for a swift resolution.
The weight of belief pressed down upon him, forcibly diminishing his divine king prowess.
Yet it mattered little.
Even a divine lord was sufficient to subdue this foe.
At that moment, the attack emanating from Suzi Han's staff erupted.
The timid tortoise had learned to charge in.
It would be remiss not to reward it with some exquisite fruit after all the scheming with the system.
At this juncture, what she lacked least was divine power, and thus her assault was undeniably formidable.
The system evaluated that under her doubled combat strength, her charged attack could rival that of a freshly ascended divine king's ordinary strike.
Despite the two significant levels separating them, the systems appraisal of Sue Xihon's prowess was effusive.
Her attack was now directed at the divine king.
He forced his way in, his strength suppressed by the faith within the divine realm, reducing him to the status of a novice divine king.
Upon the portal's opening, Corlaf Bradley was met with an explosion.
It was a tremendous blast followed by a series of smaller detonations.
The portal shattered, gradually dissipating while the boundary of the realm was breached, subjecting the forcibly descended Divine King to relentless explosions that tore through his defensive gear.
Willow branches formed a barrier, safeguarding the battlefield, their twigs snapping and healing in a continuous cycle.
Dark explosions combined with vampiric healing as Suzi Han attacked while simultaneously replenishing her health.
The entire divine realm resembled a cascade of shooting stars akin to a grand display of fireworks descending, crackling incessantly.
H.
Chapter 187.
I would kill you immediately.
Klaf Bradley seeed with rage amidst the explosions.
As a high-ranking eighth tier water god, a descendant of the divine Emperor Bradley, the humiliation he endured from the woman before him surpassed the sum of his grievances over countless centuries.
He could feel his defensive barrier under siege, the divine power within it being siphoned away.
Then came the shattering of the barrier, layer upon layer, fracturing the gemstone around his neck, the speculative mercury neck plate cracked.
The ring upon his hand, the azure celestial ring splintered.
These exquisite yet impractical treasures, these flamboyant adornments he cherished, were ruined in a battle he had underestimated.
His magnificent attire suffered significant damage, undermining his regal presence as a god.
Several explosions erupted upon his divine form, causing his equipment to fracture.
And as the barriers collapsed entirely, wounds began to manifest on his body.
Though merely minor superficial abrasions, they were utterly inconceivable.
The explosions had breached his defenses, leaving his water god form marred with minute injuries, divine blood oozing out, only to be absorbed by some peculiar divine technique.
Realizing the portal had been opened to greet him with a formidable spell, Klaf was incensed.
that wretched blue star creature defying all logic.
Ordinarily, one would expect her subordinates to engage in battle, not her.
Did she not fear that the ones emerging from the portal would be attacking subordinates rather than divine beings, risking the loss of divine power? Not only did her divine realm possess formidable strength, but her combat approach was also indescribably elusive.
Klaf sought to break free.
The surrounding explosions ins snared him in a quagmire, rendering physical movement nearly impossible.
The goddess named eternal unleashed continuous explosive assaults around him as if addicted to bombarding him, incessantly compressing her divine power into explosive projectiles that detonated upon his form.
Klaf attempted to shift through space.
Yet the malevolent willow branches around him sealed off any possibility of escape.
When he finally encountered Branch, he could detect the toxic scent of the void.
So poisonous, he evaded contact with the willows tendrils.
This willow possessed nearly divine prowess.
How could this low tier deity be so insane, compelling her subordinates to execute such suicidal attacks with voytoxins? However, he was no ignorant lowly deity.
He quickly discerned the blue star deity's ruse and refrained from charging and recklessly.
Yet remaining stationary while being battered was equally distressing.
The explosions, though not injuring his bones, inflicted pain nonetheless.
Amidst the relentless detonations, Klaf grew increasingly agitated.
His inherently volatile nature, making it all the more challenging to maintain his composure.
His divine power surged forth, continuously assaulting the surrounding willow branches, which splintered and yet healed incessantly, failing to grant him an escape from the encirclement.
It was then he realized that the strange divine technique was siphoning his divine power to heal this nearly divine willow tree.
The spatial blockade remained unbroken.
A series of circumstances had driven his fury to its zenith.
The creature astonishingly managed to inflict harm upon him.
He found himself ins snared within an encirclement formed by dilapidated branches.
Occupied not only by this insect, but also by its subservient entities that had yet to attain divine status.
Despite being suppressed to the initial tier of a divine king by the world's faith, he retained the essence of a divine king.
Adorned with numerous protective trinkets, he believed himself to be in a position of utmost security.
Convinced that by exercising caution against the high deities of the blue star and swiftly eliminating this creature named Hung, he would bring an end to the predicament.
However, he was swiftly breached, facing an onslaught from which evasion was impossible, igniting his eyeire.
Amidst the explosions, the outer gods were caught in a relentless barrage of detonations.
The luminescent willow branches that confined the space continuously fractured and healed, their growth unyielding.
These branches, long bereft of foliage, were unable to sprout glowing leaves in time.
Nevertheless, they steadily thickened and sharpened.
With each injury and subsequent healing, the willow branches grew more resilient, taking on a texture akin to jade.
The humanoid avatar of Lulu in a spectral form appeared translucent, undergoing constant transformation in tandem with the branch's injuries and healing.
Her emerald green eyes wide open.
She trembled visibly, pain evident.
Yet she uttered not a single cry, remaining silently poised on the branches behind her divine master.
Her form gradually expanded, akin to the burgeoning willow branches, evolving from the appearance of a young girl to that of a slightly taller figure.
1 m 1, 1 m 2, 1 m 3, 1 m 4.
Her features becoming more defined, her almond shaped eyes elongated, her cherubic cheeks losing their infantile plumpness, her deep brown skin lightened to a soft brown, while her willow-low-like hair lengthened, adorned with glimmers of luminescence.
Ultimately, her stature and visage culminated in that of a maiden approximately 14 or 15 years of age.
Crack a divine halo manifested at top Lu's head, radiating a pearlescent glow.
Suzie Han subtly turned, her snow white eyes devoid of warmth, lifting her gaze to glimpse Lulu behind her, her lips curving into a perfectly measured smile.
This fleeting expression of affection softened the extreme coldness of her gaze, akin to the melting of ice and snow, penetrating the hearts of onlookers.
This moment was captured by the live streaming camera, transitioning from a medium shot to a close-up, honing in on the subtle movement of the divine hangs eyes and the slight upturn of her lips.
Suzie Han, already endowed with exquisite beauty, became increasingly refined with each ascension into divinity.
her divine essence enhancing her allure and presence, rendering her demeanor both powerful and aloof.
In moments of stillness, she radiated an icy indifference as if shrouded in darkness.
Yet this mere hint of a smile, though slight, was lethal in the context of the scene.
The camera drew ever closer to the striking goddess, fixating on her cold yet exquisite eyes, as if entranced by their depths.
With a divine king beneath her command, her aloofness was pierced by a thread of tenderness, igniting fervent reactions among the players in the chat.
In that instant, the previously chaotic chatter transformed into a chorus of admiration, with the enthusiastic Lampcat contributing a continuous stream of praise amidst the accolades.