This valiant general is named Protector of the Primordial Yang Martial True Lord, and is the foremost general in the Heavenly Court of this realm.
Wielding a long spear, he slew countless demons and monsters with his sharp spear skills.
His illustrious reputation spread throughout the entire immortal realm.
"I wonder if the True Lord is willing to help me resolve my troubles?" the Heavenly Emperor asked the Martial True Lord.
Shangwu Zhenjun cupped his hands in response: "Your Majesty, rest assured, leave it to me!"
Having said that, he leaped into the air, plunging rapidly down from a great height. His spear trembled, transforming into a bolt of lightning as he charged straight towards the white ox below.
At this moment, the white ox was wielding a large club, chasing after a group of heavenly soldiers and generals.
Wherever they went, rivers of blood flowed and corpses littered the ground.
Just as he had killed a celestial general, a chill suddenly ran through him, as if he were being watched closely by a terrifying being.
He looked up and his eyes met those of Shangwu Zhenjun. Shangwu Zhenjun swooped down like a bird, his spear flashing like a dragon taking flight.
"Well done!" White Bull roared, swinging his club and charging straight at the spear.
With a crisp clang, the guns clashed, unleashing a deafening roar.
The next moment, Shangwu Zhenjun was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string.
While in mid-air, Shangwu Zhenjun was greatly alarmed. He had not expected this old demon to be so ferocious, and he was at a disadvantage in a single exchange.
He was, after all, a veteran Grand Luo Dao Lord of this realm, and he thought his strength was already powerful enough, but he never expected that the old demon's cultivation was far beyond his imagination.
After regaining his balance, the white ox leaped in front of the Martial True Lord, raised his great club high, and brought it down with the force of a thunderbolt.
With a loud "boom," Shangwu Zhenjun's face turned deathly pale, and he plummeted to the ground like a meteor.
Immediately following was a loud "boom" as Shangwu Zhenjun crashed heavily into a palace.
The palace was simply unable to withstand such a tremendous impact and instantly shattered, with countless broken bricks and tiles flying everywhere.
Shangwu Zhenjun was buried under these ruins and disappeared without a trace.
However, this Martial True Lord was much more valiant than imagined. After all, he had been meticulously cultivating the secret techniques of physical body for many years, and the hardness of his physical body was probably no less than that of some innate spiritual treasures.
If it were any other Grand Luo Dao Lord, they would probably have been smashed to pieces by the White Ox's staff long ago.
boom!
Suddenly, a gust of wind rose from the ground, blowing away countless ruins and rubble.
The next moment, a giant thousands of feet tall rose from the ground, firmly locking onto the white bull's position. Then, it raised a massive foot that blotted out the sky and stomped directly at the white bull.
It turned out that this Martial True Lord had displayed the supernatural power of "following the laws of heaven and earth".
As the enormous foot descended from the sky, even the void began to shatter.
The white bull was completely enveloped by the giant foot, as if it had become an insignificant speck of dust.
"Boy! Do you think you're the only one with this kind of supernatural power?!" The white bull roared angrily, then shrugged off the stomp by shaking its shoulders, and its body rapidly expanded as if it were being inflated.
Clearly, he also used the supernatural power of "manifesting the heavens and the earth".
Once his figure was level with that of the Martial True Lord, the great staff in his hand swung and instantly transformed into a towering pillar, emanating a terrifying aura.
Without hesitation, he swung his large club with unparalleled force, smashing it fiercely at Shangwu Zhenjun.
Shangwu Zhenjun's expression turned solemn as he hurriedly brandished his spear, attempting to block the attack.
Boom boom boom... The two magical artifacts collided fiercely in the air, producing a deafening roar.
Each impact triggered a violent shockwave, as if the surrounding air was being torn apart.
Shangwu Zhenjun's face was like a chameleon, sometimes turning red to purple, and sometimes as pale as paper.
As the battle continued, Shangwu Zhenjun staggered backward, and the magnificent palaces beneath his feet collapsed into ruins.
After more than ten rounds of fierce fighting, Shangwu Zhenjun finally could not withstand the opponent's attacks and spat out a mouthful of blood.
His body flew straight backward like a kite with a broken string.
In mid-air, Shangwu Zhenjun's Heaven and Earth Transformation Divine Power spontaneously disintegrated, and his originally towering figure rapidly shrank, instantly returning to its original form...
High in the sky, the Heavenly Emperor and the others frowned slightly upon seeing this scene.
Their sharp eyes immediately revealed the vast difference in strength between the Martial True Monarch and the old demon.
Just as the Heavenly Emperor was looking around, about to send a deity down to assist the Martial True Lord, a middle-aged Taoist wearing a fish-tail crown stepped forward.
This Taoist priest was none other than the Thunder Lord of Heaven—the Thunder Immortal.
He cried out, "Your Majesty, please allow me to go and assist that True Lord!"
Upon hearing this, the Heavenly Emperor nodded in agreement.
Thunder God took a step forward, his figure emerging from the clouds, and suddenly a large drum shimmering with silver light appeared in his hand.
He gently extended his finger and tapped the drumhead. In an instant, a deafening drumbeat resounded throughout the heavens and earth.
As the drums sounded, the sky was instantly shrouded in dark clouds, and bursts of thunderclaps filled the air.
Countless bolts of lightning, like a violent storm, struck the white ox.
At this moment, the white ox was preparing to pursue and kill Shangwu Zhenjun, but suddenly, a storm of lightning descended from the sky, engulfing him like a tidal wave.
As the boundless lightning continued to pound, the enormous body of the white bull began to tremble violently. Its skin, which was originally as hard as a rock, was now charred black and even cracked, from which blood seeped and flowed down.
Finally, it could no longer hold on, its body suddenly shuddered, and its form of Heaven and Earth collapsed, returning to its original size.
However, at that moment, Bai Niu had a thought, and a seventh-grade white lotus slowly rose from above his head, radiating thousands of dazzling white lights that scattered the thunder in the sky, rendering it no longer a threat to Bai Niu.
"What a monster!" The Lord of Thunder was startled by this sight, but he quickly regained his senses and hurriedly began to beat the large drum in front of him.
Instantly, countless bolts of lightning struck the white bull once more.
These lightning bolts were denser and more intense than before, as if they were about to tear the entire space apart.
At the same time, Shangwu Zhenjun had recovered some of his strength. He brandished his spear and charged straight at the white ox with a fierce aura.
Despite all this, the white bull remained remarkably calm and composed.
He still wore the seventh-grade white lotus, surrounded by white immortal light. Although the lightning was extremely fierce, it was all dissolved by the immortal light.
When he saw Shangwu Zhenjun thrusting his spear forward, he simply dodged lightly, skillfully avoiding the cold glint of the spear tip.
Immediately afterwards, he swung his large club horizontally, aiming straight for Shangwu Zhenjun...
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