The white ox swung his large club horizontally, aiming for Shangwu Zhenjun's waist.
This strike was as powerful as a thousand pounds and as fast as lightning. Having learned from his previous experience, Shangwu Zhenjun naturally dared not take the blow head-on with his spear.
He leaped forward, and the large club flew past him at lightning speed.
After dodging the attack, Shangwu Zhenjun thrust his spear towards the white ox's brow.
The white bull swayed its body and easily dodged the attack.
The two clashed again, with lightning constantly striking down from the sky, creating deafening roars, and sparks of fire exploding around the white bull.
However, the white ox was still able to nimbly evade these attacks, making it difficult for Shangwu Zhenjun to hit his target.
High in the sky, the Lord of Thunder frowned when he saw that his lightning strikes had no effect on the White Bull.
He realized that this opponent was stronger than he had imagined, so he began to increase the Thunder's output, trying to pose a greater threat to Bull.
The Heavenly Emperor, who was not far away, shook his head slightly upon seeing this scene, clearly dissatisfied with the Thunder Lord's performance.
He could see very clearly that this Thunder Lord was probably no match for that monstrous being below.
The next moment, he selected three True Lords from among the many immortals and gods. These three True Lords, like the Lord of Thunder, each controlled the natural forces of water, fire, wind, and rain.
Like the Lord of Thunder, the three of them stepped out of the clouds and stood in the void, each taking out their magical treasures.
The old woman was holding a black bag in both hands, on which was embroidered a lifelike roc spreading its wings and soaring high.
With a gentle shake, the bag slowly opened, and a gust of wind howled out, instantly forming a huge whirlwind that swept towards the white bull.
This whirlwind contained boundless sharpness, as if it wanted to tear everything apart.
This wind is the innate Xun wind, possessing the wonder of the Yin line of the West, corroding bones and souls, its power is extremely formidable.
The other old man held a black banner embroidered with nine menacing black dragons, looking majestic and imposing.
He waved the flag forcefully, and the sky immediately became covered with dark clouds, with lightning and thunder. Then, countless raindrops poured down like a waterfall, crashing down on the white bull.
These raindrops are not ordinary rainwater, but are formed from the essence of true water in the Milky Way. Each drop weighs tens of thousands of kilograms and is enough to pierce through metal and stone.
The boy muttered incantations, then suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a blazing fire dragon.
The fire dragon was tens of feet long, its body radiating intense heat, as if it wanted to burn the entire world to ashes.
It hovered and flew in the air, then pounced straight at the white bull, scorching and distorting the air in its wake.
In an instant, the four elements of wind, fire, rain, and lightning converged. The wind fueled the fire, and the thunder and rain combined. The four natural forces complemented each other and coalesced to the point of destroying the world and changing the course of history.
The white ox was in a truly dire situation, and even with his level of cultivation, he was finding it difficult to cope.
He suddenly roared, first swinging his big stick to force Shangwu Zhenjun back, then took a step back, immediately opened his big mouth, and sucked in hard.
In an instant, his mouth seemed to turn into a bottomless vortex, and all the water, fire, wind and thunder in the sky were thrown into his mouth.
In just a moment, he absorbed them all, and the world was restored to its former clarity.
However, this was not the end. As the white bull devoured the creature, its body began to swell as if it were about to explode.
However, after he silently activated his supernatural powers and his body changed size nine times, he finally returned to his original state, and all the wind, fire, water and electricity that he had devoured were dissolved by him.
"This fiend!" Upon seeing this, the Heavenly Emperor couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, secretly thinking: This fiend is truly troublesome; it seems that no ordinary person can subdue him.
So he turned his head and looked at a true immortal beside him.
The man wore a crown of stars, had a dignified and solemn appearance, and his eyes sparkled with brilliant starlight, as if countless galaxies flowed within them.
This immortal was named the Milky Way Emperor, the half-brother of the Heavenly Emperor. The two had a deep and affectionate relationship.
One of them is the Heavenly Emperor, ruling over both the mortal and immortal realms, possessing supreme power and prestige; the other is the Lord of the Stars, ruling over countless stars and controlling the operation of the universe.
"Brother, you should do it," the Heavenly Emperor said solemnly.
The Galactic Emperor nodded slightly, indicating that he understood his elder brother's meaning. As a great supernatural being, he naturally possessed extraordinary methods and strength.
However, at this moment, he did not go down to fight the white bull himself, but instead untied the silk sash from his waist and tossed it down gently.
This silk ribbon may look ordinary, but it is actually a powerful magical artifact.
Its power is comparable to those binding ropes, and it can restrain the enemy's movements.
Even a powerful being like the White Ox, if accidentally entangled in this silk ribbon, would likely find it difficult to break free for a while.
The silk ribbon twisted rapidly in the air, like a nimble silver snake, rushing towards the white bull at an astonishing speed.
Wherever it passed, the air was torn open, emitting a sharp whistling sound.
"What is this thing?!" The white ox was greatly surprised.
He dared not be negligent in the slightest and immediately used his transformation technique to try to evade the silk ribbon's attack.
With a flash of light, the white bull's figure instantly became blurry, and in the blink of an eye, it split into countless phantoms.
These phantoms act like clones, each moving independently, making it difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake.
But the silk ribbon seemed to possess a unique spirituality, ignoring these illusions and heading straight for one of them.
Just as the silk ribbons were about to entangle the illusion, the white bull had no choice but to reveal its true form.
It turns out that he deliberately created numerous illusions to hide his true self, hoping to deceive everyone.
However, his plan failed. In the blink of an eye, the silk ribbon suddenly rolled up and tightly wrapped around the white ox's true form.
The white ox struggled desperately, only to find that the silk ribbons were tightening more and more, almost breaking his bones.
He inwardly cursed, realizing he had met his match this time.
The Martial True Lord, who was in the distance, witnessed all of this, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.
He knew this was a golden opportunity that he couldn't afford to miss.
So he shouted, straightened up, and brandished his spear, shooting towards the white bull like a shooting star.
The white ox was trapped in the silk ribbons and could not escape. It could only watch helplessly as the Martial True Lord approached.
He twisted and turned desperately, trying to break free of the restraints, but the silk ribbons were too strong and he couldn't get rid of them at all.
Just as Shangwu Zhenjun's spear was about to pierce the white ox's body, the white ox still found a glimmer of hope.
He strained with all his might to move his body slightly, avoiding vital areas.
However, despite this, the spear mercilessly pierced his shoulder, and blood gushed out immediately...
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