True Lord Tan Lang managed to block Zhou Bai's attack with great difficulty. Amidst the pervasive smoke and dust, countless whispers began to echo.

"Zhou Bai..."

"Zhou Bai... Zhou Bai..."

Madness Disaster was activated.

Amidst these whispers, Zhou Bai stepped forward, moving towards True Lord Tan Lang.

"Soaring on nine dragons, drifting along purple smoke."

Zhou Bai let out a long cry, turning into a wave of air that blew away the explosive smoke before him.

"The Three Realms bow in respect, composed within the Purple Palace."

Zhou Bai stretched out his hand and with an invisible force pressed down the swirling smoke, revealing the battlefield once more.

A comment flashed through his mind: "Entering the hall, attack count +3."

Zhou Bai had a moment of realization: "So reciting poetry is the way."

Christina showed a satisfied smile, cheerfully saying: "Reciting poetry is great! Poetry is great indeed!"

A streak of sword light surged from Zhou Bai's fingertips, quickly transforming into a brilliant galaxy. The starlight extinguished one after another, accompanied by the destructive power of star explosions, and struck towards True Lord Tan Lang's pale face with four consecutive blasts.

Worlds collapsed, mountains roared, and seas surged.

The earth was torn open in several places, and the entire Kunlun Ruins were swept by waves of turbulent air, the scorching light engulfing all sound on the battlefield.

Even Marshal Jiu Xiao, who was fighting in outer space, was drawn to look down at the bright light on earth.

Vanguard Tan Lang let out an even louder roar, desperately trying to block the frenzy before him.

Primordial Spirit power fiercely resisted, yet retreated constantly.

Summoned star beasts roared in defiance, only to be completely torn apart.

The vestment robe, shimmering with starlight, struggled to protect True Lord Tan Lang, but still shattered inch by inch.

Over a dozen various treasures blocked forward but were shattered one after another.

Finally, as the scorching stream of light began to dissipate, a figure walked through, step by step toward True Lord Tan Lang.

The tens of thousands of degrees of flame flow swept across Zhou Bai's body like obedient little snakes, unable to harm him in the slightest, instead absorbed through his twelve Primordial Spirit halos to enhance his power.

Zhou Bai, cloaked in Madness Disaster, had already grabbed True Lord Tan Lang's head. The latter held both hands up, trying to block Zhou Bai's grasp.

Miles away, countless Heavenly Court cultivators anxiously looked toward the battlefield shrouded in smoke.

Cultivators, after all, are not ordinary people. Most were flying in mid-air, still able to see the situation as various mystical arts were cast.

At this moment, suddenly accompanied by a loud explosion!

Hurricane erupted from the collision between Zhou Bai and True Lord Tan Lang, tearing open the flaming flow and burst of light, revealing the battlefield.

Under the incredulous gaze of thousands of Heavenly Court cultivators, Zhou Bai dragged True Lord Tan Lang like a dead dog, his body fully enveloped in the black Sha of Gui Hai.

On the other side, upon seeing this, True Lord Yan was about to seize the opportunity to escape but heard Zhou Bai's cold sneer: "Little gods of the Heavenly Court, you've done your best, no need to struggle further."

He then slapped across the air, causing the Tianhe Star Explosion Sword to burst twice, striking True Lord Yan, making him stagger.

Before True Lord Yan could take another step, Zhou Bai's figure flashed, appearing directly behind him and stomping down, intent on squashing True Lord Yan like a cockroach.

Boom!

Heaven Lord of Pestilence's bare foot stretched out, ringing shield against Zhou Bai, cutting towards Zhou Bai's ankle, as they fiercely collided.

Their opposing forces clashed with relentless push from Primordial Spirit, causing the land to sink wildly, shattering rock shots like armor-piercing rounds toward all directions.

On Zhou Bai's side, void fractures emerged, with multiple human shadows twisting in the air.

On Heaven Lord of Pestilence's side, black energy rolled, the entire being shrouded in darkness like a Demon God, the light blocked and the land dry, cracked, and shattered under the caress of the black mist.

The collision of their powers divided the line clearly, as if neither could suppress the other.

True Lord Yan took advantage of this moment to flee, hiding behind Heaven Lord of Pestilence, fearful as he glanced towards Zhou Bai's direction.

"Zhou! Bai!" Heaven Lord of Pestilence stared furiously at Zhou Bai, eyes full of murderous intent.

Zhou Bai smiled back at Heaven Lord of Pestilence, their wills seemed to clash in the atmosphere as he coolly remarked: "Pestilence, no need to shout so loudly, I can hear you."

Zhou Bai's gaze turned to Li Xiuzhu, half-kneeling on the ground, still in the form of a dragon, but his body looked broken, a mass of blurred flesh, obviously heavily wounded by Pestilence, no longer able to fight.

Seeing Zhou Bai's gaze, Li Xiuzhu grinned: "Well done."

Suddenly turning his head, Heaven Lord of Pestilence's eyes flashed with black light, shooting two beams towards Li Xiuzhu, which were slapped away by Zhou Bai.

Zhou Bai shouted: "Pestilence, your opponent is me, don't bother others."

Heaven Lord of Pestilence looked at Zhou Bai, coldly saying: "Good skills, truly good skills. Who would've thought a mere human could defeat four Immortals in one go today."

Zhou Bai glanced at the Gui Hai black Sha still absorbing fortune, choosing not to continue attacking and instead calmly said: "Pestilence, you can't beat me. I won't kill Tan Lang and Yan. In return, you spare Sky Flipping Sect and other humans, let's compromise."

Upon hearing Zhou Bai's words, True Lord Tan Lang and True Lord Yan's faces showed humiliation and anger.

How many years, how many years since they suffered such defeat? Moreover, to a mere human, being used by a human to threaten the Heavenly Court?

Blood surged onto their faces in waves.

With Zhou Bai trampling on True Lord Yan, holding True Lord Tan Lang, easily defeating two gods was being witnessed by numerous cultivators, along with previous feats on Heavenly Arena defeating Ghost God and Xiang Tiandi, leaving Heavenly Court cultivators' expressions in turmoil, hard to accept.

Li Xiuzhu, Qian Wangsun, Ying Hui, and Yun Chonghe looked on, faces alight with excitement.

Ying Hui watched, thinking: 'From today on, history of the human race will fundamentally change. Today we witness history, wonder how future humans will record this event.'

In the sky, Immortal Ming Yue watched, eyes filled with colors and laughter, glancing at Zhou Bai, she seemingly thought of something and laughed softly.

She then transmitted to Ghost God, full of murderous intent asking: "Should we act now?"

Ghost God looked towards the sky, pondering: "Something's not right, wait a bit."

Beside him, Xiang Tiandi's face was iron-blue, looking at Zhou Bai below. Just witnessing him perform Nine Heavens Demon Clearing Thunder Technique, his anger almost tangible, his facial muscles twitching, evidently trying hard to suppress his rage.