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!"
