Tactical Retreat, I've Paid You Back

Qin Yang rubbed his head and suddenly felt that ever since he had been afflicted by the Heart-Wither Curse, he still had not been thinking things through thoroughly enough.

He truly had not expected the Old Emperor to be so decisive, directly taking his own life.

Back at the Great Yan ancestral court, when he had seen the four Weng Zhong Armored Soldiers transformed from imperial clan members, he had even guessed that the fourth Weng Zhong Armored Soldier was the previous Great Yan emperor.

He had also guessed that these four Weng Zhong Armored Soldiers might all have been personally refined by the Old Emperor.

At that time, he should have continued following that line of thought. He should have been able to infer that the Old Emperor himself could certainly refine himself into a Weng Zhong Armored Soldier as well.

Even if dozens of Dao Artifact-level sacrificial vessels were used to perform the Heaven Worship method, severing the Old Emperor's ability to mobilize the divine dynasty's power as a Great Emperor, ensuring that he could no longer linger on his last breath and could only die—

It still could not stop the Old Emperor from becoming a Weng Zhong Armored Soldier after death and continuing to borrow the divine dynasty's power.

This was becoming troublesome.

Undying and indestructible, tireless, unaware of pain, fearless of death, already beyond the Dharma Body realm and charging straight toward the Dao Lord realm—moreover, a conscious Weng Zhong Armored Soldier could absolutely display strength greater than cultivators of the same level in battle.

In a one-on-one fight, he could only possibly win if he risked drawing down a Heavenly Tribulation.

Otherwise, Qin Yang judged that he was no match for that old bastard.

As Qin Yang was pondering, a knocking sound rang out