The severed arm transformed in midair into a strange longsword wreathed in ghastly white lightning and dark-gold imperial aura, landing steadily in Chu Tian's hand.
The instant his fingers closed around the hilt, an icy, bone-piercing intent of Jiemie surged wildly up Chu Tian's arm, as if it meant to freeze his soul. Had he not just dispersed the Primordial Dao Seed, leaving his physical body in an "empty" state of the Ultimate Realm, this power would have been enough to shred his divine sense in an instant.
"Self-Slaying... Self-Slaying..."
The Human Emperor's golden left eye stared fixedly at Chu Tian, his voice carrying an urgency bordering on pleading. From the wound where his right arm had been torn away, the Tribulation Lord's black mist launched an even more frenzied and savage counterattack, trying to swallow the last sliver of his sanity whole.
Chu Tian gripped the divine sword transformed from that severed arm, but both his hands were trembling violently.
Was he really supposed to use this sword, drenched in the Tribulation Lord's corruption, to personally bring an end to the Human Emperor, who had devoted his entire life to the Human Race and the myriad worlds?
He abruptly raised his head. In his golden-black eyes, which had lost the Primordial Purple Qi yet remained astonishingly bright, the light of frenzied deduction flickered.
"There must be a third solution! There has to be!"
"Tian'er!"
Just then, Chu Tianwang, who was locked in a bitter battle with the Five Emperors' remnant souls, suddenly let out a roar that shook heaven and earth. He took a heavy blow from the Chaos God Emperor's remnant soul without dodging, then abruptly pulled back and arrived beside Chu Tian.
"Since you refuse to strike, then I'll bear this sin as your father!"
Chu Tianwang's