Ever since his Divine Descent, the Heavenly Emperor had felt that everything was proceeding under his control. For the first time, he realized that there were lunatics in this world who defied all prediction.
Although he had made contingency plans for Yan Qianlie refusing to obey, he had at most expected him to help neither side. He simply could not understand why Yan Qianlie would stick his neck out and invite such hatred, or how it benefited Yan Qianlie himself.
After all, the person he most wanted to kill now was neither Qiu Wuji nor Chu Tiange. It was absolutely Yan Qianlie!
Qiu Wuji's strength was no trivial matter. The Heavenly Emperor knew that even fighting her alone would take considerable effort, let alone with Yan Qianlie turning on him to attack from the other side.
Just as Yan Qianlie's fire dragon slammed into his back, he could no longer withstand Qiu Wuji's hate-filled sword strike either. Her divine sword pierced his chest and came straight out the other side.
Yet the Heavenly Emperor ignored it, concentrating all his power on his back for a dying counterattack, determined to drag Yan Qianlie down with him!
Boom!
Yan Qianlie failed to withstand the Heavenly Emperor's dying counterattack. He spat blood and staggered back, his crimson dragon Dharma Body drenched in blood and breaking apart inch by inch, looking like a demonic god.
No one could withstand the Heavenly Emperor's dying counterattack.
Qiu Wuji, too, stared somewhat dazedly at Yan Qianlie's miserable state in the distance, wanting to speak but stopping herself.
The Heavenly Emperor lowered his head to look at the sword tip protruding from his chest, his face expressionless. This was merely Divine Descent, someone else's body. It actually meant little to him; his Divine Descent would simply be withdrawn,