All the little handprints had already landed on his body.

The Heavenly Emperor was forced to retreat repeatedly, just in time to meet Bian Lang's second palm strike.

The second palm strike was just like the first; behind the large palm print were countless smaller palm prints, all of which landed on the Heavenly Emperor.

The Heavenly Emperor was truly capable; despite suffering repeated severe blows, he only bled from the corner of his mouth and did not even fall down.

Bian Lang stopped attacking and instead said sarcastically, "The Heavenly Emperor is indeed the Heavenly Emperor, able to withstand two of my palm strikes without falling."

These words were clearly a mockery. The dignified Heavenly Emperor was beaten to the point of coughing up blood by a mere mortal. If word got out, he would lose all face.

At this moment, the Heavenly Emperor had fully witnessed Bian Lang's abilities and knew that Bian Lang had not used his full strength at all. This guy's strength was truly unfathomable.

Looking back now, those mocking remarks made by the celestial beings about Luo Xiafei seem truly ironic.

Without having witnessed Bian Lang's power firsthand, one has no right to judge the right or wrong of this matter.

The Heavenly Emperor wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and chuckled, "You are indeed very strong, but not strong enough."

"Is that so? I was just casually showing off a couple of moves to the Heavenly Emperor. The third move is the key." Bian Lang's face remained smiling.

Before coming to the Heavenly Realm, he did have some worries, after all, this time he was going to deal with the Heavenly Emperor, whose power was beyond doubt, and it might be very difficult.

But he always believed that he could achieve final victory.

However, after actually standing before the Heavenly Emperor and fighting him, Bian Lang realized that he had overestimated the Heavenly Emperor's strength.

The Heavenly Emperor is very strong, but only to a limited extent, being only slightly stronger than Luo Xiafei and Baiyang Dijun.

It seems that the Heavenly Emperor has become less strict with his own cultivation, perhaps because he has encountered an insurmountable bottleneck.

Perhaps in time, immortals like Luo Xiafei will have the chance to surpass the Heavenly Emperor.

The Heavenly Emperor's true strength still disappointed Bian Lang.

Through countless encounters with corpses, the Corpse Brother had long since transformed him into the most powerful being in the world.

Being invincible may be lonely, but being able to protect everything you care about is a pretty good feeling.

The Heavenly Emperor remained confident and chuckled, "Let me witness your third strike."

Bian Lang raised his hand and smiled, "This palm strike may be different from the two palm strikes before."

"You really are..." The Heavenly Emperor wanted to swear at this moment.

Undoubtedly, in Bian Lang's eyes, he, the dignified Heavenly Emperor, was like a junior.

In a competition, only seniors would say such things to juniors, so that the juniors could be prepared and receive better guidance from their seniors.

But Bian Lang didn't care what the Heavenly Emperor thought. He flipped out his right palm, and the third golden palm print crashed towards the Heavenly Emperor.

The Heavenly Emperor was very vigilant this time, and summoned a flying sword early on, thinking that as long as he broke the golden palm print as soon as possible, he would definitely not be ambushed by the small palm print hidden behind him again.

Bian Lang's previous two strikes were actually a display of cleverness.

Unfortunately, he failed to think of this aspect, which is why he fell into the trap.

Having learned from past mistakes, it would be a pipe dream for Bian Lang to try to use the same tactics against him again.

The flying sword struck the golden palm print and instantly shattered into dust, while the golden palm print remained completely unaffected and continued its rapid attack on the Heavenly Emperor.

The Heavenly Emperor's expression changed slightly. He formed a hand seal, and a golden dragon appeared behind him.

The golden dragon's body was enormous and terrifying. It opened its mouth and roared, its roar like thunder. Then, it twisted its body and quickly crashed into the golden palm print.

The moment the golden dragon moved, it spewed out dragon flames from its mouth.

Bian Lang sneered, "I've even killed real dragons."

If the Heavenly Emperor only possessed this much ability, he would absolutely not be able to withstand this palm strike.

At this moment, Shangguan Hongyu and the others were even more nervous. If the Heavenly Emperor could withstand Bian Lang's palm strike, would Bian Lang really commit suicide?

Liu Yi, however, believed that Bian Lang was just joking and that no one would take such a thing seriously. Even if the Heavenly Emperor mocked Bian Lang for not keeping his word afterward, it didn't matter.

The victor is king, the loser is villain. As long as we continue to make moves, defeat the Heavenly Emperor, and transform the Heavenly Realm, everything will return to dust and be unknown to future generations.

Whether it was dragon flames or a golden dragon, they were devoured the moment they collided with the golden palm print.

Not only did the dragon fail to shake the golden palm print, it even infused it with powerful spiritual energy, making the palm print even more dazzling and its power even stronger.

The Heavenly Emperor was dumbfounded, not understanding what was going on.

Surprised as I was, the golden palm print was already right in front of me.

The Heavenly Emperor gathered all his cultivation to protect himself, using his body as a sword to try and break through the golden palm print.

Everyone was shocked by the Heavenly Emperor's reaction.

Without a doubt, the Heavenly Emperor was serious at this point.

Emperor Baiyang smiled, having originally thought that he might be able to save the Heavenly Emperor's life at a crucial moment.

Now it seems that he was overthinking things; with his strength, he simply couldn't play any role in this decisive battle.

Whether it's Bian Lang or the Heavenly Emperor, their strength is simply too great.

In the face of such a powerful figure, Emperor Baiyang felt that he was like an ant, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not make the slightest noise.

Bian Lang raised his right hand, channeling more power into the palm print, and laughed, "Heavenly Emperor, do you think you can break my palm by using your body as a sword? Don't be so naive."

At this moment, the Heavenly Emperor's heart was as still as water, unmoved by external disturbances.

He knew that to neutralize Bian Lang's palm strike, he would have to hold his breath, concentrate his entire life's cultivation, and do so.

The Heavenly Emperor no longer dared to look down on Bian Lang, knowing that Bian Lang was a true formidable enemy.

This battle concerns the future of the Celestial Realm, and even more so his own future; he absolutely cannot afford to lose.

The moment the Heavenly Emperor thought this way, he had already lost.

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