Inside the Imperial Palace.
Across the vast square outside the palace, the ground lay shattered everywhere. The place where Li Muxiu and the others had been imprisoned, in particular, had become a battlefield, its surface scarred by several enormous craters.
At that moment, in one of those deep craters, the old Daoist lay limp in his torn robes.
His hair hung loose, and his entire body was a bloody ruin.
The sharp sword that had slain demons for Great Yu for thousands of years was now driven through his chest, pinning his body firmly to the ground and leaving him unable to move.
All his strength had been exhausted. His 108 Great Meridians and Yin Yang Dual Meridians had ruptured, and his Heaven and Earth Meridian had been destroyed. He hovered at death's door, his eyes utterly dim, as though he had already gone numb.
He was like a discarded toy, tossed into this deep crater. Before him, the aged figure in dragon robes was covered in blood, the blood seeping from his body staining his entire robe crimson.
A young man held him in one hand, as though carrying a chicken or duck awaiting slaughter.
The Yu Emperor looked scarcely better than True Person Qin. After True Person Qin's complete defeat, he had become the replacement, the "new toy" of these six young men and women.
His broken arms hung limp, while he had severed his legs himself. The young man had used Dao arts to suppress his body's regeneration, tearing apart his Great Meridians and crippling his Heaven and Earth Meridian to block the flow of his strength.
"Even trash like this can call himself an emperor in the mortal world."
"You had quite a backbone earlier, didn't you? You'd rather cut off your legs than kneel. I