The Weakest Great Emperor in History

Daoyan was not particularly handsome or tall; he looked like an ordinary person, with a thin, frail build and gentle features. His attack power was not strong.

This was the conclusion Xu Changqing had drawn from his battle with Emperor Daoyan.

If he judged Emperor Daoyan through the lens of the books he had read in his past life, he would rank as the weakest among the many emperors.

But he was also the hardest to kill—especially his Golden Immortal Robe, which protected him like a turtle shell.

Even when Xu Changqing used the Heaven's Will Saber Art, it only left a deep gash without cleaving through.

"Clang, clang..."

Xu Changqing moved swiftly, striking Daoyan with his saber from time to time, but unfortunately, Daoyan's turtle shell was too tough.

Their movement speed was so fast that afterimages appeared, sparks flying whenever they clashed, accompanied by dull thuds of impact.

Occasionally, they fought hand-to-hand, but Xu Changqing was at a disadvantage. Though his physical body was incredibly powerful, Daoyan wore the Immortal Gold Battle Robe, so punches landing on him felt no different from a tickle.

In an instant, Xu Changqing had already struck over a hundred times, yet only shallow marks remained.

"Your attack power is lacking," Daoyan said with a smile, his gaze calm as he looked at Xu Changqing.

Relying on his Immortal Gold Battle Robe, he didn't bother attacking first. He simply stood there, giving Xu Changqing a headache.

Xu Changqing wasn't afraid of opponents with strong offensive power; what annoyed him were enemies with maxed-out defense—impossible to kill.

If he were still his old self, he would have blurted out a curse—damn, that's tanky.

"Since that's the case, I'll have to go all out." Xu Changqing's cold voice rippled outward, white mist rising from his entire body as a faint aura spread across the entire Silver Arena.

He activated the Supreme Heartless Body, suppressing two-tenths of the opponent's Great Dao power, weakening all of his saber techniques and defensive capabilities.

At this moment, Daoyan frowned slightly. He raised his hand and released a series of purple runes, only to find they were no longer as brilliant as before.

When he activated the Immortal Gold Battle Robe, he sensed that the divine nature within it was being suppressed by some force.

His internal strength was limited to eighty percent, and the divine spirit inside the Immortal Gold was bound by chains of the Great Dao.

This is disadvantageous for me!

Daoyan instantly analyzed the situation and realized the battle was turning against him. He didn't know what method Xu Changqing had used to suppress all of his power.

"Among the many emperors, you rank as the weakest. We proved the Dao from within, while you... proved it with external objects. That alone shows your attack power is limited. You may have a turtle shell protecting you, but even that has its limits!"

Xu Changqing's sharp gaze locked onto Daoyan. His saber momentum was ferocious, a terrifying saber-intent gale blowing his white hair upright and making his robes rustle loudly.

He gripped the saber handle tightly, aimed the blade tip at the silver arena floor, and stabbed down fiercely. With a clang, sparks burst forth where the blade met the ground.

Boom!

Countless dark-red long sabers tore through the silver arena, their tips pointing toward the sky as they slowly rose.

"You say I'm the weakest among the emperors? But you also said—among the emperors. An emperor is still an emperor. No one can judge an emperor. No matter how brilliant you were in your youth, you have not reached the emperor's level."

Daoyan was not angered by Xu Changqing's words. Instead, he spoke with a smile, calm and composed, as if stating something trivial.

To become an emperor was itself a form of strength. No matter how weak, an emperor was still an emperor.

"Besides, emperors do not judge emperors without crossing blades. How would you know without fighting?" Daoyan's tone gradually turned cold. His gaze was no longer gentle but sharp enough to make one's skin sting.

He swept the Ancient Life Tree in his hand fiercely toward Xu Changqing.

Boom!

The emerald Ancient Life Tree erupted with dazzling runes, directly shattering Xu Changqing's saber momentum. The unstoppable runes transformed into countless radiant sword bodies.

"You're right—my attack power is limited. But with the Ancient Life Tree as my weapon, it's enough to make up for my weakness." Daoyan closed in on Xu Changqing rapidly.

The Ancient Life Tree in his hand was a branch of an Immortal Divine Medicine, not the complete form.

"If you were at your peak, you could fight me for thousands of rounds. But now, with only eighty percent of your strength, what do you have to fight me with?!" Xu Changqing paid little attention to Daoyan's offensive power.

The dark-red long sabers rose densely from the ground, finally forming a Heavenly Net that surrounded Daoyan.

With a gesture from Xu Changqing's hands, the sabers floating beside him and above Daoyan's head all shot forward at supersonic speed.

"It's useless!" Daoyan said calmly.

He swept the Ancient Life Tree horizontally, twisting it forcefully around him. The Immortal Gold Battle Robe shimmered with several dazzling lights, blocking the Bone Saber.

Clang, clang...

The Ancient Life Tree radiated brilliance, transforming into leaves. Three thousand leaves soared into the air, a spectacular sight. Green and dark-red clashed, sparks flying, and a rain of fire poured down from the sky, dense and unending.

Daoyan hurled the Ancient Life Tree fiercely toward Xu Changqing, piercing through the void.

Meanwhile, he sprinted forward, his hands forming seals as countless ancient characters emerged from the void.

He pressed his palms together. With a boom, the sound of the Dao thundered. Then Daoyan pulled his hands apart, and a black hole appeared before him. Countless dazzling substances shredded the void as a massive spaceship slowly emerged.

Xu Changqing was stunned. Oh, so that's how it is—summoning a spaceship?

Constructing a spaceship using the principles of the Great Dao?

Boom!

The tail of the spaceship erupted with a brilliant blue light, charging straight at Xu Changqing.

Xu Changqing gripped the Bone Saber in his right hand, crouched slightly, then Suddenly Leapt, halting midair. His eyes blazed with Divine Light as he gripped the saber handle with both hands and slashed toward the spaceship.

Chi!

Milky-white saber light blanketed the entire arena, blazing and overwhelming. With only a faint sound, Daoyan's spaceship was instantly cleaved in two, finally dissolving into specks of starlight and vanishing from the arena.

And with that strike, Xu Changqing revealed an opening. Daoyan was fast—the moment Xu Changqing's blade came down, he was already in front of him.

A cerulean shimmer bloomed from the Ancient Life Tree. Daoyan's hands bulged with veins, divine light blazing like twin suns as the ancient tree hurtled toward Xu Changqing.

"Boom!"

A figure streaked across the sky, crashing directly into the silver arena floor.

Seeing this, Daoyan dove down as well. After all, he was still the strongest of his era—he wouldn't be defeated so easily. He was, in any case, a Divine Prohibition Expert.

"Emperor's Fall!"

Xu Changqing's cold voice rippled outward. Daoyan suddenly found his surroundings turning blood-red. A pungent stench of blood filled the air, flooding his mouth.

Around him, a Mountain of Corpses and Sea of Blood rose and fell. Countless Bloody Rivers intertwined, corpses piled into mountains. At a glance, they were Just Like the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, resembling the peaks of Guilin.

Thousands of magma jets erupted from the ground, soaring into the sky. The heavens darkened, like the twilight of the gods.

A shattered Purple-Gold Bell floated in the sea of blood. A half-corpse lay not far away.

Beside a broken Five-Colored Stone lay the blurry head of a woman. A shattered green Ancient Pagoda rested nearby, next to a fallen noblewoman draped in Swedish attire.

A White-haired man knelt on one knee atop the highest corpse mountain. Before him lay the bodies of various Great Emperors. His white hair spilled down past the corpses, the ground beneath already stained dark red.

Daoyan's pupils contracted. He clearly recognized the special corpses and broken weapons lying before Xu Changqing. No wonder Xu Changqing had said he was the weakest among the Great Emperors.

"Never been defeated? Then you lose this time!" Xu Changqing's cold voice came from high above.

Daoyan looked up and saw Xu Changqing standing beneath the dark red sky. The Entire Person radiated Immortal Radiance, like a banished immortal—ethereal and distant.

Yet at times, he seemed like the greatest demon in the world.

"Hum!"

Xu Changqing drew the Bone Saber from its sheath. Holding it in one hand, he pointed it at the sky. A gleam of light bloomed at the tip of the blade, dazzlingly brilliant.

In an instant, it illuminated this Purgatory-like world.

Inside his Sea of Bitterness, a Transparent Long Saber began to tremble. Finally, it broke free from the Sea of Bitterness and Formed a Saber Sheath, enveloping the Bone Saber outside.

The Sword Drawing Technique—condensing the Saber Intent he had nurtured for centuries into a single, earth-shattering strike. Even a Divine Prohibition Expert would struggle to withstand it; if not killed, they would be gravely wounded.

This was a Secret Technique he had created to counter the Jie Zi Secret. It was still incomplete, requiring time to nurture the Saber Intent.

Finally, he once again executed Heaven's Will Saber Art, locking down all of his enemy's escape routes.

Even the possessor of the Movement Secret Art would find it hard to escape the attack range of Heaven's Will.

Three terrifying attacks launched simultaneously, instantly pushing Xu Changqing into the Divine Prohibition domain. And Daoyan felt a surge of Aura of Death—a sensation he had not felt in a long time.

At this moment, Daoyan's Facial Expression turned grim. A blue flame erupted from his body, his power steadily rising. He soon stepped into the Divine Prohibition domain as well.

After all, he was the imprint of a Great Emperor. Though his strength was nearly the same as in his prime, his Memories still contained the Great Emperor's Cultivation Techniques and Secret Techniques.

"Crack..."

Suddenly, Daoyan noticed the Mountain of Corpses and Sea of Blood before him beginning to split. The White-haired man on the corpse mountain moved a finger, then shakily rose to his feet.

The broken corpses and figures in front of the White-haired man also stood up. Above their heads hung either a Purple-Gold Bell, a green Ancient Pagoda, a Five-Colored Stone, or a Dragon Stele.

Daoyan's expression turned ugly. Even with the Immortal Gold Battle Robe, this strike would be hard to endure.

If only one Divine Ability or Secret Technique were used, he was confident he wouldn't be severely injured. Two techniques together would at most leave him gravely wounded. But three—there was a risk of falling.

The truth was, the three techniques Xu Changqing unleashed were far too terrifying.

Heaven's Will Saber Art carried the aura of Heavenly Tribulation. It was invisible, unavoidable—as if one were inexplicably struck by a blade, their very Dao severed.

And that blade targeted not just the Physical Body, but also the origin, the Great Dao Laws, and even... emotions.

Daoyan had sensed it from the very first exchange, but the Immortal Gold Battle Robe had shielded him.

As for the other Secret Technique, he didn't know its name.

But this vision—he had just heard Xu Changqing call it Emperor's Fall.

It meant that even a Great Emperor would fall.

Any one of these three techniques would be enough to shock the world.

By his estimation, though weaker than a Great Emperor's Secret Technique, they were still terrifying.

If a Great Emperor had created them, a single strike might have cracked his Immortal Gold Battle Robe.

Xu Changqing's face remained indifferent as he watched Daoyan frantically unleash various Divine Abilities and Secret Techniques. Countless runic characters fused together, forming nine brilliant blue ancient characters. Still, his expression did not change.

Those nine ancient characters represented the Dao of a Great Emperor.

ps: Finally got over the fever. Ran to an internet cafe to write.

In a few days, my home computer should be back up.