Chapter Fourteen: The Imperial Capital's Great Prison

  Starry night, border town of the capital of death.

  On the vast expanse of wilderness, autumn wind slaps against fallen leaves, dancing chaotically in mid-air.

  Shen Dou carried the Eagle King Sword weighing ten thousand catties on his back, treading on a carpet of fallen leaves, walking towards a giant tree that emitted a faint blue glow.

  Suddenly, I remembered what Murong Ling said, "When you see the blue light on the big tree, go in. That's where the Imperial Prison is. After going in, eighty swordsmen will come out to block your way. Even if you fight until the sky grows dark, no one outside will notice."

  "Hey, just in time to use these small fries for leveling up!" Shen knew that to achieve greater accomplishments, he had to hone his swordsmanship even further. To hone his swordsmanship, he needed rich combat experience.

  Drawing out the giant sword from behind his back, he walked slowly into the blue light.

  All he heard was a "whoosh!" sound, and the massive suction force inside the blue light sucked him in.

  "Hey, kid, are you lost?" A black-armored soldier inside, holding a long sword, said menacingly.

  Shen Dou had just arrived, looking around, and on the empty square, there were indeed eighty swordsmen waiting for him. He smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth: "I think it's not me who made a mistake, but rather you shouldn't be here."

  The black-armored soldier heard this and became furious, saying: "It seems that you have eaten the heart of a bear and the gallbladder of a leopard! This is the imperial capital's great prison, ordinary people simply cannot know its location. We don't care how you got here, but since you've come, and your attitude is so stubborn, then I'm afraid you won't have the chance to leave alive!"

  "Hey, is that so!" Shen Du swung the Eagle King Sword in his hand with force, his face sank, and immediately released the sword energy, a faint red glow flashed, and the originally empty square suddenly rose with a strong gust of wind.

  Eighty swordsmen also released their sword energy at the same time, each with a solemn expression, holding their long swords on the ground, ready to strike.

  Shen Du, now possessing the strength of a sword master, with Shen Men's Fifteen Swords in his possession, and a pair of indestructible iron arms, as well as the Eagle King Sword, which was at the Sword King level, smiled calmly and said, "Why haven't you made your move yet?"

  Everyone heard this, but still didn't take action, and stood motionless on the spot, as if waiting for something.

  "Hum! Eighty-first, kill!" A black-armored soldier shouted loudly.

  Only then did Shen Dou notice that the hilt of the man's sword was engraved with the character for eighty.

  The black-armored soldier moved extremely quickly, his long sword rapidly swinging in the air as he shouted "Break!" The crimson sword energy transformed into a wave of energy that shot straight towards Shen Du.

  Shen stood still, gazing at the scene before him, sighing inwardly "Alas, it's truly disappointing." He shook his head, not even looking at the 80th Sword Hand, and with a single swing of his massive sword, he effortlessly deflected the 80th Sword Hand's sword energy. With another swing, the 80th Sword Hand was already dead.

  Under the gaze of everyone, how was the Eighty-first Sword Hand resolved by Shen Du, yet not a single person saw it clearly.

  The Number One Swordsman was shocked and shouted: "Let's go together!"

  Everyone's face was ferocious, and they simultaneously swung their swords at Shen Du. Seventy-nine sword hands and sword auras burst forth on the square, surrounding Shen Du within, but he didn't feel any pressure at all.

  "Hey, that's all you've got? Looks like a quick battle is the way to go!" With that thought, Shen Du let out a loud shout "Frenzied Sword Technique!" A massive sword flew out of his hand and shot towards the 79 swordsmen.

  "Boom! Boom! Boom!!"

  Seventy-nine swordsmen did not survive, and died at the hands of a sixteen-year-old little girl. I don't know what they thought, but there was no chance to think anymore.

  After all the swordsmen died, Shen Du immediately saw another blue light column appear.

  Walked in with a slow pace, still didn't feel any pressure, just twice as many swordsmen.

  Suddenly felt very boring, before those swordsmen had a chance to react, one move of the Crazy Sword Technique had already taken their lives.

  Next is the third floor, fourth floor, fifth floor ————

  It wasn't until the ninety-seventh floor that Shendu finally felt a kind of pressure that couldn't be underestimated.

  Just defeated a swordsman on the 96th floor, and now there are three swordsmen on the 97th floor.

  Facing three swordsmen, Shen Du could no longer afford to be careless.

  They were all at least sixty years old, a white-haired old man, a lame old woman, and a bald monk.

  It was also a spacious square, but the heavy killing intent here had already made Shen Du feel somewhat uncomfortable.

  The lame old woman stood in the center, her voice hoarse as she said: "Little doll, your skills are not small, at such a young age you can rush into the Imperial Capital's Great Prison 97th floor, it's quite shocking to this old lady. However, you might not know that coming here is equivalent to entering the Ghost Gate, we have all sorts of cruel methods to take off your head." Her tone was light and airy, yet it made people feel terrified.

  Shen Du's whole body hair stood up, only that one head of flowing long hair did not form the shape of angry hair standing on end.

  Three sharp sword winds came pouring in, like a knife cut, making the pores on Shen Dou's face slightly painful.

  But Shen Du seemed very satisfied with this, and smiled happily: "It seems that there will be a wonderful battle here."

  The three old men were shocked and stared at the young man in front of them.

  What kind of person is he, facing such a powerful enemy, yet still able to laugh so cheerfully.

  "Hahaha!" Shen Du saw their expressions and found them laughable, calmly saying: "If you voluntarily let me enter the 98th floor, I, Shen Du, guarantee to spare your lives!"

  "Cut it out, young one! You overestimate your own strength!" The white-haired old man stepped forward, his ancient sword making a "swishing" sound as if it hadn't been unsheathed in ages.

  The long sword had just left its scabbard, and a faint orange glow appeared around the white-haired old man's body.

  "Hey! Swordmaster's aura!" Shen Du saw this and smiled, also releasing his swordmaster aura.

  Two swordsmen in the square simultaneously released their sword energy, causing the high walls around them to feel immense pressure and emit a loud "rumbling" sound.

  "Kid, although your talent is astonishing, you coming here is a huge mistake. Today, I will personally end your life." As he spoke, his long sword quivered and with an incredibly fast movement, he appeared behind Shen Du.

  "Huh, wants to play sneak attack!" Shen Du sneered and taunted: "Still too slow though!" As he spoke, his giant sword swung down, just in time to block the white-haired old man's strike behind him.

  "Chop, big words are not shameful!" The white-haired old man missed a hit, his facial expression became extremely ugly, and he roared: "Go to death!"

  Saying that, in the air, various forms change, and finally, a move that ordinary people can't anticipate is made.

  "Hey, if you're going to be this slow, don't blame me if Shen Du doesn't play with you guys anymore." Shen Du shook his head and swung his giant sword, slapping it onto the white-haired old man's arm.

  The white-haired old man was struck by Shen Du's sword of ten thousand catties, but he didn't suffer any injuries. His expression seemed even more excited and delighted as he said: "Not bad, youngster! I'm starting to like you!" As he spoke, he tossed his long sword aside.

  He actually abandoned his own sword, what does this mean, Shen Dou couldn't understand it at all.

  Shen Du's face was shocked, and the white-haired old man smiled and said: "Don't be so formal, let's have a bare-handed fight?"

  "Hey, old man, you're afraid of the heavy sword in my hand, aren't you!" Shen Dou's tone was still as reckless as ever.

  But the old man with white hair didn't care, the smile on his face still existed, and he beckoned to Shen Du: "Come on, come on, just exchange a few moves."

  Shen was somewhat puzzled and didn't understand what this meant.

  But thinking again, I also can't rely too much on external forces. Why not just use my bare fists to exchange a few moves with him? Thinking this way, he put the giant sword behind his back, clenched his fists and said calmly: "Come on, I'm ready."

  "Hey, don't be in a rush. You're carrying such a large sword on your back, it's hard to move your hands freely. Why not put it aside for now and let's focus on exchanging a few moves?" The white-haired old man smiled.

  Shen Dou heard this and thought to himself, "Could it be that he wants to take advantage of the situation to seize the sword?"

  Shen Du's face showed a hesitant expression, and the old bald man and the lame old man standing beside him also spoke up: "Don't worry, we won't snatch your sword. Moreover, your sword is so heavy that I'm afraid not everyone can wield it."

  Indeed, three strange people. Shen thought to himself that the Eagle King Sword on his back weighed at least 10,000 catties, and ordinary people wouldn't be able to lift it easily. However, since the other party was also a sword master of the same level, it probably wasn't too difficult for them to lift either.

  Although he had such concerns, Shen Du still put down the Eagle King Sword on his back.

  At this moment, the white-haired old man suddenly shot out from the ground and struck Shen Dou's chest with both fists, sending Shen Dou's body flying back more than three zhang.

  "Ah ha!"

  This blow came too quickly, leaving no time for defense.

  Shen Dou spat out a mouthful of blood and gritted his teeth: "You actually dare to be disrespectful to your elders!"

  "Cut, the winner is king, the loser is a bandit." The white-haired old man surprisingly picked up Shen Dou's giant sword and laughed wildly: "Young people are indeed young people, they can easily deceive you into giving them your treasure sword, thinking that it would take a lot of effort. Now that you don't have your sword, let's see how you can match the three of us who are skilled in the art of swords."

  "Hey!" Shen Dou clenched his fists, glaring at the three old men in front of him with anger in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Thank you for your teachings, Shen Dou will not make the same mistake again. Being kind to enemies is being cruel to oneself. I didn't believe in this saying before, but now that I've witnessed it with my own eyes, I know it's the truth."

  The old man with white hair burst out laughing and said: "Haha, you kid are really funny, what time is it now and you still dare to mention the future!" As he spoke, he put Shen Dou's giant sword aside and suddenly pulled out an orange long sword from his palm, shooting it towards Shen Dou.

  Shen Dou looked at it with wide eyes and an open mouth, what is that?

  He immediately felt a surge of intense and murderous sword energy, its speed was incredibly fast. Shen Du had already been injured by the white-haired old man earlier, and it was likely that he would be unable to dodge this attack.