Chapter 69: Slaying the Sword Emperor (Third Update of Emotional Plot Unfolding)

  No effort was required, and the first four layers were easily cleared.

  An old man with white hair stood inside the fifth floor, his back facing them, holding a dragon-headed staff in his hand.

  "What was meant to come has finally arrived. After a thousand years, you have finally come." The silver-haired old man said in a slightly hoarse voice, speaking words that Xiao Qing and the others couldn't understand.

  But Shen Dou wore a strange smile on his face, with his long sword behind him, and said lightly: "Yes, it's been a thousand years, I didn't expect you old man to still be alive."

  "A thousand years? Shendu, what are you talking about." Yanmen asked with a surprised face.

  Shen Du heard this, and with the corner of his eye, he glanced at Tian Mo lightly. He stretched out his strong and powerful, yet extremely gentle left hand, and gently patted Tian Mo's thin shoulders, saying in a low voice: "Don't speak for now, I'll take care of everything from here on."

  As soon as this was said, Xiao Qing, who had originally said that she would follow her own arrangements, was also speechless, and didn't know what Shen Du was planning.

  "This time you seem to have brought many helpers." The old man's voice was hoarse, but it sounded powerful and majestic, every word making Shen pause.

  "No, my battles have never needed anyone's interference." Shen Du's words also left them bewildered.

  Could it be that the child had said something to Shen in that dark corridor, and what exactly had happened, Xiao Qing couldn't figure out no matter how hard she thought.

  "Very well, but your sword aura is not as strong as before. Do you really have the confidence to withstand every one of my swords?" The white-haired old man's words had barely fallen when his large embroidered robe began to flutter without wind, as if his entire body was enveloped in a halo of sword energy.

  "You should feel proud, I'm just a mid-tier Sword King, while you've already advanced to a One-Star Sword Emperor. With your abilities, you can shake the heavens, how could I possibly have the confidence to catch every one of your swords?"

  "Oh?" The silver-haired old man's words caused his vast embroidered robe to soften once again, as if he had sheathed his sword energy. In a low and solemn tone, he said: "So you want to retreat without a fight?"

  "Hey, do you think that's my temperament?" Shen Du said, and once again took out the jade bottle from his bosom, and in one breath ate down the eight remaining pellets of Gong Li Dan.

  In an instant, he saw his whole body's blue veins bulging, his face bright red, and the hand grasping the hilt of the sword trembling violently.

  "Hah!" In an instant, he burst into a drink, hovering above the void, his four limbs stretching out with force, and his whole body shining with a dazzling green light.

  Wherever the green mangroves reached, they were all shocked by the extremely strong sword energy of Jian Huang's initial stage.

  Yan Mo and Bi Luo were instantly shocked by the sword energy, spitting out blood, and were violently shaken back to the fourth floor.

  Xiao Qing seemed to have a slightly stronger willpower, and after withstanding it for a moment, she was finally forced back by the powerful Sword Emperor's sword energy.

  At this moment, Shen Du's long sword swung out, a sword curtain blocking the door leading to the fourth floor.

  With a glance, he thought to himself: "This way, they should be safe."

  "Hum! At the same time, you swallowed too much gongli dan, aren't you afraid of exploding to death?" The silver-haired old man slowly turned around, with a kind smile on his face.

  "A thousand years ago, I died at your hands; now that I've been reborn, you must pay back the debt of blood with your own blood!"

  "Whether you can get what you want, let's put it aside for now, but first of all, I'd like to congratulate you on recovering your memory. It must be Xiaomo who told you, right?"

  The silver-haired old man said with a smile, although Shen Dou's strong sword energy stirred up a fierce and killing gust of wind in the room, the silver-haired old man seemed to be standing still, unaffected by the gust.

  "Unbelievable, you people from the Jiǔ Qū Temple are so ruthless and poisonous, not even sparing a young child!" Shen Dou said with a gloomy face, his eyes welling up with hidden tears.

  "But in the end, he died at your hands, and you personally beheaded your own son. If he can help you regain your memories, it's as if he repaid the debt of giving birth to you." The silver-haired old man said calmly, seemingly not feeling any sympathy for this matter.

  But Shen Dou gritted his teeth and angrily shouted: "Don't say that again!" Before the words had fallen, he silently recited the Nine You Sleeping Sword mantra in his heart, concentrated on one blow, and the sword moved with his body, violently shooting towards the silver-haired old man.

  Just as the silver-haired old man was about to lose his life under Shen Dou's sword, the silver-haired old man grasped the dragon-headed cane in his hand and a snow-white long sword broke out of the cane. With a casual parry, he easily deflected Shen Dou's sword.

  "Hmph, you think such low-level swordsmanship can control my soul? How ridiculous!" The silver-haired old man said calmly, his long robe fluttering as he suddenly appeared behind Shen Du and struck with a swift slash of his sword.

  That sword was accompanied by a faint green glow, and wherever the green glow reached, even the thick and heavy deep walls were cut with deep sword marks.

  Shen Du swallowed eight Gōng Lì Dān, after all, he was also a strong man in the early days of Jian Huang. He reacted quickly, stepped on the void, and continued to flash to one side, successfully avoiding the sword edge of the silver-haired old man.

  "Hmph, dodged it?" The silver-haired old man's face didn't show much surprise, but a cold laugh came from his throat as he said in a low voice, "Looks like I need to get serious too!" As he spoke, he shook off the wide long robe, revealing his bare upper body as he faced Shen Dou.

  Shen Du seemed unfamiliar with such a move, but looking at the crisscrossing sword scars on the silver-haired old man's body, it could be seen that he must be a seasoned swordsman.

  "Hey, it's not rare anymore, your Qingyun Sword is probably going to fall here." Shen Du said with a confident face, and his body began to nurture a super sword energy that surpassed the power of a one-star Sword Emperor.

  The moment the sword energy was released, even the silver-haired old man was forced to retreat two steps. His calm face also shook, and he looked surprised, saying: "What is this? You're just a mere Sword King, how can you have such abnormal sword energy?"

  "You may think yourself clever and cunning, but a thousand years ago you schemed against my people. Now, it's time for you to pay the heavy price for your actions."

  "What do you mean......" The silver-haired old man still didn't understand what Shen Du meant.

  "A wise man's thoughts must have one flaw, and your mistake lies in the fact that you knew Xiao Mo was my son, yet you still let him stay here. For a thousand years, Xiao Mo has helped me preserve my primordial spirit, not only recovering the memories of those days but also allowing my strength to soar. To kill you, a mere One-Star Sword Emperor, would be as easy as blowing away dust!"

  "But you clearly ate eight Gōng Lì Dān just now to have your current strength, could it be that..."

  "That's just a smokescreen for others, I don't want more people to know my true strength for now. You should also understand that in this world where the strong are respected and benefits are at the core, everyone can become their own enemy. It's still necessary to keep enough trump cards to avoid being bullied by scoundrels!"

  Shen Du's face was expressionless as he finished speaking, his long sword lightly swung, a green sword aura directly cutting towards the silver-haired old man's neck.

  The silver-haired old man felt his body stiffen in an instant, and he looked at Shen Du with a terrified face. He couldn't imagine that the young boy who had followed him around a thousand years ago would easily kill him a thousand years later!

  Slowly fell to the ground, very quickly, a pair of originally deep and profound eyes lost their vitality and became empty and terrifying...