The more chaotic the hall, the more people it attracted, which made it easier for Liu Yu to sneak into the water prison.
After helping the two escape the storage room, Liu Yu followed the direction indicated by the man towards the pool.
At this moment, he was already standing at the entrance of the underground passage, his face stern.
It was a dry well covered in moss, located in the southeast corner of the park. Wisteria vines coiled around the wellhead. Peering in, the well water shimmered with a faint black light.
"Damn, who would have thought the secret passage was hidden in a well? If I hadn't met those two guys, I wouldn't have found this place no matter how hard I tried."
After a moment of reflection, he braced his feet against the stone-laid well walls and began to descend inch by inch.
The well was wider at the bottom and narrower at the top. As he went deeper, his feet found less purchase on the well walls, forcing Liu Yu to embed his hands into the gaps between the stones and move downwards.
Before long, he saw a heavy door with a pneumatic lock.
"Looks like this is it."
Liu Yu drew his saber. He remembered the man saying there were many guards inside, and such a place, besides holding Ren Yuanhao's corpse, must contain other people.
He sliced open the door with his saber and leaped in. In this environment, any sound of air leakage would arouse the guards' suspicion. Da Feng Novel Network.
The passage was built with large stones, and footsteps were transmitted very clearly. Liu Yu held his black saber backward, and at the first turn, he saw four or five burly men armed with sabers rushing towards him!
"You refuse the path to heaven and insist on barging into the gates of hell! Brothers, attack!"
Liu Yu's black saber vibrated. While he was filled with rage towards the Qiu family, he knew these men were merely hired thugs by the Qiu family, mostly living by their wits. Thus, he held his black saber backward, not intending to take any lives.
"Hell? Have you got the right target? This is *your* hell!"
Liu Yu moved freely, his saber light flashing like a swift current, cutting through their wrists like a storm sweeping away fallen leaves. The force was so great that their weapons flew from their hands instantly. Before the weapons even hit the ground, Liu Yu, with incredible footwork, gathered all the blades under his armpit. Shadows crossed, and saber light flickered. In just over ten exchanges, he had overturned the five men.
Liu Yu's chest heaved. Driving all night, coupled with the consumption of his abilities, he was only holding on by sheer willpower.
He gently placed his saber on the ground to avoid attracting more guards. After catching his breath, he headed towards the water prison deeper in the passage.
Unexpectedly, after the five guards he had subdued, he saw no one else. On both sides of the passage were compartments, each about two meters long and wide, storing some shade-loving goods, which was quite unexpected.
Just as he thought he was smoothly reaching his destination, he suddenly spotted a short old man wearing a black cloak, his hair graying, his cheeks sunken, and his appearance emaciated. He was sitting on a high stool, his legs crossed, drinking Erguotou, with a curved saber standing beside him.
"Kid, you've got good skills. Want to come over and have a drink with an old man?"
The old man gulped down the liquor, then glanced sideways, two sharp lights suddenly shooting from his eyes!
"Sorry, I only drink with friends, and my tolerance is not good."
As Liu Yu spoke, he felt those two sharp lights filled with killing intent, and his internal energy surged uncontrollably.
Unexpectedly, the old man waved his hand, "Kid, if we drink together, can't we be friends?"
"Sorry, I don't want to be a dog of the Qiu family!"
Liu Yu's thumb on the saber hilt turned slightly pale, his body taut like a fully drawn bow.
"Kid, didn't your parents teach you to respect your elders?"
The old man put down his wine and stood up, gripping his saber. Though he didn't look particularly imposing, he exuded a chilling killing intent, as if he had walked out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
"Sorry, my parents died early. And I can't respect an old man like you who does evil deeds!"
Liu Yu drew his saber first, unconsciously activating his invisibility ability, clearly wary of the opponent before him.
Just as the black shadow reached halfway, Liu Yu suddenly disappeared. The old man flipped his saber twice, his eyes slowly closing.
"You are indeed an ability user, and quite a high-level one with 'invisibility'. However, I must remind you, though your form is hidden, ~"
Before the old man finished speaking, he suddenly lunged upwards, swinging his curved saber in the opposite direction, emitting a sound of metal clashing!
"Your momentum won't disappear with your ability!"
The old man switched from defense to offense. His curved saber was as cunning and unpredictable as a spirit snake in his hands. Every saber strike was aimed at a vital point. Liu Yu was forced back steadily. He could still resist with his abilities earlier, but as his internal energy depleted, his abilities also faded.
He blocked the opponent's curved saber with one strike and retreated seven or eight steps. His long saber vibrated, and white mist spewed out. "You are the first person to see through my ability."
"Is there anything strange about that? Let me tell you, the more powerful an ability user is, the more reliant they are on their abilities, and this reliance is precisely what puts them at a disadvantage. You are no exception."
The old man's eyes shot out sharp light, and he walked back to the door, picking up the Baijiu and drinking it down.
"Go back. As long as I'm guarding here, you won't get past."
After a mouthful of wine, the old man not only showed no signs of drunkenness but became even more spirited.
"What if I insist on going past?"
Liu Yu gripped his black saber, forcefully gathering his energy.
"A good seedling, I can't bear to kill you."
The old man said it casually, as if Liu Yu would become a亡魂 under his saber if he wished.
"Pardon me!"
Liu Yu's saber speed was incredibly fast, like a thunderclap. This move was a saber technique he learned from a cave while searching for the coldest object in the world, named "Ben Lei" (Thunderbolt).
The thunderous roar echoed in the narrow passage. The old man flipped over, grabbed his curved saber, and shot out. The saber light, carrying a strong gust of wind, was ready to clash head-on with Liu Yu's Ben Lei Saber!
Boom!
The moment the two collided, the sound of metal clashing was like crashing waves, deafening. The qi wave swept past them. The old man's face was cut by a bloodstain, and Liu Yu's ribcage also suffered a gash about 20 centimeters long. If it had been half a millimeter deeper, it would have injured his bones.
His black saber flew out of his hand, and Liu Yu's vision went black. In a daze, he saw the old man sitting back on the high stool, drinking wildly, and then pressing the red call and alarm button on his right.
"The intruder has been apprehended. There's no need for further concerns."
"Well done. I'll have someone come to catch this fly right away."