The dark clouds dispersed.

The sky remained clear and bright.

The previous anomaly had completely vanished.

Darin's body was severed in half, he was already dead.

The tattered drum lost its power, becoming mere trash.

The Imperial Master sheathed his longsword and took a deep breath!

His body also suffered severe injuries.

The sound of this drum was very beguiling.

Every beat seemed not to emanate from within the drum but to explode directly in a person's mind.

He took out the Divine Dragon Tripod from his bosom and gently pressed it against the prison door.

Crack!

The Divine Dragon Tripod perfectly fused.

This item was taken by the Imperial Master from Isabella Warm, said to be the key to unlocking the prison.

He had been waiting, waiting back and forth, finally arriving at the dead Darin.

Darin had seven swords but not this most crucial Divine Dragon Tripod.

Inside the prison.

The Undead Tribe was mostly dead or injured.

The survivors were barely hanging on.

More exhaling, less inhaling.

But the Emperor was staring intently at the prison entrance.

Luck would not come.

He knew his fate.

At the moment the Imperial Master took action, the Emperor knew he was finished.

"Disciple, the Heavenly Dao revolves; no one is spared by fate!" The Imperial Master pointed to the sky, expressionless, "Years ago, you ambushed me while I was injured, declared yourself emperor, replacing me in the seat among the Seventh Emperors, resulting in you being forever accompanied by filth in this lavatory! Is this what you wanted?"

"I do not regret it!" The Emperor appeared quite composed. "The world bustles for profit; that was an emperor position! I had a chance, why not seize it! Master, if given a chance again, I would do exactly the same!"

After he finished speaking, the Undead Tribe within the prison were all stupefied.

If the Emperor had earnestly begged for mercy, perhaps there might have been a path to survival.

These individuals might have been spared as well.

Now, facing death calmly, these individuals were likely doomed to perish with him.

"Good! Worthy of being my disciple! You have guts, a fierce streak! Although I must kill you today, if I had the chance again, I would still take you as my disciple! You are very much like me!"

After the Imperial Master finished speaking, he squinted his eyes, preparing to turn the seven longswords.

Crack!

The prison door emitted the sound of gears turning.

The door shattered within an instant.

"Ahem." Suddenly, a coughing sound was heard.

"Who?" The Imperial Master turned, looking at the elderly man not far away, coldly saying, "I'm cleaning my own house; whoever stops me will be killed without mercy!"

He didn't know who the elderly man was but could sense that the other party was a master.

Absolutely a master!

"You cannot open this gate." The elderly man bent over, holding a broom, and in the blink of an eye, appeared at the prison entrance.

"What if I insist on opening it?" The Imperial Master couldn't give up; he was an emperor, even more unlikely to be threatened!

The enemy was just within reach, recalling the thousands of years of torment, the Imperial Master wanted nothing more than to devour the Emperor alive!

"You are not of the Undead Tribe; do not interfere with our family affairs."

After the Imperial Master spoke, the old man chuckled and said, "Esteemed high one, I see you are filled with murderous intent, which is harmful to the body. When does vengeance end, really, when?"

The Undead Tribe inside the prison heard this and erupted with joy!

This elderly man once walked the path unobstructed, coming before the prison, using hidden weapons to severely wound the Emperor.

If the elderly man were willing to intervene, in the Imperial Master's current state, he might return empty-handed.

"Are you advising me to give up vengeance?" The Imperial Master laughed wildly, slowly raising the longsword in his hand. "Today, even if a Daluo Golden Immortal is blocking this path, this old man will still execute immortals! Him, I've determined to kill!"

The Imperial Master pointed at the Emperor inside the prison, his aura beginning to emerge violently.

The battle with Bradwell Abernathy had left him with internal injuries, coupled with thousands of years of torment, the Imperial Master's stamina was not abundant.

Facing a master, he could only give it his all!

"No, you misunderstand." The elderly man shook his head, speaking earnestly, "I'm telling you to eradicate the roots, kill all the Undead Tribe outside first, then return to deal with him. Otherwise, those outside will continuously seek revenge against you, how troublesome."

After these words were spoken, not only were the Undead Tribe inside the prison stupefied, even the Imperial Master outside was left dumbfounded.

Eradicate the roots?

"I will take care of it myself, but today, you cannot stop me." The Imperial Master's tone was slightly softened, yet still on the verge of taking action.

"That won't do, I'm responsible for guarding this place; if you say kill, so kill, wouldn't I be derelict in my duty?" The elderly man shook his head, holding a broom.

"Derelict? What do you do?" The Imperial Master felt the elderly man before him was peculiar, yet couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Could he be a lunatic?

"I'm just a janitor." The elderly man chuckled honestly, gesturing to the broom in his hand, "I'm old. Can only do the dirty and tiring work that no one else wants."

"A janitor?" The Imperial Master paused slightly, then laughed: "I can offer you money, or a job, but today, don't stand in my way."

"That won't do." The elderly man blocked the Imperial Master's path: "You're smashing my rice bowl."

"I'll give you a golden rice bowl, isn't that enough?" The Imperial Master's right hand exerted force, ready to act tough at any moment.

"No need." The elderly man shook his head.

"Then I apologize!" The Imperial Master's longsword swept horizontally!

Clang!

Directly striking the broom handle!

Strangely, the indestructible sword was actually stopped dead by the broom handle!

Unable to advance a single inch!

"What is this thing?" The Imperial Master was somewhat shocked, this elderly man was extremely peculiar!

As one of the strongest combatants among the Seventh Emperors back then, he couldn't grasp the elderly man's skills.

"A broom." The elderly man finished speaking and gave a gentle flick!

The Emperor moved back a step!

He felt as though the sword in his hand nearly flew out!

Terrifying!

It was hard to imagine how an elderly janitor could be so powerful!

Lightly overturning heavy loads!

"Can't you really make a convenience?" The Imperial Master raised the sword, preparing to replicate the kill technique used on Darin!

Once that sword strike was delivered, the enemy was certain to die!

It was known as the soul-slash!

"If you need convenience go to the toilet, don't just say convenience, there's both big and small conveniences. Let me tell you, Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance's toilet paper is made of diamonds, you should really experience it." Speaking of convenience, the elderly man was getting excited.

"Truth be told, even if I don't go to the toilet every day, I have to use that paper to wipe my bottom, oh, how comfortable!"

The Imperial Master's face turned ashen!

He felt the elderly man was teasing him!

Truly infuriating!

"Then let's have a duel!"

He raised the longsword!

In the sky, dark clouds gathered once more.

"What's going on?" The elderly man looked up, glancing at the clouds overhead, frowned saying, "It was clear just now, how are there dark clouds?"

The corners of the Imperial Master's mouth raised slightly in a curve.

He could long summon wind and rain!

Let alone dark clouds, even if...

But just as he was accumulating power to strike, the elderly man raised the broom and swept it towards the sky.

The dark clouds dispersed.

The sky was clear and bright!

The Imperial Master's eyes widened!

In the world, there existed someone who could so effortlessly break his techniques?

"Who exactly are you?" Fear flashed rarely across the Imperial Master's eyes.

"Just a janitor, everyone calls me Mr. River." The elderly man scratched his head, awkwardly saying, "Names? Just a codename."

"Your surname is River!" The Imperial Master stood stunned on the spot.

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