Chapter 498: Prince's Residence Dungeon!

Soon, Jiangnan Wang's car stopped at the entrance of the dungeon in the Royal Palace Backyard.

Jiang Feng got out of the car, and Jiangnan Wang immediately went up to meet him.

"Young Master Jiang, I've already arranged it—several thousand Palace Guard are ready, guaranteeing tight security; not even a fly could fly into the dungeon!"

His voice was loud, he was full of confidence, as if he were showing off.

Jiang Feng glanced at him, said nothing, and walked toward the inside of the dungeon.

Jiangnan Wang hurried to follow, took a few steps, then edged up beside Jiang Feng, his tone hinting at some difficulty.

"Mr. Jiang, although my troops are all battle-hardened veterans, if we truly encounter an expert above the Heavenly Person level, no matter how many elite soldiers we have, we won't be able to stop them from rescuing the person."

He paused, glanced at Jiang Feng's expression, then continued speaking.

"Under my command, only Wu Chengliang is a Master Realm cultivator; the rest are ordinary people. I, the little prince, am not afraid of their sacrifice, but I fear it would affect Mr. Jiang's important affairs."

Jiangnan Wang finished speaking, then looked at Jiang Feng anxiously, waiting for his reaction.

Jiang Feng saw through his thoughts at a glance and let out a cold laugh.

"Don't worry, I won't exhaust your meager resources."

"First, take me to interrogate that Heavenly Person Peak cultivator."

Hearing this, Jiangnan Wang breathed a sigh of relief and quickly nodded.

He hurriedly led Jiang Feng deeper into the dungeon.

The dungeon was built underground, the corridor was long, with cells on both sides.

Dim yellow light shone on the rough stone walls, casting mottled shadows.

The air was filled with a musty and rusty smell, making people uncomfortable.

Each cell door was a heavy iron door, with a large iron lock hanging on it; only a small window allowed a view inside.

Jiangnan Wang walked ahead, Jiang Feng followed behind, and their footsteps echoed in the corridor.

Upon reaching the deepest part of the corridor, Jiangnan Wang stopped.

Here there was the largest cell, much more spacious than the others, with an even sturdier iron door.

Jiangnan Wang pushed open the iron door and stepped aside.

"Mr. Jiang, please."

Jiang Feng walked in.

The cell had no windows, only a dim yellow bulb overhead emitting a faint light.

The walls were rough stone, the ground covered with a layer of dry grass that gave off a musty smell.

At this moment, the old man was tightly bound with refined iron chains, his hands and feet locked and fixed to the wall.

This is the most stringent confinement method in the Jiangnan Wang's Mansion Dungeon, generally used to imprison major criminals.

The old man leaned against the wall, eyes closed, his expression calm, as if he were meditating.

But his complexion was very pale, with dried blood at the corner of his mouth, and his right wrist was bandaged, showing his injury was serious.

Hearing the footsteps, the old man opened his eyes and looked toward the door.

Seeing Jiang Feng walk in, a flicker of complex emotion passed through his eyes.

But he quickly regained his composure and let out a cold snort.

"Your excellency, your prowess is outstanding—even Jiangnan Wang willingly serves as your hound and horse; I admire such ability."

His voice was hoarse, but his tone was firm, carrying a hint of mockery.

"But I hope you don't delude yourself—that treasure is not yours to keep; you'd better hand over the divine artifact quickly, lest disaster strike."

After the old man finished speaking, the corner of his mouth curled into a cold smile, his eyes hinting at provocation.

Upon hearing this, Jiangnan Wang flew into a rage, pointing at the old man's nose and cursing.

"You old fool, how dare you be rude to Mr. Jiang! Do you know you're about to die?"

His voice was loud, echoing in the cramped cell.

"Mr. Jiang could crush you with a single finger, yet you still stubbornly mouth off!"

Jiangnan Wang grew angrier as he spoke, rolled up his sleeves, and was about to step forward to give the old man a severe beating.

The old man looked at Jiangnan Wang, his cold smile deepening, his eyes full of contempt.

"Jiangnan Wang, you of all people, yet you act as someone's ox and horse—you've utterly disgraced the Xuan Yuan Royal Clan's reputation!"

As soon as those words were spoken, Jiangnan Wang's face flushed crimson, as if someone had stepped on his tail.

"You… you…"

He was so angry he couldn't speak, rolled up his sleeves, and was about to rush forward.

Jiang Feng reached out and lightly grabbed Jiangnan Wang's arm.

Jiangnan Wang froze for a moment, then turned his head to look at Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng said nothing, merely glanced at him.

That glance was calm, but Jiangnan Wang immediately understood, stepping back two steps and daring not to move.

Jiang Feng walked up to the old man, looked down at him from above, his expression calm.

"I've said before, I like people who are strong-willed."

His voice wasn't loud, but each word was crystal clear.

"But you… I don't think you can stay strong-willed forever."

The old man looked at Jiang Feng, a flicker of unease passing through his eyes, but he still refused to yield.

"Whatever methods you have, bring them out. I, old brother, have lived over sixty years and have seen everything."

Jiang Feng smiled and said nothing.

He raised his right hand, extended his index finger, pointed lightly at the old man's body.

This finger-point was very light, as if pointing at air.

But the next moment, the old man's face changed dramatically.

He felt a strange power surge from Jiang Feng's fingertips, drilling into his body.

That power caused no pain, no itch, and not even a sense of impact.

But the old man knew, the more like this, the more terrifying.

He lowered his head to look at his own body, his pupils suddenly contracting.

His skin, at a speed visible to the naked eye, became loose and withered.

The skin on his hands went from smooth to rough, from rough to wrinkled, from wrinkled to like bark.

His hair turned from grayish-white to pure white, falling out strand by strand.

His body was aging.

Aging at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The old man widened his eyes, his lips trembling, wanting to say something, but his throat felt as if blocked by something, unable to make a sound.

He felt his stamina draining, his strength fading, his vitality ebbing away.

That feeling was more terrifying than any torture.

A knife cutting flesh at least lets you see the wound and feel the pain.

But aging, you see nothing, feel nothing, only watching helplessly as you slowly grow old, step by step toward death.

The old man finally couldn't hold back, letting out a mournful scream.

"Ah!"

Jiangnan Wang stood nearby, watching the old man's transformation, his face also turning pale.

He personally saw the old man age decades in just a few short seconds.

From a man in his sixties, he became a ninety-something-year-old, on the verge of death.

Jiangnan Wang swallowed saliva, stepped back two paces, and his gaze toward Jiang Feng grew even more reverent.

What kind of method is this?

It's not killing, not beating, but making a person's time flow faster.

Such a method, unheard of, unseen.

The old man slumped against the wall, gasping heavily, his eyes full of fear.

His voice was so weak it was almost inaudible, yet each word carried endless fear.

"Ti... spacetime law..."

He had heard of the spacetime law, a legendary thing that only a Great Martial Venerable could touch.

This young man in his twenties before him had actually mastered the spacetime law?

The old man's mind went blank, he dared not believe, nor did he want to believe.

But the facts were before his eyes, leaving him no choice but to believe.

His body would not lie.

He was indeed aging, indeed heading toward death.

The old man's lips trembled, and tears streamed down.

He had lived over sixty years, killed many, seen many strongmen, and had never been afraid.

But now, he was afraid.

Not because he feared death, but because this way of dying—watching himself slowly die of old age—was more tormenting than any other death.

Jiang Feng looked at him, expression calm, and asked lightly.

"Now, can you speak?"

The old man's body trembled, his teeth chattered, his whole being as if thrown into an ice cellar.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but his throat was so dry he could not make a sound.

Jiang Feng did not urge him, just standing there, looking down on him from above.

After a while, the old man's voice finally squeezed out from his throat, hoarse to the point of being almost inaudible.

"I... I..."