The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

The lightning did not dissipate.

After the blinding purple light dissipated, only a charred human figure remained in the center of the underground palace.

Jiang Chen's body was like a piece of ceramic that had been cracked by firing, covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

The purple arcs of electricity, as thin as snakes, were still moving through the cracks, following his veins, and heading towards his heart.

That was the Immortal-Slaying Curse using the power of heavenly lightning for its final counterattack.

It intends to utterly destroy this body, inside and out, that dared to defy fate.

"Haha...hahahaha!"

In the corner, Jun Aoshi coughed up a mouthful of black blood, his face showing a morbid pleasure.

"Die, you useless piece of trash!"

"This is destiny!"

Xiao Ruoye's pupils constricted, and she cried out in a trembling voice, "No..."

She tried to rush over, but the oppressive force emanating from the remaining minefield made it impossible for her to even stand still.

Jiang Chen's life force is visibly slipping away.

Just then, a figure in pure white moved.

"Suxin, no!"

Xiao Ruoye reached out to grab it, but only managed to grab a corner of her clothes.

Shen Suxin rushed into the minefield that was still crackling with electric arcs.

Without the slightest hesitation, she bit her tongue hard.

A mouthful of crimson blood tinged with emerald green spurted from her mouth, turning into a cloud of blood mist that met the purple electric snakes still raging within Jiang Chen's body.

This is not ordinary blood.

This is the primordial vitality of her body, accumulated over twenty years by the poisonous nature of a hundred herbs.

"You're insane! You're insane too!"

Jun Aoshi was unable to comprehend what he was seeing.

How could a cauldron sacrifice its own essence for its master?

"laugh--"

The emerald green blood mist collided with the purple lightning.

There was no explosion.

Two extreme forces, one representing ultimate destruction and the other representing ultimate vitality, surprisingly neutralized each other at the moment of contact.

Strands of grayish-white energy, carrying an aura of chaos, appeared out of thin air.

That energy was neither violent nor gentle.

It's like a primordial "creation" energy.

These grayish-white streams flowed along the cracks in Jiang Chen's body, into his parched meridians, and nourished his nearly broken internal organs.

Deep within Jiang Chen's sea of ​​consciousness.

The slumbering remnant soul of the true dragon seemed to have smelled the most delicious tonic, and suddenly opened its golden vertical pupils.

It opened its dragon mouth and swallowed the "creation energy" that surged into its body in one gulp.

The dragon soul's previously somewhat illusory body became more solid at this moment.

It let out a clear, joyful dragon roar.

The dragon's roar resounded directly within Jiang Chen's dantian universe.

"Click—"

A crisp sound, like glass shattering.

The fourth black shackle that bound his dantian, representing the "Spirit Gu Body," shattered instantly.

The shackles shattered, but did not dissipate.

It transformed into the purest nourishment for the soul, instantly merging into Jiang Chen's divine soul.

At this moment, the techniques of the "Formless Technique" were no longer hindered.

boom!

A surge of dark golden true energy, more than ten times stronger than before, burst forth from his dantian like a dam bursting, instantly washing over his limbs and bones.

The cracks on the body surface healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The charred skin peeled away, revealing new skin that shimmered with a faint golden light, as beautiful as jade.

An immense and unparalleled aura emanated from Jiang Chen's body and spread outwards.

"No...this is bad! Retreat quickly!"

At the entrance to the underground palace, the remaining Jun family shadow guards who were not yet dead sensed this aura.

The fear on their faces froze.

A dark golden aura swept over them.

Their bodies, like sand sculptures weathered by wind, instantly turned to dust.

Not even a scream could be left behind.

Jun Aoshi's ecstatic joy turned into extreme terror.

He wanted to escape.

Jiang Chen merely glanced at him indifferently.

He felt as if his legs were filled with lead, and he couldn't move them.

Jiang Chen slowly stood up.

He looked down at his unharmed hands and felt the surging river of true energy within his body.

The fourth level is the stage of no-form decision.

Beneath his feet, on the scorched earth that had been struck by lightning, a tender green sprout miraculously emerged.

New shoots break through the soil, grow against the wind, and in the blink of an eye, they bloom into a pure white flower.

He turned around and looked at the plain-clad woman whose face was withered and who was about to collapse due to the depletion of her life force.

"You're stupid."

Jiang Chen walked up to Shen Suxin, raised his hand, and gently stroked her pale cheek.

A warm, vibrant, dark golden aura flowed into her body.

Shen Suxin's previously pale complexion miraculously regained its rosy hue.

She even felt that her depleted essence was being rapidly replenished.

"Brother Jiang..."

Shen Suxin looked at the man in front of her, her eyes reddening.

"I'm fine."

Jiang Chen withdrew his hand, turned around, and stopped looking at her.

His gaze passed through the ravaged underground palace and landed on the "prodigy" who was slumped in the corner, trembling all over.

The calamity cloud in the sky had not completely dissipated.

A wisp of purple lightning lingered, reluctant to leave, still wanting to strike downwards.

Jiang Chen raised his right hand and made a loose fist towards the bolt of lightning.

That unruly bolt of lightning seemed to be grabbed by an invisible hand, letting out a mournful cry of resentment, and was forcibly pulled down from the sky.

Lightning struggled and leaped wildly in his palm.

Jiang Chen clenched his five fingers.

He forcibly shaped the lightning bolt into a fist-sized, purple crystal sphere that constantly flickered with electric arcs.

He weighed the lightning ball in his hand as if it were an ordinary glass marble.

Then, he took a step, one step at a time, and walked towards Jun Aoshi.

"You...you stay away!"

Jun Aoshi struggled to retreat, but his body wouldn't obey him.

Under Jiang Chen's terrifying aura locking him in, he couldn't even twitch a finger.

"You can't kill me! I'm the young master of the Jun family! I..."

Jiang Chen walked up to him and squatted down.

He gently placed the still-flickering purple lightning ball on Jun Aoshi's Adam's apple.

"Sizzle—"

A plume of smoke rose from the charred flesh.

Jun Aoshi's scream was choked in his throat.

Five years ago, you stole my destiny.

Jiang Chen's voice was calm, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

"Today, I've come to retrieve my belongings."

"And by the way, I'll take your life."