The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

After absorbing Jun Wanhe's blood, the red glow on the surface of that black beast bone grew stronger and stronger.

The floor of the underground palace began to tremble slightly.

It wasn't the tremor caused by an explosion; it was more like some enormous creature awakening deep underground, slowly turning over.

"Jiang Chen!"

Jun Wanhe's voice became dry and hoarse. He seemed to have lost all his energy in an instant, and his whole body hunched over.

His face, however, held a kind of madness that suggested he was willing to die with everyone else.

"Do you think you've won?"

"The century-old heritage of my Jun family is beyond your comprehension!"

"Today, I'll show you what true despair is!"

He formed a mudra with his hands and chanted incantations.

Boom!

The massive iron gate behind him, along with the thick walls, was violently forced open by an upward force.

An ancient bronze bell emerged from the ground and floated in mid-air.

The bell was no more than half a person's height, and nine dragons of different shapes were carved on its body.

These dragons are not as majestic as ordinary carvings; instead, each one seems to be enduring great pain, its body bound by invisible chains, its mouth open in a silent wail.

"This is……"

The moment Xiao Ruoye saw the clock, she felt as if a steel needle had been plunged into her temple.

hum-

A distant yet incredibly jarring bell rang out within the underground palace.

The sound didn't seem to travel through the air; it exploded directly in everyone's mind.

Xiao Ruoye groaned, feeling her blood surging and the Geng metal energy that had just stabilized within her body suddenly showing signs of going out of control.

She quickly sat down cross-legged and tried her best to suppress the attack.

Shen Suxin's situation was even worse. She had already exhausted her vital energy, and now her face turned pale, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

"The Dragon-Locking Bell..."

Jiang Chen looked at the bronze bell and softly uttered its name.

He was familiar with this item.

On the night his destiny was taken away, this bell tolled, a nightmare for him.

He could feel that the newly perfected True Dragon Qi within his body produced a subtle, unstable fluctuation under the sound of the bell.

This bell is specifically designed to counter the fate of dragons.

It doesn't aim to destroy your physical body, but rather to shatter your destiny and soul from the very beginning through sound waves.

Jiang Chen ignored the strange movements within his body.

He walked to Jun Yao, who was still unconscious, and gently covered her ears with his hands.

A gentle, dark golden aura enveloped Jun Yao's small body, shielding her from the piercing chime of the bell.

"At a time like this, you still have the mind to care about a useless person?"

Seeing Jiang Chen's actions, Jun Wanhe laughed even more maniacally.

"Jiang Chen, did you hear that? That's the mournful cry of a dragon!"

"This bell is a legendary weapon forged by my Jun family ancestors over a hundred years using the souls of nine dragons and meteorite iron from outer space!"

"Every time it rings, it draws away the dragon vein energy of the capital! It is the nemesis of all dragon vein destinies!"

"I want you to watch your destiny being stripped away and shattered bit by bit!"

Jun Wanhe, looking like a madman, used his last bit of strength to slam his palm onto the Dragon-Locking Bell.

when!

This time, the bell rang more than ten times louder than before.

Visible blue sound waves transformed into ripples, spreading in all directions.

The walls of the underground palace cracked inch by inch under the sound waves, and stone chips fell down in a flurry.

Xiao Ruoye could no longer suppress it and spat out a mouthful of blood, her face instantly turning pale.

Jiang Chen remained standing in the same spot, without even moving the hem of his clothes.

He merely raised his eyelids and glanced at Jun Wanhe indifferently.

"It's so noisy."

Those three simple words brought Jun Wanhe's laughter to an abrupt halt.

"Why...why aren't you affected?"

Jun Wanhe could not understand.

Even the former Jun Lintian had to temporarily avoid the Dragon-Locking Bell's sharp edge.

Why is this cripple, whose destiny has been taken away, able to stand here so calmly?

"Because what you have in your hand is just a piece of scrap metal."

Jiang Chen released his hand from Jun Yao's ears.

He straightened up and slowly walked towards Jun Wanhe.

"No! This is impossible!"

Jun Wanhe roared hysterically, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"How dare you defile the might of a sacred weapon!"

"Die! Die!"

He poured all his life's cultivation and remaining life force into the Dragon-Locking Bell without reservation.

Buzz!

The bronze bell body swells in the wind.

In the blink of an eye, it went from being half a person tall to a giant bell over three meters tall.

The nine wailing dragons on the bell seemed to come alive, and blue light and shadows danced wildly across the surface of the bell.

An overwhelming aura, like Mount Tai pressing down, locked onto Jiang Chen.

"town!"

Jun Wanhe used his last bit of strength to roar out this word.

The enormous Dragon-Locking Bell, carrying a terrifying force capable of crushing mountains, slammed down towards Jiang Chen's head.

Before the bell even landed, the terrifying pressure had already caused the ground beneath Jiang Chen's feet to collapse inch by inch.

Xiao Ruoye and Shen Suxin, who were in the distance, felt as if their bones were about to be crushed under this oppressive force.

Jiang Chen didn't even frown.

He simply raised his right index finger slowly.

His movements were slow.

He moved so slowly that everyone present could see his every subtle movement.

There were no dazzling light effects or fluctuating sword energy on his fingertips.

Only one point.

A tiny, pinhead-sized, dark golden starlight, compressed to the extreme.

That was the form that appeared after he compressed the true energy of the fourth level of the Formless Technique to an unbelievable density.

Time, at this moment, is slowed down infinitely.

A massive bronze bell, exuding an aura of destruction.

Slender, long fingers that shimmer with a hint of starlight.

The two form the most extreme and absurd contrast.

at last.

Fingertips touched the bell wall.

There was no earth-shattering noise.

There wasn't even a sound.

The entire underground palace fell into an eerie, absolute silence.

The bell tolled, then disappeared.

The oppressive aura disappeared.

Everything froze the moment the fingertip touched the clock face.

Click.

A crisp sound, like glass shattering, rang out sharply in the deathly silence.

The madness on Jun Wanhe's face froze.

He stared wide-eyed at the Dragon-Locking Bell.

A hair-thin crack appeared on the massive bell where it touched Jiang Chen's fingertips.

Then came the second, the third...

The cracks spread wildly in all directions from that point, like a spider web.

In the blink of an eye.

The legendary weapon that had been passed down through the Jun family for hundreds of years was now covered with countless cracks.

boom!

The enormous Dragon-Locking Bell resembled a glass jar smashed by a mischievous child with a stone.

It exploded with a deafening roar.

It turned into countless blue fragments.

Countless bronze fragments, imbued with sharp energy, shot out in all directions.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

Jun Wanhe was the first to bear the brunt.

In an instant, his body was pierced by dozens of bronze fragments.

His entire body was riddled with holes, like a bloody sieve.

He didn't even have time to let out a scream before his body went limp and he died.

Jiang Chen withdrew his finger; from beginning to end, he hadn't moved an inch.

Those bronze fragments, powerful enough to pierce steel plates, were crushed into dust by an invisible wall of energy when they came within three feet of his body.

Inside the underground palace, everything was in a mess.

Xiao Ruoye and Shen Suxin were so shocked by what they saw that they were speechless.

That is the legendary weapon passed down through generations of the Jun family.

A terrifying magical artifact powerful enough to suppress the fortune of the capital.

That's it...

It was shattered by a single finger?

Jun Wanhe is dead.

Dead beyond dead.

But just as he collapsed, his finger, now only half its original length, used its last bit of strength to point towards the deepest part of the Jun family mansion, to the ancestral hall that never saw the light of day.

His lips moved silently.

Although he didn't make a sound, Jiang Chen understood those two words.

"Ancestor..."

And at that very moment.

A will a hundred times stronger than Jun Wanhe's, filled with an aura of decay and death, slowly awakened from the direction of the ancestral hall.

A series of extremely heavy breathing sounds, like the pulling of an old bellows, rang clearly in the ears of everyone in the underground palace.