The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

Song Hao's gaze, like two sticky brushes, swept over Xiao Ruoye and Shen Suxin.

Finally, his gaze lingered on Song Yuzhi's cold face, and his laughter grew even more unrestrained.

"Cousin, you're really getting more and more accomplished."

"Since when has such scum been allowed to enter the gates of the Song family?"

Beside him, the composed middle-aged man, Zhou Tong, the retainer of the Song family, took half a step forward.

Without uttering a word, a powerful aura befitting a grandmaster descended upon Jiang Chen.

This pressure was enough to terrify an ordinary grandmaster, causing them to kneel down on the spot.

The air in the hall seemed to grow heavier.

The Song family elders who had been whispering in the corner now straightened their backs, ready to watch the show.

They wanted to see just how capable this young man, on whom Song Yuzhi had placed such high hopes, really was.

However, Zhou Tong's imposing aura seemed to vanish into thin air when it landed on Jiang Chen.

It didn't cause the slightest ripple.

Jiang Chen didn't even lift his eyelids.

He remained leaning back in his armchair, slowly picking up his teacup and gently blowing away the tea foam floating on the surface of the water.

Zhou Tong's expression changed.

His imposing presence is the essence of his forty years of immersion in martial arts, as imposing as a mountain.

But the other party simply ignored it?

How is that possible!

"Playing tricks!"

Zhou Tong's anger flared, and he intensified his display of power.

The bluestone floor tiles beneath his feet couldn't withstand the pressure and made a slight "crackling" sound.

Jiang Chen finally made a move.

He brought the teacup to his lips and took a small sip.

"Thump!"

A muffled thud.

Zhou Tong's usually placid face froze instantly.

His legs bent uncontrollably, and he knelt heavily on the ground.

Click!Click!

Two sharp, jarring sounds of bones breaking echoed jarringly in the hall.

It's his kneecap.

It was crushed by an invisible yet irresistible force!

The excruciating pain caused him to tremble violently all over, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

He tried to scream, but found that his throat was being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, and he couldn't make a sound.

The entire hall fell silent instantly.

The smile on Song Hao's face froze.

The Song family elders who were preparing to watch the show suddenly jumped up from their chairs as if they had been pricked by needles.

What did they see?

A true grandmaster.

One of the Song family's top combat forces.

In the time it takes for the other party to drink a sip of tea, he just... knelt down?

They didn't even touch the hem of the other person's clothes!

"Uncle Zhou! You..."

Song Hao's voice was trembling.

He couldn't understand what was happening before his eyes.

Jiang Chen finally put down his teacup, making a soft sound.

He raised his eyelids, and for the first time, his indifferent eyes fell on Song Hao.

"Quarrel."

One word.

An understatement.

Song Hao's body felt as if he had been hit head-on by a speeding heavy truck.

He was sent flying backwards.

boom!

His body pressed heavily against the white marble screen wall at the entrance of the hall, and then, like a painting, slowly slid down.

He opened his mouth and vomited large amounts of blood, unable to utter a single word.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

All eyes were focused on that grand master's chair.

That man only made two movements from beginning to end.

I took a sip of tea.

He said one word.

It seems the Song family's world is about to collapse.

"Someone come here!"

Song Yuzhi's icy voice broke the deathly silence.

"Drag Song Hao out."

"From today onwards, we will revoke his management rights over all his properties and reclaim all his dividends."

"Anyone who dares to step into the main house without my permission will have their legs broken!"

Several guards snapped out of their daze and rushed over, grabbing Song Hao, who was like a lump of mud, and dragging him out.

"Yu Zhi! How dare you!"

The Second Elder finally realized what was happening, and was both shocked and furious.

"Song Hao is your cousin! He's the eldest son! What gives you the right to...?"

He hadn't finished speaking.

Jiang Chen's gaze swept over them indifferently.

The Second Elder's voice abruptly stopped.

He felt as if an invisible hand was squeezing his heart.

That feeling was ten thousand times more terrifying than facing Zhou Tong's oppressive aura.

That wasn't a suppression based on physical strength.

That's a form of life, crushing.

"Why should I?"

Song Yuzhi walked step by step to the elders.

In her hand, a warm jade pendant, symbolizing the power of the family, had appeared without her noticing.

"Is this enough?"

"Or perhaps you uncles and elders also want to go outside and calm down, just like Song Hao?"

The elders' faces turned pale and then red.

They looked at each other and saw fear in each other's eyes.

In the end, it was the Second Elder, the most active elder before, who was the first to bow his head.

He bent down with difficulty and bowed deeply in respect.

"The head of the family...is wise."

With one person taking the lead, the rest could no longer hold on.

They all bowed down, lowering their proud heads before Song Yuzhi, their niece whom they had never taken seriously before.

"I will obey the master's orders."

Looking at the scene before him, Song Yuzhi felt little pleasure.

She knew these people weren't afraid of her.

What they feared was the man sitting in the armchair, whose posture hadn't changed at all.

Less than ten minutes.

The power struggle within the Song family, which had lasted for several years, was brought to a complete end in the most violent and direct way.

This efficiency made Song Yuzhi's heart tremble.

She turned around and looked at Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen's gaze was also fixed on her.

"I'm not discussing this with you."

"I'm informing you."

"From today onwards, the Song family is in your hands."

After saying that, he looked away and picked up the cup of tea, which had already cooled down.

It was as if everything he had just done was nothing more than casually dusting off his clothes.

"No...I...I refuse to accept this!"

Just then, Song Hao, who had been dragged to the door, used his last bit of strength to let out a hoarse curse.

His face was contorted with pain and resentment.

"Jiang Chen! Don't be so smug!"

"You destroyed the Jun family and killed the Han family patriarch; you have already broken a taboo!"

"The Dragon Guards won't let you go! They'll find you! They'll capture you and refine you into pills!"

"You won't live to see tomorrow!"

His voice echoed in the hall.

Dragon Guard?

Xiao Ruoye's pupils suddenly contracted.