The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

"Dragon Guard?"

Jiang Chen repeated the unfamiliar word, then turned his gaze to Xiao Ruoye.

Xiao Ruoye's expression was even more unpleasant than when she was suppressed by the aura of the Jun family patriarch. It was a deep-seated fear of a system that she could not contend with.

"It's neither the Martial Arts Association nor some reclusive family."

Her voice was a little dry, and her Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

"The Dragon Guard, directly under the highest level, is an invisible blade that exists outside all rules."

"Their only duty is to kill any martial arts practitioner who disrupts the balance."

Xiao Ruoye took a deep breath, seemingly trying to calm herself down, but the tremor in her voice was impossible to hide.

"They are not bound by any laws and have the power to act first and report later. Every member of the Dragon Guard is a monster that crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood."

"Song Hao... he wasn't lying. The Dragon Guard has a secret technique that can refine powerful martial artists into pills to cultivate their core members."

"Once they set their sights on you, it's a fight to the death. They'll relentlessly pursue you, like a persistent leech, to the ends of the earth, until your target is completely wiped off the face of the earth."

In the hall, the faces of several elders of the Song family turned ashen upon hearing these words.

They were just celebrating that the Song family had latched onto a powerful ally, but now it seems that this is no dragon at all, but rather a walking calamity.

"Mr. Jiang..." the Second Elder said tremulously, "Perhaps... you should leave for the time being?"

Jiang Chen ignored him.

He simply looked at Xiao Ruoye and asked, "Are they very strong?"

"Strong?" Xiao Ruoye smiled bitterly. "It's not a matter of strength or weakness. They represent the will of this country. To oppose them is to oppose the entire state apparatus. No one can win."

She had barely finished speaking.

"Boom!"

A huge, deafening roar came from overhead.

The glass in the entire Song family hall groaned under the intense sonic shock, then shattered with a crash.

A violent gust of air, carrying shards of glass, poured into the hall.

Song Yuzhi subconsciously raised her hand to shield herself, but was protected by a gentle wall of air.

Everyone looked up.

A completely black armed helicopter, without any markings, was hovering above the villa.

The enormous propeller, like a spinning scythe of death, pulverized the flowers, plants, and trees in the courtyard.

The cabin door opened.

A rope ladder was thrown down.

A figure in a dark red uniform did not climb down the rope ladder, but instead leaped directly down.

boom!

A loud bang.

The figure crashed heavily onto the bluestone slab in the center of the courtyard like a meteorite.

The hard ground cracked like a spiderweb around the spot where he landed.

The person who came in slowly straightened up.

He was about forty years old, with a square face and sharp eyes. He wore a dark red uniform and had a golden dragon head badge slung over his shoulder.

Behind him, two attendants, also dressed in uniform but with a more somber aura, slid down the rope ladder and stood silently behind him.

Zhao Wuji, Chief Administrator of the Imperial Capital Branch of the Dragon Guard.

He didn't even glance at the Song family guards around him who looked like they were facing a formidable enemy, and strode straight toward the hall.

His steps were small, yet they carried a strange rhythm.

Each step was like an invisible drum, striking heavily on everyone's hearts.

The Song family elder in the hall felt his blood surging and he could hardly breathe.

Zhao Wuji stopped at the entrance of the hall, his gaze sweeping across the entire room, finally settling on the young man leisurely sipping tea in the armchair.

He took out a gold-embossed scroll from his pocket and slowly unrolled it.

"Jiang Chen!"

His voice, devoid of any emotion, resonated like the clash of metal against metal, echoing throughout the hall.

Do you know your crime?

No one answered.

Zhao Wuji didn't care and continued to read aloud to himself.

"His first crime was committing the massacre of the entire Jun family in the capital, slaughtering over three hundred members of the family with cruel methods that are intolerable to Heaven!"

"His second crime was the massacre of thirteen martial arts grandmasters and two great grandmasters, causing severe damage to the martial arts world in the capital and disrupting its order!"

"The third offense is the unauthorized creation of evil puppets, which violates the laws of nature and is the first taboo for martial artists!"

With each line he recited, his aura increased by one point.

After reading out the three charges, his momentum had reached its peak.

A crimson aura condensed behind him, faintly forming the phantom of a roaring lion.

"Five crimes combined, according to the Dragon Guard's ironclad rules, execute him on the spot, annihilating his soul and spirit!"

Zhao Wuji put away the scroll and looked at Jiang Chen with an arrogant gaze.

"Considering the difficulty of your cultivation, and the benevolence of Heaven, the Dragon Guard will give you a chance."

"Kneel down immediately, bind your hands, hand over all the treasures in the Jun family treasury, and then come with me back to the Dragon Guard dungeon to await your judgment."

His tone was neither one of negotiation nor judgment.

It is an order.

It is a kind of natural charity from a superior to an inferior.

In the hall, everyone's eyes were focused on Jiang Chen.

The Song family elders were on tenterhooks.

Xiao Ruoye's fists were clenched tightly, her palms covered in cold sweat.

Jiang Chen finally made a move.

He didn't stand up, nor did he even glance at Zhao Wuji.

He simply placed the teacup he was holding gently on the table.

The teacup made a crisp, light sound as it touched the table.

Then, he turned his head and looked at Song Yuzhi beside him.

"The tea has gone cold."

"Bring me a hot pot."

Song Yuzhi was taken aback for a moment, then understood what Jiang Chen meant.

She suppressed the turmoil in her heart and called out to the door, "Someone, bring Mr. Jiang a pot of the best Da Hong Pao tea."

The entire hall was deathly silent.

Zhao Wuji's expression froze.

The two attendants behind him also looked on in disbelief.

What did they hear?

The Dragon Guard Chief Steward pronounced the death sentence in person, and this person was still concerned about whether his tea was hot or cold.

This is ignoring it.

Naked, utter disregard.

"Good...very good!"

Zhao Wuji laughed in anger, his muscles bulging, stretching his dark red uniform to its limit.

"You brat, how dare you be so arrogant in front of the Dragon Guards!"

With a roar, he moved swiftly, his five fingers forming claws, and with a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air, he aimed straight for Jiang Chen's throat.

The crimson lion phantom behind him roared, becoming one with his movements.

That one grab is enough to crush a steel plate.

This single grab encapsulates the lifelong cultivation of a Grandmaster at the peak.

Faced with this thunderous blow.

Jiang Chen finally slowly raised his head.

He looked at Zhao Wuji rushing towards him, his deep eyes showing no emotion.

It's only in the deepest part of the pupil.

Two tiny, dark golden flames, no bigger than pinheads, flickered slightly.

then.

burst.

An indescribable, terrifying pressure, originating from his bloodline and the deepest part of his soul, transformed into two tangible golden beams of light that shot out from Jiang Chen's eyes.

That beam of light had no temperature and no sound.

But it pierced Zhao Wuji's eyes with pinpoint accuracy.

Zhao Wuji, who was charging forward, suddenly stopped.

The ferocity on his face turned into extreme terror.

His roaring crimson lion phantom, as if encountering its natural enemy, shattered instantly before it could even let out a mournful cry, turning into countless points of light.

puff!puff!

Two soft sounds.

Two plumes of blood mist burst from Zhao Wuji's eye sockets.

His eyeballs were crushed by that invisible pressure.

"ah--"

A piercing scream, so shrill it was almost inhuman, echoed throughout the Song family's villa.

Zhao Wuji covered his blood-soaked eye sockets with both hands, his body losing all strength, and his knees buckled.

With a "plop".

She knelt heavily before Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen picked up the freshly brewed tea that the servant had just served and blew on it to cool it down.

Then, he uttered a single word softly.

"roll."

Zhao Wuji's two terrified followers, as if granted a pardon, scrambled forward, grabbed the still wailing Zhao Wuji, and dragged him away like a dead dog.

A long, glaring trail of blood was left on the ground.

Song Yuzhi stared at the bloodstain, not even having time to catch her breath, when her phone suddenly started vibrating violently in her pocket.

She answered the phone, and after hearing only one sentence, her face turned deathly pale.

"Jiang Chen..."

Her voice was trembling.

"The Dragon Guard Headquarters has issued the highest-level 'Red Dragon Order'."

"A hundred-strong Dragon Guard patrol team has... surrounded this place."