The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

The shrill cry of the Red Maiden shattered the deathly silence of the inn.

The sound was not something a human could make; it sounded more like the dying cry of a night owl.

The broken knife that Xiao Ruoye held to her neck remained motionless.

"Playing tricks."

The sinister look on Hong Niangzi's face grew even more intense, and the cinnabar dots around her eyes on the ghost head tattoo on her chest were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

"You've all asked for it!"

"Boom!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the floor of the entire inn burst open without warning.

Wood chips and dust shot into the sky.

Dozens of dark figures sprang out from the underground passage, each wielding a hook-and-sickle spear taller than a man. The blades gleamed with an eerie green light under the dim oil lamp, clearly indicating that they were coated with deadly poison.

These people moved in perfect unison, forming a strange formation the moment they landed, completely surrounding the small room.

The tips of the guns were all pointed at the three women inside the house.

A chilling, malevolent aura, mixed with the earthy smell, instantly filled the entire space.

"Dragon-Locking Formation!"

Hong Niangzi twisted her body triumphantly, breaking free from Xiao Ruoye's blade.

"My three sisters, my dozens of brothers are all daredevils who live on the edge."

She licked her lips, her eyes sweeping greedily over the three of them.

"Now, hand over the man you're carrying, and obediently serve my brothers, and I might consider leaving you with a complete corpse."

Junyao's face turned deathly pale with anger, and the bell on her ankle began to vibrate slightly.

Shen Suxin leaned on the table, her pale face expressionless, but her fingertips held a few black pills between them.

Xiao Ruoye's reaction was the most direct.

She just snorted coldly.

"Noisy."

The next second, an extremely sharp golden energy burst forth from her center.

"Bang bang bang!"

All the mahogany tables, chairs, beds, and cabinets in the room were instantly shredded into the finest wood chips.

Wood chips rained down like a storm, mixed with the energy of metal, shooting out indiscriminately in all directions.

The black-clad warriors who had just set up their formation had no time to react before they were struck by the storm of wood chips, howling in pain.

Many people had their faces and bodies riddled with countless bloody holes, instantly losing their fighting ability.

The matchmaker's smile froze on her face.

She drew two thin, willow-leaf-shaped daggers from her waist, their blades flashing like silver light as she deflected the wood chips aimed at her with a series of clanging sounds.

"You're a martial artist too!"

"So what?"

Xiao Ruoye moved.

Her figure left an afterimage in place, and she had already appeared in front of Hong Niangzi.

There were no extra moves; he simply extended his right hand.

Hong Niangzi's eyelids twitched, and she crossed her two swords, slashing at Xiao Ruoye's wrist with all her might.

These two knives were made from a mixture of meteorite iron and special steel, and they could cut through iron like mud. They were her most prized possessions.

She could almost see the bloody scene of the other person's wrist being severed.

However, the expected clang of metal did not occur.

A crisp "snap" sound rang out.

It sounded like a cookie being broken.

Xiao Ruoye spread her five fingers and actually used her flesh and blood to grab the two sharp blades.

Golden metal energy flowed through her fingertips.

"My knife!"

Hong Niangzi let out a scream of disbelief.

Under her gaze, the two weapons that Xiao Ruoye was so proud of began to show spiderweb-like cracks starting from where Xiao Ruoye held them.

The cracks spread rapidly.

Xiao Ruoye slowly closed her five fingers.

"Bang!"

The two curved swords shattered into pieces, turning into a pile of scrap metal that slipped through her fingers.

Hong Niangzi was completely stunned, her mind went blank.

Xiao Ruoye didn't give her any time to think. She reached out with her left hand, grabbed her neck, and lifted her into the air.

"Now, can we talk properly?"

The feeling of suffocation came over her, and Hong Niangzi finally came to her senses. Her face was filled with fear, and her legs were kicking wildly in the air.

"Grandma... have mercy... I was wrong..."

Xiao Ruoye's eyes remained unmoved as he picked her up and slammed her to the ground like trash.

She lifted her foot.

"No……"

Hong Niangzi's pleas for mercy turned into screams of agony.

Xiao Ruoye stepped on her knee.

Golden internal energy penetrated through his body.

"Snap! Snap!"

Two sickening cracking sounds rang out.

Hong Niangzi's legs were twisted at an eerie angle, and the bones below her knees were shattered. She was pinned to the floor, unable to move.

The remaining black-clad warriors were terrified at the sight and turned to try to escape through the hole in the floor.

"Trying to leave?"

Shen Suxin said softly.

She flicked her finger, and several black pills flew out, exploding in mid-air and turning into colorless and odorless powder that drifted into the air.

The waiters and burly men who had been knocked unconscious by the sleeping powder and were lying on the ground suddenly woke up with screams under the stimulation of the powder.

They scratched their bodies frantically, their skin festering at a visible rate, oozing yellow pus.

"The antidote...Boss lady...give us the antidote!"

"Ouch! It itches! It hurts!"

Amidst piercing screams, these people quickly turned into pools of pus and blood emitting black smoke, leaving not even bones behind.

The black-clad warriors who were preparing to escape collapsed to the ground upon seeing this scene, their legs giving way and they urinated and defecated.

"It's your turn."

Junyao jumped down from the windowsill.

She shook the bell on her ankle.

jingle.

A crisp sound rang out.

The corpses of the martial artists who had just been killed by wood chips suddenly twitched stiffly.

They got up from the ground in an extremely bizarre posture.

Their eyes were lifeless, empty, like those of puppets.

"kill."

Junyao uttered a single word.

The dozen or so corpses immediately turned around and pounced on their former comrades.

The inn instantly transformed into a living hell.

Screams, tearing sounds, and the cracking of bones filled the air.

Xiao Ruoye ignored the massacre behind her.

She walked up to the Red Maiden who was nailed to the ground and squatted down.

"I ask, you answer."

Where is the map to the perilous southwestern wilderness?

Hong Niangzi was in so much pain that her face was covered in cold sweat. Looking at the woman in front of her, who was like a killing god, she dared not hide anything anymore.

Trembling, she tore a hole beneath the hideous demon head tattoo on her chest and pulled out a roll of oilcloth wrapped in layers of flesh.

Xiao Ruoye took it and unfolded it.

It was a tattered animal hide map with a crooked route drawn on it in cinnabar, and dried bloodstains could still be seen on it.

The end of the route is marked with three small characters.

Luofengpo.

"very good."

Xiao Ruoye stood up.

Seeing this, Hong Niangzi's face showed a hint of pleading.

"I've already given you the things... please..."

The broken knife in Xiao Ruoye's hand flashed with a cold light.

Hong Niangzi's voice abruptly stopped, and a line of blood appeared on her neck.

Her eyes were wide open, and she died without understanding why the other party had broken their promise.

Xiao Ruoye never gives her enemies a second chance.

She turned around and looked at the mess on the ground, and the corpses that Jun Yao was controlling, still tearing each other apart.

"Burn it."

She kicked over an oil lamp.

Flames shot up instantly, igniting the liquor on the ground, and the fire spread rapidly.

The three of them didn't look at this hell on earth again. They rushed out of the inn, carrying Jiang Chen on their backs, and disappeared into the raging flames.

The dilapidated truck started up again and bumped along the rugged mountain road.

The atmosphere inside the train carriage was oppressive.

Xiao Ruoye looked at the map, Shen Suxin treated the wound on her hand, and Jun Yao hugged her knees, staring blankly at Jiang Chen wrapped in a black cloth.

Nobody noticed.

During a violent jolt of the truck, Jiang Chen was revealed beneath the black cloth that had been wrapped in it.

His lifeless left hand, the tip of his index finger twitched almost imperceptibly.