The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

There was no wind in the underground palace.

Only the index finger resting on the girl's toes was trembling slightly.

There was no sound.

The fingertip suddenly snapped.

A drop of dark red blood rolled out.

The blood droplets touched the girl's fair, almost translucent skin.

"Sizzle—"

It was like molten lava falling into a millennia-old frozen lake.

Narancia's face, which had been expressionless, suddenly contorted.

The light in her eyes, which were now just white, fluctuated violently.

A visible red aura surged up her ankle and into her blood vessels.

That is the essence and blood of a true dragon.

It is also the most domineering masculine energy in the world.

Nalanjia trembled.

She opened her mouth as if to shout, but only a muffled groan, like the whimper of a young animal, came from her throat.

The terrifying holy light that was about to decompose everything in the world stopped the moment the drop of blood entered the body.

The light is no longer glaring.

The intense heat that caused skin to crack and blood to evaporate felt like it had been forcefully suppressed by an invisible hand.

Instead, a sense of warmth filled the air.

She felt a warmth she had never experienced in the twenty years she had sat there.

"Click."

The black iron chain that was locked around her left ankle suddenly cracked.

Followed by.

The second and third courses.

The blood-red runes on the chains, originally designed to drain her life force, now seemed to have encountered their natural enemy.

They began to turn black, wither, and peel off.

"Those chains...are they afraid of his blood?"

Xiao Ruoye lay on the ground, propping herself up on her elbows, her eyes fixed on the altar.

She witnessed an unbelievable scene.

After that drop of dark red dragon blood entered Nalanjia's body, it was not purified by the holy light; instead, it acted like an emperor taking over.

It forcefully took over the meridians in the girl's body.

The light that had been rampaging through her body, threatening to burst her apart, was forcibly calmed and softened by this surge of blood energy.

The white light in Nalanjia's eyes began to fade.

At the center of those two blinding spots of light, a black dot slowly emerged.

Those are pupils.

Although still somewhat unfocused, those eyes finally regained their human focus.

She lowered her head.

She stared blankly at the man at her feet.

The changes in Jiang Chen were even more astonishing.

The holy light, tamed by the dragon's blood, began to give back.

The soft white light flowed from their touching fingertips into Jiang Chen's body.

"squeak--!!"

A chilling scream came from Jiang Chen.

It wasn't him who called.

It was the black runes on his body that were making the noise.

Those Immortal-Slaying Curses, representing the most vicious curses of Tianji Island, were like snowflakes encountering boiling water when they met this purified holy light.

Thick black smoke billowed up.

The black lines that had already covered Jiang Chen's cheeks and were about to surge into his sea of ​​consciousness retreated frantically.

They scrambled away from Jiang Chen's face and neck, retreating in disarray, and finally had to shrink back into his chest, curling up into a black spot no bigger than a fist.

Large patches of charred and cracked dead skin began to peel off Jiang Chen's body.

The pink new flesh is growing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Even the meridians that had been severed were reconnected under the nourishment of this light.

"He's...he's alive..."

Shen Suxin lay paralyzed in the distance, watching this scene, her pale lips trembling.

She could sense it.

Jiang Chen's life force, which had been so weak it was about to go out, suddenly ignited as if fuel had been poured on it.

Clang!

The first chain broke.

The fracture surface is as smooth as a mirror, as if it had been melted by high temperature.

Narancia's left foot was freed.

Next came the right hand, then the left hand, and then the neck.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sound of chains snapping rang out one after another.

The black iron chains that had imprisoned her for twenty years, tormented her day and night, and used her as a human battery to extract energy shattered inch by inch under the dual stimulation of dragon blood and holy light.

Iron filings flew everywhere.

Nalanjia slowly stood up.

Her white gauze dress moved without any wind.

The raging holy light instantly subsided, condensing into a pale golden cross mark between her brows.

The oppressive aura within the underground palace vanished.

The suffocating purifying power also disappeared.

Only the barefoot girl remained, standing in the center of the altar.

She raised her hand somewhat blankly and looked at her palm.

There is no pain.

There was no excruciating pain like your body was being torn apart at any moment.

The two forces of light and darkness within his body, which had been fighting each other all their lives, were now perfectly fused together under the suppression of that domineering drop of dragon blood.

"It's warm..."

Nalanjia murmured softly.

Her voice was no longer ethereal and otherworldly; it had gained a touch of human hoarseness.

She slowly squatted down.

Looking at Jiang Chen lying in front of him.

The man was covered in blood and grime, and in some places the new flesh had not yet healed properly, making him look extremely disheveled.

You could even say it's very dirty.

But Narancia did not back down again, nor did she utter the word "dirty" again.

She tilted her head, and Jiang Chen's face was reflected in her eyes, which had just regained focus.

An unprecedented feeling spread through her heart.

They are of the same kind.

They are fellow beings abandoned by the world, tormented by curses, and struggling to survive in the darkness.

He is the only person in the past twenty years who has been able to touch her without being killed by her.

"What you gave me..."

Nalanjia stretched out her finger and gently touched the wound between Jiang Chen's eyebrows that had not yet fully healed.

The sensation of a heartbeat came through my fingertips.

That was Jiang Chen's fate.

It was also her medicine.

"I'll give it to you too."

Nalanjia said softly.

The thin veil of holy light that she wore for defense suddenly dispersed, turning into starlight that all entered Jiang Chen's body.

The black runes on Jiang Chen's chest, which were still resisting, were struck by this final wave of holy light, let out a desperate cry, and fell completely silent.

Jiang Chen's breathing became steady and strong.

That deathly, ashen aura completely dissipated.

Xiao Ruoye, supporting herself with her knife, tried to crawl over to check the situation.

But she stopped as soon as she moved.

On the altar.

The girl who would kill anyone who got close made a move that surprised everyone.

She knelt on the ground and carefully stretched out her arms.

It's like clinging to the only piece of driftwood in the world.

She gently pulled the unconscious Jiang Chen into her arms.

Nalanjia pressed her face against Jiang Chen's chest, which was covered in blood scabs, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.

There's a dragon's scent there.

It smells of blood.

That was the most comforting scent she had ever smelled in her life.

"Don't come any closer."

Nalanjia suddenly opened his eyes.

She glanced at Xiao Ruoye, who was approaching, and a chilling coldness flashed in her originally clear eyes.

She hugged Jiang Chen even tighter, resting her chin on the top of his head, like a cub guarding its food.

He's mine.