The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

Xiao Ruoye's elbow scraped a bloody mark on the ground.

She stared at the silver-haired girl holding Jiang Chen on the altar, feeling as if she had a grain of sand stuck in her throat.

"Let go of him." Xiao Ruoye, supporting herself with the broken half of the knife, tried to stand up, but the excruciating pain from her shattered kneecap caused her to fall back down.

Narancia did not move.

She pressed her face against Jiang Chen's chest, her pure eyes coldly sweeping over Xiao Ruoye as if she were looking at a pile of roadside trash.

"You smell of rust," Nalanjia said softly, with an air of otherworldly disdain. "You're too dirty; you'll ruin him."

"He's a human being, not your toy." Shen Suxin leaned against the rock wall, her face as pale as paper. Her hair, white from exhaustion, stood out starkly in the darkness. "He's seriously injured; he needs treatment, he needs medicine."

"Medicine?" Narancia tilted her head, her silver hair sliding down her shoulder. "I am the medicine. My light can wash away everything. As long as he is cleansed, he will be fine."

"Wash him clean?" Xiao Ruoye laughed angrily, spitting a mouthful of bloody saliva onto the ground. "Like just now? Melted him to the bone?"

Nalanjia frowned.

She looked at the bloody phlegm on the ground, shrank back, and her disgust deepened.

"Don't dirty my territory."

She raised a finger and gently traced it across Xiao Ruoye's face.

"Sizzle—"

A white ray of light appeared out of nowhere, carving a bottomless trench in the ground beneath the altar. The rock face was as smooth as a mirror, wisps of blue smoke rising from it.

That is the absolute boundary of death.

"Those who cross the line shall die."

Nalanjia withdrew his hand and rested his chin on Jiang Chen's head again, his possessiveness suffocating.

The air inside the underground palace seemed to freeze.

The veins on the back of Xiao Ruoye's hand, gripping the knife hilt, bulged. She couldn't win. If that blow had been aimed at her neck, she would be a headless corpse by now. This woman was utterly unreasonable; in her eyes, everyone except Jiang Chen, who possessed dragon blood, was just bacteria.

"that……"

Junyao, who had been hiding in the back, suddenly jumped forward.

She was barefoot, and the bells on her ankles jingled.

Narancia's gaze immediately locked onto her. To be precise, it locked onto her little feet, which were covered in mud and moss sap.

"You're filthy too." The cross mark between Nalanjia's eyebrows flashed. "Don't come near me."

Junyao did not withdraw.

Instead, she grinned, revealing two sharp little tiger teeth, with a naive yet cruel smile on her face.

"Sister, have you been here too long? Haven't you seen any good things outside?"

As Junyao spoke, she reached into her wide sleeves and rummaged around.

Nalanjia stared warily at her hands.

"Look, this is 'Huahua'."

Junyao suddenly stretched out her hand.

In her fair palm lay a large centipede, as long as an adult's forearm.

This centipede was exceptionally beautiful, with a multicolored, glossy shell. Hundreds of fine legs thrashed wildly through the air, and its enormous mandibles dripped yellow venom.

"Hiss—"

The centipede writhed, its legs making a sickening squeak.

Nalanjia's face, which was originally as cold as an iceberg, froze for a moment.

Then, it collapsed.

That lofty, godlike aura that viewed all living beings as ants vanished the moment it saw this multi-legged worm.

"Take...take it away..."

Nalanjia's voice trembled.

She tightened her grip on Jiang Chen's arms suddenly, and recoiled as if electrocuted, shrinking back to the very edge of the altar.

The saintess, who had remained unfazed even when facing the holy light of thousands of degrees Celsius, now had fear filling her beautiful eyes. Not fear of death, but extreme terror from something she physiologically abhorred.

"Oh, it's so cute."

Junyao tilted her head and gently stroked the centipede's back with her fingers. The centipede was stimulated and its body suddenly sprang up, spitting out a foul-smelling venom.

"ah!!"

Narancia screamed.

The sound was so loud it reached the clouds, causing rubble to fall from the ceiling of the underground palace.

The once stable holy light shield around her instantly became chaotic, flickering on and off. She clung tightly to Jiang Chen's clothes, even trying to bury her face in his chest, even though Jiang Chen was covered in blood, he seemed a million times cleaner to her than that worm.

"Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer! You're filthy!!"

Nalanjia was incoherent, tears welling up in his eyes.

Xiao Ruoye and Shen Suxin were dumbfounded.

Who would have thought that this terrifying being, capable of flattening a mountain with a mere wave of its hand, would have its weakness in insects?

"You're scared already?"

Junyao blinked and took a step forward.

"I have many more of these little cuties on me." She patted her bulging sleeves. "There are spiders that squirt, hairy caterpillars, and cockroaches that like to crawl into people's ears to lay their eggs..."

"shut up!"

Narancia collapsed.

She waved her hand, trying to gather holy light to blast Jun Yao into dust, but as soon as she saw the still writhing centipede, the ball of light she gathered instantly dissipated.

Nausea.

That's disgusting.

Those dense, multi-legged, sticky creatures were a nightmare for her, a severe case of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"What...what exactly do you want to do?" Nalan Jia asked, her voice trembling with tears. Her pitiful appearance showed no trace of the "decisive and ruthless" demeanor she had displayed just moments before.

Junyao stopped and tossed the centipede in her hand into the air, which startled Nalanjia into screaming again.

"It's very simple."

Junyao pointed at Jiang Chen.

"We're taking him with us. Didn't you say he was yours? Then you have to come with us too."

"I'm not going outside! It's all this filth outside!" Nalanjia shook his head desperately.

"Oh, then you can stay here."

Junyao pretended to throw the centipede over, "But before I leave, I'll have all my little darlings crawl all over this altar, and leave some souvenirs on your skirt..."

"don't want!!"

Nalanjia's voice cracked as he shouted.

She looked at the centipede in Junyao's hand, which seemed poised to fly, and then at Jiang Chen, who was unconscious in her arms.

If we don't go with them, this crazy girl will really throw bugs at us.

and……

Without Jiang Chen's drop of dragon blood to restrain her, the light and dark forces within her would inevitably spiral out of control again sooner or later. She didn't want to endure that torment that was worse than death again.

"I...I'll go with you."

Nalanjia bit her lip, her beautiful face filled with humiliation and grievance.

"but……"

She pointed at Jun Yao, her fingers still trembling slightly.

"Move away from me. Stay at least a hundred meters away."

Junyao chuckled, flicked her wrist, and the ferocious centipede slithered back into her sleeve.

"make a deal."

Junyao turned around and gave a "V" sign to the dumbfounded Xiao Ruoye and Shen Suxin.

Xiao Ruoye looked at Nalanjia, who was carefully carrying Jiang Chen on his back but was still looking around at the ground in fear from time to time, and her lips twitched twice.

This is hardly some kind of world-destroying demon.

She's clearly a tsundere with severe mysophobia and obsessive-compulsive disorder... a real killer.

"Let's go."

Xiao Ruoye picked up the broken knife from the ground, enduring the excruciating pain in her leg. "The Dragon Guards are still outside. Now that we have this... bodyguard, let's see who dares to stop us."

The group of four, plus a comatose patient, returned along the same route.

Nalanjia carried Jiang Chen on his back and walked in the middle.

She walked very slowly, purifying the ground with holy light before setting foot on it with each step.

"Feed".

As they reached the cave entrance, Nalanjia suddenly spoke.

She didn't turn around; her voice was muffled, and she still sounded angry.

"Are there many bugs outside?"

Junyao was walking at the back when she heard these words, and her eyes instantly lit up like two purple grapes.

"There are plenty, lots of them."

"..."

Nalanjia tightened his grip on Jiang Chen's back and squeezed out a single word through gritted teeth.

"it is good."

That word carries a tragic grandeur, as if facing death without fear.