The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

The wind pressure generated by the giant sword scraped off a layer of white jade skin from the altar.

Xiao Ruoye lay prone under the stone pillar, watching helplessly as the red light struck her forehead.

She tried to raise her hand, but blood was gushing from the wound on her shoulder, and she couldn't muster any strength in her right arm.

Just as the sword's edge was less than half a foot from her head, something unexpected happened.

Nalanjia's hand, which was originally on Jiang Chen's chest, was forced to move a few inches away due to the impact of this external force.

The pillar of holy light shattered instantly.

The luminous energy that was originally flowing along Jiang Chen's meridians suddenly seemed to encounter a landslide on a highway.

These out-of-control lights began to swirl wildly backwards.

"puff--"

Narancia was the first to be hit, and his entire body was thrown over by the rebounding energy.

She crashed into a lamppost at the edge of the altar, her back breaking the thick stone pillar, as thick as a baby's waist, into three pieces.

That white gauze dress was stained red at that moment.

Nalanjia lay on the pile of rubble, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

She didn't look at her wounds, but stared at the center of the altar, her eyes filled with terror.

"It's over... the baptism has been interrupted..."

Without the continued suppression of the holy light, the Immortal Slaying Curse within Jiang Chen's body, which had been forced into a corner, was like a shark that had smelled blood.

The black runes, which had been dormant for less than three minutes, exploded instantly under Jiang Chen's skin.

"boom!"

A visible black mist emanated from every pore of Jiang Chen's body.

These black wisps twisted in mid-air, transforming into grotesque, screaming faces.

Jiang Chen's body, which was being reconstructed, completely lost control at this moment.

The left side of his body still retained the holy light left by Narancia.

The skin became crystal clear, and even the blood vessels under the skin and the flowing pale golden dragon blood could be clearly seen.

It resembled a statue carved from the finest mutton-fat jade.

But the right half of his body was so black it looked as if it had been soaked in an ink pool for a thousand years.

The charred incantations protruded directly from the surface of the bark, turning into a hard shell similar to that of an old tree.

The black, viscous liquid dripped down along these lines, corroding the white jade altar and creating small, smoking pits.

This extreme contrast makes Jiang Chen look less like a human being.

It's more like a monster that crawled out from the boundary between Yin and Yang.

"What...what the hell is this thing?"

Po Jun, holding his heavy sword, paused in his motion as he was about to bring it down.

He frowned and stared at Jiang Chen.

Even though he had killed countless enemies in the North, he had never seen such a bizarre form.

Jiang Chen's forehead was trembling.

A gash appeared on the dark red skin.

A dark red fleshy horn broke through the skin and slowly grew out.

Its horns were stained with blood, and it carried a nauseating, barbaric aura.

The holy light that had been spreading outwards now began to shrink back into Jiang Chen's body like startled sparrows.

Or rather, he forcibly dragged her back.

Jiang Chen's body was trembling, and a sound like a wild animal grinding its teeth was coming from his throat.

"Strike while the iron is hot!"

Utu shouted from a distance.

His old face was covered in cold sweat.

The dragon shadow that appeared behind Jiang Chen was becoming extremely unstable at this moment.

The dragon head is dark gold, exuding a sacred aura.

But the dragon's tail was pitch black, carrying a dense aura of death.

A black and gold phantom hovered above Jiang Chen's head.

With every movement, the surrounding air diminishes.

Po Jun licked his lips, a cruel glint in his eyes.

He gripped the heavy sword tightly again, and the red, malevolent aura on the blade surged once more.

"No matter what you've become, I'm going to cut off your head and claim the reward today."

Po Jun took a big step forward.

His heavy armor slammed onto the altar with a loud thud.

He raised the greatsword.

The heavy blade drew a blinding red arc in the dimly lit underground palace.

He used all his strength in that sword strike.

He wanted to smash the stone pillar behind Jiang Chen as well.

Greedy Wolf stood below the altar, the dagger in his hand twitching incessantly.

He wanted to go up and finish her off, but his heart was pounding.

His biological instinct, triggered by extreme danger, made him stop on the steps.

"Po Jun, hurry up and make your move!"

"Greedy Wolf shouted."

He saw Jiang Chen's right hand, which was pitch black.

That hand was digging deeply into the white jade floor.

"Click."

The supposedly indestructible, millennia-old white jade became as brittle as a biscuit under Jiang Chen's fingertips.

His jet-black fingers dug five deep holes in the ground.

The dragon shadow behind Jiang Chen suddenly opened its mouth.

No sound.

But a terrifying suction force instantly enveloped the entire center of the underground palace.

All the light, all the air, even the flames on the torches in the distance, were pulled toward this suction force.

The originally noisy environment fell into absolute silence.

Po Jun's heavy sword had already landed on Jiang Chen's head.

It was less than three inches away from that dark red fleshy horn.

In that instant, Jiang Chen's right eye, which had been closed, opened without warning.

There were no pupils in those eye sockets.

There were only two clumps of dark red blood plasma spinning wildly.

Po Jun met those eyes.

His hand trembled slightly.

That feeling was like standing on the edge of an abyss, about to fall in.

That was a tremor from the depths of one's soul.

The greatsword stopped.

It wasn't that Po Jun wanted to stop, but rather that his hand was completely out of his control at that moment.

Jiang Chen's half-black, half-white body slowly sat up.

The sound of bones and joints grinding together was particularly jarring in the silent cavity.

"What...what do you want to do?"

Po Jun roared, trying to dispel the fear in his heart.

Jiang Chen remained silent.

He simply and slowly pulled his dark right hand, which was pinned to the ground, out.

Thick, black liquid dripped from his fingertips onto Po Jun's boots.

"Sizzle—"

The combat boots, made of special alloy, were instantly burned with a large hole.

Po Jun felt pain and tried to retreat.

But he found that his legs seemed to be rooted to the ground and he couldn't move at all.

Jiang Chen raised his head, his dark red eyes fixed on Po Jun.

An intense, almost tangible killing intent exploded from Jiang Chen's body.

This murderous aura was like a wall, forcefully pushing Po Jun and Tan Lang away.

Jiang Chen's lips parted into an exaggerated smile.

His teeth are getting longer and sharper.

"Dirty..."

Jiang Chen spoke.

His voice was soft, yet carried a double meaning.

One is the ethereal tone of Nalanjia, the other is the heavy cannon of a demon from the abyss.

"You're hurting me."

Jiang Chen placed his hand on the hilt of the dagger that was still not pulled out from his chest.

He applied a little force.

"puff."

Black blood sprayed all over Po Jun's face.

He casually tossed the priceless wolf-tooth dagger on the ground.

The dagger was corroded into scrap metal by the black aura emanating from him as soon as it hit the ground.

Jiang Chen stood up.

His left foot stepped on the white jade, leaving a spot of holy light.

His right foot stepped on the white jade, leaving a dark crack.

He was like a demon god who wanted to tear the world in two.

Po Jun can finally move.

Ignoring the pain in his boots, he gripped his sword with both hands and swung it horizontally towards Jiang Chen's neck.

This sword strike almost drained all the true energy from his body.

"Die, you son of a bitch!!"

The greatsword left a bloody afterimage in the air.

Jiang Chen did not dodge.

He simply raised his dark right hand.

He used two fingers.

He gently grasped the blade of the giant sword, which was the size of a door panel.

"when--"

The clanging of metal caused stalactites above the underground palace to fall off in large pieces.

Po Jun's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

His sword strike was infused with the full power of a half-step Grandmaster.

It was caught by the other person using two fingers?

Moreover, black smoke was continuously billowing from those two jet-black fingers.

The black smoke spread rapidly along the blade of the heavy sword towards Po Jun's hand.

"Let go!!"

The wolf screamed below.

late.

The moment the black smoke came into contact with the Broken Army Armor, the armor, which was said to be able to withstand missile bombardment, collapsed instantly.

Po Jun let out a scream.

He felt his inner energy being frantically devoured by the black smoke.

Moreover, the life force within his body was also flowing outwards along the sword.

Jiang Chen looked at him, the dark red blood in his eyes swirling faster and faster.

He slowly took a step forward.

The white jade slab beneath their feet shattered inch by inch.

"How...do you want to die?"

Jiang Chen tilted his head, and the dark red horn on his forehead glowed with an eerie light.

Po Jun tried to shout for help, but found that he couldn't even make a sound.

This despair.

This terrified the former commander of the North so much that he wet himself.

Upon seeing this, Utu, who was standing below the altar, turned and ran without saying a word.

he knows.

Jiang Chen's appearance is beyond human capability to handle.

That was a true dragon falling into demonic ways.

It is an existence more terrifying than death itself.

Jiang Chen looked at Po Jun and tightened his fingers slightly.

"Crack!"

That heavy alloy greatsword.

It was crushed by Jiang Chen in full view of everyone.