The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

"Clang—"

Several fragments of special alloy hit the white jade ground with a crisp, almost jarring sound.

Po Jun was left with only half a bare sword hilt.

The break was jagged, as if it had been bitten off by some kind of giant beast.

His large, calloused hands, which he had used to wield a sword for years, were trembling violently. The skin between his thumb and forefinger had already torn open, and blood slid down his wrists into his dark red arm guards.

"you……"

Po Jun's mouth was agape, as if his throat was stuffed with a ball of barbed wire, and he couldn't utter a single word clearly.

He didn't understand.

This giant sword was forged from meteorite iron mixed with a large amount of rare metals. Its hardness is comparable to that of an aircraft carrier deck. Even if it is bombarded by an anti-tank missile, it will at most leave a white mark.

But now it's broken.

To be crushed in the hands of this half-human, half-ghost monster was like crushing a damp cookie.

Jiang Chen didn't look at the fragments on the ground.

His face, with its two-toned features, was completely expressionless.

The right half was pitch black, with black blood still seeping from the fleshy corner of the cheek, while the left half was crystal clear, with a pale golden halo flowing beneath the skin.

"Quarrel."

Jiang Chen's lips moved slightly, and two overlapping sounds came from his throat.

One was ethereal, the other hoarse.

He took a step forward.

The step was so light that it didn't even stir up a speck of dust.

But Po Jun felt as if someone had poured liquid nitrogen over his head, and all the blood in his body froze in that instant.

He wanted to quit.

His instincts, as a half-step Grandmaster, drove him to scream frantically, urging him to flee for his life.

But his legs felt like they were filled with lead, or like they were being held down by countless invisible hands, and he couldn't move an inch.

"Move! Move now!!"

Po Jun roared inwardly, his eyes bloodshot, and the veins on his neck throbbing.

Useless.

That oppressive force, originating from the depths of his soul, directly severed his brain's control over his limbs.

Jiang Chen raised his left hand.

That was the half of the body that belonged to "holiness".

Her slender fingers were as white as jade, and her nails were round and clean. If you didn't look at the bleeding right side of her body, her hand would be as perfect as a work of art.

The index finger slowly extends.

The fingertip was aimed at Po Jun's brow.

"Sizzle—"

A flame leaped from the fingertip.

The fire was neither red nor blue.

It's platinum gold.

The outer layer is the pure white holy light of Narancia that can purify all things, but the core is wrapped in an extremely domineering dark golden dragon flame.

The flame was only the size of a candle, flickering and looking as if it might go out at any moment.

But the moment it appeared.

The air inside the underground palace was distorted.

The remaining moisture around the altar didn't even need to be atomized; it was directly evaporated into nothingness.

The dark red heavy armor on Po Jun's body began to heat up.

The scalding heat burned his skin along the lining, and before he could even scream, his eyebrows and hair were already curled and charred, turning into a cloud of ashes.

"No...don't..."

Po Jun finally shouted it out.

He doesn't want to die.

He killed so many people in the North, climbing over mountains of corpses and seas of blood to reach his current position, and hasn't even had a chance to enjoy the riches and glory of the capital.

"I am the commander of the Dragon Guard! I am a member of the Zhao family! You cannot kill me!!"

Po Jun roared, his voice becoming sharp and distorted with fear.

Jiang Chen tilted his head.

A hint of pity flashed in his dark gold left eye.

But his fingers did not tremble at all.

"Dirty things should be burned clean."

That ethereal female voice took center stage.

"go."

Jiang Chen flicked his fingertips lightly.

The cluster of platinum flames flew out of his hand.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no deafening roar.

There wasn't even a sound of wind breaking through the air.

It was like a soap bubble blown by a naughty child, slowly drifting towards Po Jun.

Po Jun closed his eyes in despair.

"laugh."

A soft sound.

It's like a red-hot knife cutting into a piece of butter.

The flame pierced through the heavy helmet between Po Jun's eyebrows without any hindrance and entered his head.

Po Jun's body stiffened.

He remained in that posture, wanting to retreat but unable to move, his hands gripping the broken sword hilt tightly.

one second.

two seconds.

"call--"

A blinding white light suddenly burst forth from his seven orifices.

Next comes the body.

That powerful body, capable of withstanding heavy machine gun fire, transformed into a human torch at that moment.

There was no black smoke, and no burning smell.

Pure combustion.

His skin, muscles, and bones rapidly decomposed and collapsed in the platinum flames, eventually turning into crystalline white dust.

"Splash!"

The dark red alloy heavy armor lost its support and collapsed with a crash, smashing onto the white jade ground.

The armor was completely empty.

Not a single drop of blood remained.

Only a pile of white ash flowed slowly out from the gaps in the armor, spreading across the ground.

The entire underground palace fell into a deathly silence.

Tanlang slumped down the steps, half of his silver mask had fallen off, revealing a face distorted by extreme terror.

He stared at the pile of white ash, his teeth chattering and making a grinding sound.

died?

Po Jun, known for his defense and physical prowess, is gone just like that.

Not even a complete corpse was left behind?

Greedy Wolf subconsciously swallowed, only to find his throat as dry as if he had swallowed a handful of sand.

He wanted to run away.

But her legs were as limp as noodles, and she couldn't stand up at all. She could only shuffle backward using her hands and feet.

That is the most primal fear of death.

Jiang Chen slowly withdrew his hand.

The cluster of platinum flame at his fingertips flickered and then went out.

He glanced down at the pile of white ash on the ground, then looked at his own blackened right hand.

They seemed somewhat confused.

But this confusion was quickly overwhelmed by the instinct to kill.

Jiang Chen turned around.

The half-charred body emitted a teeth-grinding grinding sound as it moved.

His right eye, devoid of pupil and filled only with swirling dark red blood plasma, locked onto the greedy wolf writhing on the ground like a maggot.

"There's one left."

Jiang Chen's voice changed.

The hoarse male voice once again drowned out the female voice, carrying a chilling aura that seemed to have crawled out of the abyss of hell.

He stepped down from the altar.

With each step, a black footprint was left on the steps, emitting a hissing black smoke.

Greedy Wolf's hair stood on end.

He felt a gaze upon him.

That's not human vision.

That's the despair that only prey, targeted by its natural enemies, can feel.

"No...don't come any closer..."

Greedy Wolf pulled a smoke bomb from his waist and frantically tried to pull the pin.

But his hands were shaking so badly that the round, lumpy iron object fell to the ground with a "thud" and rolled to Jiang Chen's feet.

Jiang Chen stopped in his tracks.

He lifted his foot and lightly stepped on the smoke grenade.

"Click."

The stainless steel shell instantly flattened, and the chemical agents inside didn't even have a chance to spray out before being crushed into a pile of scrap metal.

Greedy Wolf looked up in despair.

It met Jiang Chen's bleeding black hand, which was slowly reaching towards the top of his head.

"You're...very noisy too."