The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

The snow at the entrance of the cave crunched underfoot.

Jiang Chen lifted Shen Suxin by the knees and pulled her onto his back.

Stepping out of the pitch-black Cave of Ten Thousand Poisons, the blinding sunlight made it impossible to open one's eyes.

"They're out."

Shen Suxin's voice was weak, and her breath brushed against Jiang Chen's neck.

Her snow-white hair cascaded down Jiang Chen's shoulders, swaying slightly in the wind.

Jiang Chen didn't say anything, his steps were very steady.

The aftershocks of the collapsing altar still echoed beneath our feet.

"stop!"

A loud shout came from the slope a hundred meters away.

Jiang Chen stopped.

Ahead, countless dark shadows emerged from the dense forest.

These Miao warriors wore rattan armor and carried bone spears coated with deadly poison.

Thousands of people.

They were like a large, drawn net, completely blocking the way down the mountain.

"Jiang Chen, you're not dead yet?"

A crack appeared in the crowd.

Utu, leaning on his white bone staff, emerged from behind dozens of elite warriors.

The left side of his face was burned away, and the charred flesh was still wriggling.

"You're really tough. You survived my blood curse and still managed to get out of this hellhole."

Utu gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with resentment.

He had previously used a forbidden substitution technique to save his life, and now he wished he could tear Jiang Chen to pieces.

"Old man, wasn't the fire burning bright enough just now?"

Jiang Chen tilted his head, golden light swirling in his pupils.

Nalanjia stood behind Jiang Chen, disdainfully lifting the hem of her skirt.

"It's dirtier here."

Her white eyes swept over the Miao people, and a faint white light flickered at the tips of her fingers.

"Priest, are they the ones who destroyed the sacred site?"

A man with dark hair pointed at Jiang Chen, his hand gripping the spear shaft sweating.

"Kill him!"

Utu raised his bone staff and roared towards the exit of the underground palace.

"Activate the Miao King's Killing Formation! Let them be buried with the poisonous snake!"

Thousands of soldiers stomped their feet at the same time, causing the ground to shake and dust to rise.

They chanted strange incantations, their voices coalescing into a low, humming sound.

The once peaceful jungle suddenly became even more pungent.

Countless poisonous insects crawled out from the cracks in the ground, converging into a black tide.

"You trash don't deserve to be involved in drugs."

Jiang Chen took a big step forward.

The ground did not break when the foot landed.

A pure white wave of energy emanated from him and spread outwards in all directions.

"Sizzle—"

Those poisonous insects that crawled close were instantly turned into smoke by this shockwave.

Jiang Chen took a deep breath.

The holy light and true energy within his body flowed along his meridians, crashing into the true dragon's fortune deep within his sea of ​​consciousness.

"hold head high--!!"

A dragon's roar, powerful enough to shatter eardrums, exploded through the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

The birds and beasts in the entire forest fell silent instantly.

As the sound spread, a phantom rose up behind Jiang Chen.

A dark golden dragon head pierced through the clouds.

Holy light condensed into a hundred-foot-long dragon body, which hovered and roamed in mid-air.

The dragon was covered in scales that looked like glass, and its eyes were as bright as the sun.

"What...what is this?"

The Miao soldier at the front suddenly lost his footing, and his bone spear fell to the ground.

They looked up at the golden dragon that blotted out the sky, their souls trembling.

"A miracle...this is a miracle!"

Someone exclaimed, their voice trembling with tears.

The golden dragon let out a long roar in the air, its whiskers swaying.

It opened its mouth, but instead of flames, it spat out countless golden specks of light.

The specks of light fell like rain.

It fell on the Miao people, whose faces were bluish-purple from years of suffering from miasma.

"My hand... doesn't hurt anymore?"

A burly man covered in festering sores was stunned.

He watched as the boil on the back of his hand quickly closed up in the golden light, returning to its healthy color.

"Father, your cough is better!"

"The Gu poison is gone! The Gu poison in my body is gone!"

The hillside, which had been filled with shouts of battle, was instantly turned into complete chaos.

Countless Miao people dropped their weapons and stared blankly at their own hands.

They had lived their entire lives surrounded by poison, and this was the first time they had ever felt so light and refreshed.

"Don't stop! Keep killing!"

Utu went mad and swung his bone staff at a deserter next to him.

"That's sorcery! He's lying to you!"

No one cares about him.

Under the oppressive power of the golden dragon, all the Miao people's knees bent.

"The Gu God manifests..."

An elderly Miao man with white hair and beard knelt down, trembling.

His forehead was pressed tightly against the soil, and tears streamed down his face.

"This is the true incarnation of the God of Gu!"

"Plop, plop."

The heavy, muffled thuds continued in unison.

Thousands of Miao warriors knelt down one after another, like dominoes falling over.

Only the sound of the wind remained in the valley.

Jiang Chen walked with his hands behind his back, and the golden dragon slowly circled above his head.

He looked at Wutu, who was slumped on the ground, and flicked his finger into the air.

"Don't you like drinking blood?"

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

Utu scrambled backward, his throat feeling like it was stuck.

The golden dragon suddenly swooped down.

A giant dragon claw pierced through Utu's chest and lifted him into the air like a chicken.

"Help! Adults, help me!!"

Utu screamed in agony, his limbs kicking wildly in the air.

The dragon's shadow suddenly contracted.

"Bang!"

A loud bang.

Before Utu could even finish his scream, his entire body exploded into a cloud of blood mist in mid-air.

Before the blood even hit the ground, it was purified by the holy light emanating from the golden dragon.

Not a single grain of sand was left.

Jiang Chen stopped in his tracks.

He stood on high ground, looking down at the thousands of heads below.

"Starting today."

Jiang Chen's voice wasn't loud, but it resonated in everyone's ears.

"In every village in Miao territory, only Jiang Chen obeys my orders."

"Who's in favor, and who's opposed?"

Dead silence.

Three seconds later, thousands of people simultaneously let out a unified shout.

"I am willing to die for my Lord!"

The sound shook the mountains and forests.

Jiang Chen turned around and looked at the several women whose faces were pale.

Xiao Ruoye was still unconscious, and Shen Suxin's white hair made him feel choked up.

Narancia was squatting on the ground, disdainfully washing a clean stone with holy light.

"Take them to the ancestral home of the Black Miao people."

Jiang Chen pointed to the main hall where Wutu used to live.

"Three days."

He looked up into the distance, towards the capital city.

"I'll take you home in three days."

Shen Suxin looked at Jiang Chen's back and wanted to reach out and pull him, but she only caught a wisp of wind.

As Jiang Chen stepped into the main hall, the previously oppressive atmosphere solidified into a tangible form at the entrance.

The moment he stepped into the palace, a mouthful of black blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Although the fifth shackle within his body had shattered, the backlash had reached its most ferocious point.

The door slammed shut.