The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

In the square of the Black Miao ancestral land, the poisonous bees that were originally hovering low in the sky seemed to have collided with an invisible high-voltage electric grid, and fell to the ground in droves.

Fang Xiong stood in the middle of the crowd, his right arm raised high.

The jet-black token was emitting a dim light, and the crimson "Forbidden" character in the center resembled the newly opened eye of a demon.

"Jiang Chen, open your eyes wide and look carefully. This is a black gold token personally bestowed by the King."

Fang Xiong glanced sideways at the high platform.

"The Imperial Guards always act first and report later. It's time to settle the score for the misdeeds you've committed in the capital."

Xiao Ruoye gritted her teeth and dragged her still-healed broken leg forward one step.

"Steward Fang, Jiang Chen saved thousands of lives in the Ten Thousand Poisons Cave. He's just recovering from serious injuries. What kind of skill is it for you to arrest him at this time?"

Fang Xiong snorted coldly and casually waved his left hand.

A surging wave of air rose from the ground, like an invisible wall, and crashed directly into Xiao Ruoye's chest.

Xiao Ruoye was sent flying backward, her back slamming into a stone pillar, her face instantly turning deathly pale.

"A discarded son of the Xiao family, kicked out of the house, dares to talk about his abilities in front of me?"

Fang Xiong withdrew his hand and spat.

"Jiang Chen, you're quite the hideer, aren't you? What, hiding behind a woman, do you really think you can be the local tyrant of Miao territory?"

Jiang Chen was originally sitting on the stone chair on the high platform. At this moment, he stood up slowly.

He didn't look at Fang Xiong, nor at the token.

He simply stared at Xiao Ruoye's shoulder, which was red from the shock, and a flicker of dark golden light flashed in his eyes.

"Wakaba, step back."

Jiang Chen spoke, his throat sounding as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper.

He walked down the steps one by one, his black robe fluttering in the mountain wind.

"Thump."

The moment the first step was taken, the bluestone slabs paving the square instantly cracked open with dense fissures.

"Thump."

The second step was that Fang Xiong's warhorse let out a mournful cry, its front hooves went weak, and it knelt directly on the ground.

The Miao soldiers who were originally holding bone spears felt an overwhelming pressure and couldn't help but retreat.

Fang Xiong's expression changed, and he subconsciously gripped the token in his hand tighter.

"You dare defy the imperial decree? This is a black gold token forged from millennia-old black iron. Seeing this token is like seeing the emperor himself. If you dare take another step forward, it will be treason!"

Jiang Chen didn't stop.

He walked up to Fang Xiong, the two of them less than three feet apart.

"Mysterious Iron?"

Jiang Chen reached out, spread his five fingers, and lightly placed them on the black and gold token.

"In my eyes, this is just a piece of scrap metal."

Fang Xiong laughed as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, his face shaking with laughter.

"Jiang Chen, you must be crazy. This token is imbued with the dragon energy of the capital. Even a Grandmaster's full-force attack wouldn't leave a trace. You..."

Fang Xiong's words caught in his throat.

Jiang Chen's fingers suddenly tightened.

"Sizzle—"

A wisp of platinum flame emerged from between his fingers; it was the primordial fire that had fused holy light and dragon blood.

The once indestructible black gold token began to turn red and soften under the scorching heat of the real fire.

"Click."

A faint, crisp sound rang out sharply in the quiet square.

Fang Xiong's eyes widened, his eyeballs almost popping out.

He saw that the character "禁" (ban), which represented supreme authority, had a crack in the middle.

"This...this is impossible!"

Fang Xiong screamed and tried to pull his hand back.

Jiang Chen suddenly exerted force with his palm.

"Bang!"

The black gold token that struck fear into the hearts of all the wealthy families in the capital shattered into countless dust pieces in Jiang Chen's hands.

The black powder slipped through Jiang Chen's fingers, fell into the mud, and was instantly swept away by the mountain wind.

"Now, your order is gone."

Jiang Chen looked up, and the iridescent light in his pupils made Fang Xiong's face turn deathly pale.

"you……"

Before Fang Xiong could even shout, Jiang Chen's right hand had already grabbed his neck.

Fang Xiong was like a duck being lifted up, his feet off the ground, kicking and thrashing wildly.

"Let...let go..."

He desperately circulated the internal energy within his body, trying to shake Jiang Chen away.

But as soon as the true energy rushed to his throat, it was forcefully suppressed by the platinum true energy coming from Jiang Chen's palm.

The feeling was like ice and snow meeting a red-hot iron.

"Pfft."

Fang Xiong's meridians shattered inch by inch.

His internal strength, which he had painstakingly cultivated for forty years, vanished completely in just three seconds.

His skin began to dry out, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes of terror.

Jiang Chen casually flicked his wrist, and Fang Xiong flew out like a tattered sack.

His body rolled a dozen times in the mud after the heavy rain, finally crashing into the battle flagpole embroidered with a five-clawed golden dragon.

Jiang Chen walked over and grasped the flagpole.

"Click."

He snapped the sandalwood flagpole, a symbol of the Imperial Guard's glory, in half with one hand.

He threw the tattered battle flag at Fang Xiong's face.

"Take this tattered cloth and get back to the capital."

Jiang Chen stepped into the mud and looked down at Fang Xiong.

"Tell Jun Wanhe, tell the Nalan family, tell those who want me dead."

"Jiang Chen is back."

Below the square.

Three thousand Miao warriors witnessed this miraculous scene, their hearts pounding so hard they felt like their ribs were about to shatter.

"roar!!"

High Priest Utu was the first to raise his staff, his voice hoarse from shouting.

Three thousand warriors simultaneously raised their bone spears and slammed them heavily onto the ground.

That was the oldest war dance in Miao territory, and every impact made the entire mountain tremble.

Shen Suxin stood at the back, her white hair fluttering in the wind.

As she watched Jiang Chen's retreating figure, the tenderness in her eyes vanished, replaced by a resolute determination.

Junyao chuckled, fiddling with a small, purple-gold insect in her hand.

"Big brother, shall we go and feed all the bad guys' flesh to the little baby now?"

Jiang Chen mounted a pure black warhorse.

He didn't look back at the mountain that had once saved his life.

He looked north.

The clouds there hung low, exuding a darkness that seemed to swallow one whole.

Nalanjia walked to the side of the horse, her slender fingers lifting the hem of her skirt to avoid the mud splatters on the ground.

"It's dirty there."

She tilted her head back, her white pupils fixed on Jiang Chen.

"But I'll go with you and wash all that dirt away."

Jiang Chen grabbed the reins, and the horse's hooves dug a deep hole in the ground.

"Leave no survivors."

Jiang Chen uttered the last four words and then spurred the horse's belly with his legs.

"Walk!"

Black hooves splashed up mud waves several feet high.

Three thousand Miao soldiers surged down the mountain path like a black tide.

Fang Xiong lay in the mud pit, half of his bones broken.

He watched the black dot recede into the distance, and the poisonous insects swarming all over the mountains.

He knew that the world in the capital was truly about to change.

The murderous aura belonging to Jiang Chen was spreading rapidly along the mountain road and the highway towards the center of power.

Is the patriarch of the Jun family still in seclusion?

Is the holy son of the Nalan family still choosing a consort?

Fang Xiong trembled as he pulled a bloodstained communication talisman from his pocket.

Before he could even channel his inner energy, a black boot slammed heavily onto the back of his hand.

"We don't need a piece of trash like you to go back and report."

Xiao Ruoye stepped over his body, her eyes revealing a chilling, bone-deep aura of metal.

She mounted her horse and chased after the receding figure in the distance.

In the mud, Fang Xiong could only see the broken battle flag swaying desperately in the wind before being completely swallowed up by the endless darkness.