The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

Black hooves clattered rhythmically on the white jade floor tiles.

Jiang Chen unbuttoned his collar and looked at the row of iron contraptions blocking the intersection ahead.

This is the inner ring of the capital city. At the end of the long street, thirty main battle tanks painted black have blocked all escape routes.

The tracks pressed against the road surface, leaving white scratches on the smooth cement.

The cannons slammed down, their dark barrels locking onto Jiang Chen's chest.

There was also movement in the sky.

Six armed helicopters hovered hundreds of meters in the air, the airflow from their rotors causing the roadside green belts to sway and tilt.

The dense red laser infrared rays, like a glowing spider web, clung to Jiang Chen and the three thousand Miao soldiers.

A commander wearing a dark green combat uniform stands on top of an armored vehicle.

He was holding a megaphone, his knuckles turning blue from the strain.

"Jiang Chen, put down your weapon!"

"This is a restricted area. Take one more step and we will open fire immediately!"

The sound echoed down the long street, making the windows of the buildings on both sides tremble.

Jiang Chen didn't pull the reins.

The horse's hooves continued to move forward, neither too fast nor too slow.

He looked down at Nalanjia in his arms.

Nalanjia was covering his nose with his sleeve, his long silver hair spreading out on the horse's back.

She stared at the black smoke billowing from the tank exhaust pipes, her brows furrowing.

"The smoke from these iron blocks is very uncomfortable to breathe in."

"And that rusty smell, it's so dirty."

Nalanjia's voice was very soft, yet it reached Jiang Chen's ears.

Jiang Chen released his left hand from the reins and patted her shoulder.

"Since it's dirty, let's clean it up."

Nalanjia nodded, and his body floated lightly off the horse's back.

She landed on top of the lamppost, her bare feet resting on the horizontal iron beam.

The moment the toes touched the iron beam, the originally solid iron pipe emitted a puff of white smoke and collapsed instantly.

"Holy Light".

Nalanjia uttered two words in a low voice.

She opened her arms, her silver hair dancing wildly in the wind behind her.

A white halo spread out from beneath her feet, like ripples spreading across the surface of water, flowing along the long street.

The light wasn't dazzling, but it carried a destructive emptiness.

The main battle tank at the very front emitted a strange, crisp sound.

The depleted uranium armor plate, several hundred millimeters thick, did not explode the instant it came into contact with the white light.

The hard metal melted silently, like snow under the scorching sun.

The steel plate turned into a fine white powder.

The delicate parts inside turned into flowing dust.

"Fire! Fire now!"

The commander's voice changed, becoming hoarse like a duck being choked.

The megaphone in his hand suddenly cracked under the sweep of white light, turning into a handful of powder that slipped through his fingers.

The operator inside the armored vehicle frantically pressed the fire button.

The button has disappeared.

Not only the buttons, but the entire instrument control panel has become nothing.

The commander fell heavily to the ground.

The armored command vehicle beneath him turned to ash in half a second.

He sat on the ground, holding only a round steering wheel, his face full of confusion.

The entire street was undergoing this baptism of silence.

Thirty tanks, along with their engines, shells, and hydraulic pumps, all collapsed into white dust.

The soldiers sat in the middle of the road, maintaining their fighting postures, but their buttocks were empty.

They stared at the white particles surrounding them, their minds going blank.

"This...this is a miracle?"

A soldier reached out and grabbed a handful of drifting dust, the powder slipping through his fingers.

What was originally a torrent of steel weighing tens of tons has now been reduced to nothing, not even a single intact fragment remains.

The helicopter in the sky wanted to gain altitude.

Narancia raised her head.

She stretched out her finger and drew a circle in the sky.

A white halo spun and flew into the sky.

The propeller vaporizes instantly upon contact with the halo.

The heavy fuselage disintegrated in mid-air, turning into clumps of scattered metal powder.

There was no explosion, no deafening roar.

Those once imposing war machines have now turned into a flurry of "snowflakes".

Jiang Chen led the horse through the white mist composed of metallic dust.

His horse's hooves rustled as they trod on the thick powder.

The soldiers slumped on the ground stared at him.

Jiang Chen didn't turn his head; his gaze remained fixed on the mansion a kilometer away.

That's the Song family's place.

This is also the place where he used to drink tea and make plans.

Shen Suxin followed behind on horseback, her previously calm face suddenly turning deathly pale.

Her long, snow-white hair swayed violently in the wind.

"Jiang Chen, wait a minute."

Shen Suxin closed her eyes, her nostrils twitching incessantly.

As someone with a body made of poisonous herbs, she has an innate sensitivity to the smell of blood.

"There's a smell in the wind."

"This tastes wrong."

Jiang Chen reined in his horse.

He looked up, feeling the dry wind blowing from the direction of the Song family's villa.

The wind carried a burnt smell.

That's the bitterness that only practitioners of internal energy experience when they forcibly burn their life force.

There was also a faint fragrance mixed in, which was the agarwood that Song Yuzhi usually used, but now it was full of the smell of rust.

"That is Yu Zhi's original essence and blood."

Xiao Ruoye gripped the Miao knife in her hand tightly.

Her pupils, which were surrounded by a golden halo, contracted, and a murderous aura emanated from the blade.

"They not only surrounded the Song family, but also performed a blood sacrifice."

Jiang Chen gripped the reins tightly with his fingers.

He felt the suppressed black rune in his chest throbbing wildly.

That anger flowed through his veins and into every part of his body.

The gate of the Song family's villa was right in front of us.

The vermilion gate was tightly shut, and a viscous liquid was seeping out from the cracks.

It's red.

Liquid dripped down the steps, landing in the white powder on the ground and forming dark red dots.

Shen Suxin jumped off the horse.

She squatted down, dipped her fingertip in a little red liquid, and smelled it.

"This is Song Yuzhi's blood."

Shen Suxin stood up, her voice trembling.

"There is an extremely insidious formation behind the door. The Song family members... are probably being used as human sacrifices."

Jiang Chen jumped off his horse.

He walked up to the tightly closed door.

He pressed his palm against the cold door panel.

A series of extremely faint screams came from behind the gate.

The sound was blocked by some force; it could only be heard by pressing close to the door.

The dark golden light in Jiang Chen's eyes exploded completely.

He could sense that Song Yuzhi's life force was rapidly weakening.

It's like a lamp that's almost run out of oil.

"Dare to touch my people."

Jiang Chen pressed his five fingers together and slammed them into the thick wooden door.

The veins on the back of his hand bulged, and platinum-gold true energy flowed into his fingertips.

"court death."

He exerted his strength suddenly.

The entire vermilion gate let out a mournful wail.

The main gate collapsed inwards.

The sight behind the door made Shen Suxin gasp in surprise.

Jiang Chen stepped across the threshold.

His pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinholes.