The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

Song Family Ancestral Hall.

Heavy chains pierced through the beams and pillars, suspending Song Yuzhi in mid-air, her toes barely touching the ground.

Her dark green cheongsam was torn to shreds, the pieces, mixed with flesh, stuck to the rack on her back, and blood dripped down her calves into the cracks of the white marble floor tiles.

"Yuzhi, listen to your second uncle's advice and tell him the whereabouts of the Dragon Guard's Golden Token."

Song Huai, the second elder of the Song family, held a barbed whip with barbs in his hand. He tightened his grip with his fingertips, and the whip joints made a cracking sound.

His face, full of fat, was contorted in a grimace as he looked at Song Yuzhi's blood-stained face.

"That short-lived Jiang Chen died long ago in the Ten Thousand Poisons Cave. You're keeping quiet for a dead man, trying to drag the entire Song family into the fire?"

Song Yuzhi struggled to lift her head, her long, disheveled hair obscuring her eyes.

She opened her mouth, spitting out dark red blood clots onto Song Huai's leather shoes, her voice dry and hoarse.

"You...you haven't even seen his body...and you're already rushing to be his dogs?"

"Stubborn to the end!"

Song Huai's eyes blazed with fury, veins throbbing on his forehead. He lashed out at Song Yuzhi's shoulder with a sharp, piercing sound as he whipped his whip through the air.

"I'll smear your skin today!"

Just as the tip of the whip was about to touch Song Yuzhi's skin.

"boom!"

A loud bang rang out from the main entrance of the ancestral hall.

The door, made of golden nanmu wood and half a meter thick, was now transformed into countless arrows of wood fragments, shooting towards the inner hall.

The dozen or so Song family guards blocking the door didn't even have time to scream before they were sent flying by the wreckage of the door, their bodies snapping in mid-air.

The once neat screen wall was smashed through by a brute force. Amidst the tumbling of rubble, a figure enveloped in platinum light appeared in the center of the dust.

The ground trembled violently.

"Who?"

Song Huai flicked his wrist, abruptly stopping his attack, and turned to look at the door.

His cloudy eyes were filled with astonishment.

In this capital city, someone actually dared to force their way into the Song family ancestral hall?

The dust settled.

Jiang Chen stepped on the blood-stained gravel, and with each step, the paving stones cracked in a spiderweb pattern.

He exuded a suffocating heat.

"Jiang...Jiang Chen?"

When Song Huai saw the person's face clearly, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

He took two steps back, gripping the whip tightly in his hand, his voice sharp with fear.

"Didn't you die in Miao territory? The Dragon Guards say you were reduced to dust by the envoys from Tianji Island!"

Jiang Chen didn't look at him; his gaze was fixed on Song Yuzhi on the rack.

Upon seeing the bloodied and mangled back, the azure light in Jiang Chen's eyes instantly turned dark gold, and the dragon shadow behind him appeared and disappeared.

"Second Uncle, don't listen to his nonsense. He's definitely at his last gasp!"

Song Hao, who was hiding in the corner, scrambled to his feet and pointed at Jiang Chen, screaming.

"This kid's meridians are all severed, and his golden core is shattered. He's come back to die! Kill him quickly!"

Song Huai steadied himself, and remembering Jiang Chen's previous injuries, his courage returned.

He was at the Grandmaster level, only half a step away from the Golden Core stage.

"Since you're not quite dead, leave your life behind and let the Jun family exchange it for a reward!"

Song Huai shouted loudly and channeled his inner energy into his arm.

The barbed whip instantly straightened like a spear, sending sparks flying, and lashed down hard at Song Yuzhi's face.

He wanted to use this woman's life to disrupt Jiang Chen's mind.

Jiang Chen disappeared.

A dark golden afterimage lingered in the air.

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of the impact echoed throughout the ancestral hall.

Song Huai was stunned.

He felt the force transmitted back from the tip of the whip was as heavy as a mountain, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not move forward even an inch.

Jiang Chen appeared in front of the rack.

He stretched out his left hand and gripped the sharp steel hooks tightly with his five fingers.

Blood flowed through his fingers, but instead of falling to the ground, it transformed into platinum flames that burned along the whip.

"Sizzle—"

Those spiked whips made of special alloys softened instantly in the flames.

"You dare to show off something like this?"

Jiang Chen turned his head, his pupils burning with two balls of white true fire.

His right hand shot out suddenly, so fast that Song Huai couldn't react at all.

"you……"

Song Huai felt his vision suddenly flip.

Jiang Chen's palm was already on the top of his head.

He clenched his fingers, and dark golden dragon energy emanated from them, drilling into Song Huai's bones like iron nails.

"Let...let me go..."

In a panic, Song Huai swung his fists and frantically pounded on Jiang Chen's chest.

But when those internal energies struck Jiang Chen's azure skin, they only produced a muffled thunderous sound, leaving not even a white mark.

"How many lashes did you give her?"

Jiang Chen's voice was soft, yet it carried a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

"I...I did it for the family..."

"die."

Jiang Chen uttered a single word.

He suddenly exerted force with his five fingers.

"Bang!"

Amidst the terrified screams of Song Hao and the rest of the Song family members.

Song Huai's head, which was at the peak of the Grandmaster level, exploded in Jiang Chen's hand like a watermelon hit by a heavy hammer.

Red and white substances mixed with broken bones splattered all over the memorial tablets behind them.

Jiang Chen casually tossed it aside.

Song Huai's headless corpse knocked over the incense burner, twitched twice in the brazier, and then fell silent.

The entire room fell silent.

The pampered sons of the Song family were all slumped on the ground, their crotches emitting a strong stench of urine.

Jiang Chen turned around and, with his fingers like knives, effortlessly severed the iron chains binding Song Yuzhi.

"Yu Zhi".

Jiang Chen reached out and caught the swaying woman in his arms.

Song Yuzhi barely opened her eyes, her gaze lingering on Jiang Chen's face for a long while, her lips twitching.

"You...really...came back."

Her fair fingers gripped Jiang Chen's clothes, leaving five bloody handprints.

Jiang Chen tore off his robe and wrapped it around her battered body.

He condensed a ray of holy light at his fingertips and pressed it against Song Yuzhi's chest, helping her to maintain her last wisp of true energy.

"Close your eyes."

Jiang Chen felt the trembling body in his arms, and his heart felt as if it were being tightened by a thin thread.

"Leave the rest to me."

He held Song Yuzhi in his arms and turned to look into the depths of the ancestral hall.

"Elder Song, have you seen enough?"

Jiang Chen's voice echoed in the empty hall.

In the shadows.

The elder of the Song family strode out, followed by more than thirty deep-featured retainers.

All of these people pointed their weapons at Jiang Chen, their eyes filled with apprehension.

Elder Song Cang stared at the pile of minced meat on the ground, the muscles on his old face twitching involuntarily.

"Jiang Chen, you killed an elder of my Song family and trespassed into my forbidden area. Are you declaring war on all the powerful families in the capital?"

Jiang Chen took a step.

"Buzz—"

A dark golden halo swept outwards from him.

The ancestral tablets, which had been neatly arranged, shattered into dust the moment they touched the light.

"Declare war?"

Jiang Chen stood on the steps, looking down at the huddled-up lackeys of the wealthy families.

He stepped on Song Huai's severed hand with his toes and crushed it with force.

"Today, I'm here to wipe out your entire family."

He looked up at Song Cang, the rusty broken knife in his right hand now swallowing all the light around him.

"Who will be the first to die?"

Song Cang took a step back, his long sword trembling uncontrollably.

He could sense that the man in front of him was no longer the stray dog ​​he had been three months ago, someone who could be easily manipulated.

He is a dragon that crawled out of hell and wants to eat people.

"Go! Kill him! There will be a hefty reward!"

Song Cang hid behind the crowd and let out a hysterical howl.

Jiang Chen held Song Yuzhi in his arms.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, two white-gold pillars of fire shot out from his pupils.

Outside.

The sharp whistle of the Jun family pierced the sky, and countless red signal flares rose into the night sky.

A large number of Dragon Guards are gathering here.

Jiang Chen stood in the pool of blood, his fingers gently stroking Song Yuzhi's hair.

"Let's collect interest first."

The broken sword was raised.

The temperature in the entire ancestral hall dropped to absolute zero at that moment.