The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

The main door of a side hall of the Song Family Ancestral Hall was slammed open by a brute force.

Jiang Chen carried Song Yuzhi and strode into the bedroom, which was covered with a large rosewood bed. He moved very gently, placing the bloodied and mangled woman on the bed, but the wounds on Song Yuzhi's back still rubbed against the brocade quilt, instantly staining a large area red.

"Pure Heart".

Jiang Chen didn't turn around, but his voice sounded like it had been soaked in an ice cellar.

Shen Suxin followed her in, carrying a medicine box. She glanced at Song Yuzhi's back, and her brows instantly furrowed into a tight knot.

That can't be called carrying on your back at all.

The flesh was torn and rolled back, even exposing the spine, which was shrouded in a black aura of death. That was the "Bone-Eating Curse" used by the Song family to punish traitors, specifically designed to devour a person's life force.

Shen Suxin reached out and placed her hand on Song Yuzhi's wrist.

Three seconds.

She withdrew her hand, her face even more pale than her white hair.

"No pulse."

Shen Suxin pulled a handful of silver needles from her medicine box, but hesitated to use them. "Her life force was drained by that whip. This is a blood sacrifice, exchanging life for punishment. Ordinary medicine cannot save someone whose life force has been exhausted."

Xiao Ruoye stood at the doorway, the Miao knife in her hand still dripping blood. Upon hearing this, she swayed and steadied herself against the doorframe.

"So...there's no hope?"

The air in the room became thick and suffocating.

Jiang Chen stood by the bed, looking at Song Yuzhi's ashen face. Even in her unconscious state, her brows were tightly furrowed, as if she were still enduring immense pain.

"If it were before, there would have been no hope."

Jiang Chen raised his hand and tore off the cumbersome tattered robe he was wearing.

He was shirtless, and the once ferocious black incantation on his chest had been suppressed to a corner by the holy light, leaving only a faint black spot.

"But now that I'm back, even the King of Hell won't dare to take me away."

Jiang Chen sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed with his eyes closed.

"Naranjana, protector."

The silver-haired girl, who had been standing quietly in the corner, took a step forward upon hearing this.

A white holy light spread out from beneath her feet, instantly sealing off the entire room. The dust and blood stench that had been lingering in the air vanished completely under the cleansing light.

"It's clean," Nalanjia said softly.

Jiang Chen suddenly opened his eyes.

The left eye roared with the shadow of a dragon, while the right eye shone with holy light.

"Golden Core, emerge."

He let out a low shout, and with his right hand, his fingers pointed like a knife, he pressed hard on his dantian.

"Buzz—"

A muffled rumble of thunder exploded in the room.

A walnut-sized sphere slowly rose down Jiang Chen's throat. It wasn't an illusion, but a real substance.

It is entirely platinum, with a surface that shimmers with a glass-like luster.

The moment this golden pill appeared, the temperature in the room instantly rose. The heat wasn't scalding; instead, it carried an intense, almost palpable, vitality.

Shen Suxin's eyes widened.

"The Origin Golden Core? You're going to use your own cultivation to pay for her life?"

This is the most crucial element for a martial artist. If damaged, it can lead to a decline in cultivation level or even sudden death.

Jiang Chen ignored it and lightly touched the golden pill with his fingertip.

"fall."

A drop of platinum liquid peeled off the surface of the golden core and, following his guidance, dripped onto Song Yuzhi's bloodied and mangled back.

"Sizzle—"

It was like boiling oil being poured onto the snow.

The black malevolent energy that had been lodged in the wound emitted a piercing shriek the moment it touched the drop of liquid, before dissipating into a wisp of green smoke.

Then, a miracle happened.

The dead flesh on Song Yuzhi's back began to peel away, revealing bright red fleshy buds underneath. These buds grew and intertwined at a visible speed, covering the stark white bones.

Jiang Chen's face paled slightly.

He touched the golden pill again.

The second drop, the third drop...

With each drop, Jiang Chen's body trembled. It was energy being drawn from the depths of his soul; every drop was like tearing flesh from his body.

Nalanjia stood aside, watching the cold sweat seeping from Jiang Chen's forehead.

She reached out, wanting to wipe him away, but fearing she would disrupt this delicate balance. In the end, she simply placed her palm on Jiang Chen's back, continuously channeling the holy light within her body to him.

"It doesn't hurt," she murmured softly, as if coaxing a child.

Ten minutes later.

The wound on Song Yuzhi's back had completely healed. The newly grown skin was smooth as jade, without leaving a single scar.

Jiang Chen flipped his palm over and swallowed the slightly dimmed golden pill back into his stomach.

He did not stop.

He pressed the last wisp of golden light from his fingertips onto Song Yuzhi's brow.

The light seeped into the skin, transforming into a small, pale golden dragon pattern that then disappeared.

"cough……"

The woman on the bed let out a soft cough as her chest rose and fell.

Song Yuzhi slowly opened her eyes. Her vision cleared, finally settling on Jiang Chen's slightly tired face.

"Jiang...Chen?"

She tried to get up, but Jiang Chen pressed her shoulder down.

"Lie down."

Jiang Chen's voice was a little hoarse. He grabbed the blanket next to him and covered her smooth back.

"That mark is a wisp of dragon energy that I gave you. From now on, in the capital, no one below the Grandmaster level can harm you."

Song Yuzhi's eyes reddened, and tears slid down her cheeks and into the pillow.

She sensed it.

Her previously depleted meridians were now overflowing with an unprecedented warm current. It was a power even stronger than that of her peak.

"You...your cultivation level..."

"Stop rambling."

Jiang Chen stood up, swayed for a moment, but quickly regained his balance.

He walked to the window and pushed open the carved window frame.

Outside is the inner courtyard of the Song family.

The courtyard was now packed with people. There were members of the Song family's collateral branches, opportunists who had previously sided with Song Huai, and a few spies from the Han and Wang families who had been watching from the outside.

When they saw Jiang Chen come out, they all took a step back.

The screams that came from the ancestral hall and the oppressive force that could crush bones were still making their legs tremble.

Jiang Chen stood on the second-floor terrace.

The sunlight shone on him, and his glass-like skin reflected a cold light.

"Xiao Ruoye".

"exist."

Xiao Ruoye stood downstairs, holding a knife, looking up at the man.

"Move that radio station over here."

Soon, a wireless broadcasting system for broadcasting throughout the house was placed in the yard.

This equipment connects to the loudspeakers of the Song family's various businesses in the capital, and can even cover public channels in half of the city.

Jiang Chen did not go downstairs.

He raised his hand and made a grasping motion in the air towards the equipment.

"Buzz!"

All the indicator lights on the equipment lit up, and a piercing electrical hum filled the air.

Jiang Chen took a deep breath, and the golden core in his dantian trembled slightly. A stream of platinum-gold true energy rushed out from his throat, carrying his voice, and entered the microphone.

This is not an ordinary broadcast.

This is the Golden Core Thunder Sound.

"Sizzle—"

Beijing, 3 PM.

Whether it's a business building where a meeting is being held, a bustling pedestrian street, or even the listening room at the Longwei headquarters.

At that moment, all the loudspeakers simultaneously emitted a loud bang.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely cold voice resounded throughout the capital city.

"I am Jiang Chen."

The sound shattered the glazed tiles of the Wang family mansion.

The battle in the Jun family's arena came to a halt.

"Jun Wanhe, can you hear me?"

Jiang Chen's voice, amplified by radio waves and enhanced by the Golden Core Qi, struck everyone's heart like a hammer.

"Five years ago, you took my life."

"Three months ago, you wanted to uproot the Song family completely."

"I've held this grudge for a long time."

Inside the Song family's villa, the Song family members were so frightened that they knelt on the ground, covering their ears and trembling.

Jiang Chen stood on the terrace, his gaze piercing through the layers of buildings, locking onto the tallest black building in the city center.

"This afternoon."

"Wash your neck clean."

"I will get back the debts owed to me, with interest."

"Anyone who dares to stop me, I'll wipe out their entire family."

"Sizzle—"

The broadcast abruptly stopped with a static crackling sound.

The entire capital fell into a deathly silence.

Then came panic.

Pedestrians began to run, and shops began to close. The murderous intent emanating from that voice sent chills down the spines of everyone who heard it.

That madman.

The madman who killed thousands of people in Miao territory has really returned.

……

The Jun family mansion is 300 meters underground.

There was no light here, only a strong smell of blood.

A huge pool of blood was bubbling and gurgling. In the center of the pool, countless severed limbs floated.

"Jiang...Chen..."

A man dressed in a blood-red robe sat cross-legged above the pool of blood.

His long hair hung down into the blood, as if it were absorbing nutrients.

Upon hearing the voice on the radio, the man slowly opened his eyes.

His pupils weren't round; they were vertical, like those of a venomous snake that had just woken up.

"Such pure dragon energy."

The man stuck out his tongue and licked his chapped lips. His tongue was covered in fine, barbs.

He rose from the pool of blood, bringing with him a thick rain of blood.

"Since the Ancestor hasn't emerged from seclusion yet, let me have a taste first..."

"The taste of a true dragon."

The man grinned, revealing a set of sharp, serrated teeth.

He raised his hand and grabbed the thick layer of rock above his head with his palm.

"boom!"

The hard granite ceiling crumbled like tofu under his palm.

A streak of blood-red light shot into the sky, heading straight for the Song family's villa.