The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun shone on Longteng Avenue, and waves of heat rose from the asphalt road.

This street is eerily wide.

Jiang Chen pulled on the reins, and his black horse trotted across the road, the sound of its hooves carrying far.

He was followed by three thousand Miao warriors.

These soldiers were barefoot, their rattan armor painted with dark red paint, and their breathing was a continuous chorus.

The once bustling streets fell silent where they walked.

Nalanjia sat behind Jiang Chen, her slender fingers holding up her white gauze dress.

She looked down at the edge of the horse's back, where there was a patch of dried mud.

"The whole place smells of rust."

Nalanjia's voice was very soft.

With a casual wave of her hand, a circle of holy light rippled outwards.

The dust and exhaust fumes floating in the air were instantly purified.

Behind the densely packed glass windows of the commercial buildings on both sides, thousands of eyes are hidden.

Jun Wuhen, the eldest son of the second branch of the Jun family, stood in front of a floor-to-ceiling window, holding a walkie-talkie in his hand.

He stared at the silent Miao people, veins throbbing on his forehead.

"preparation!"

At Jun Wuhen's command, windows on the third, fifth, and tenth floors on both sides of the street were opened simultaneously.

A thousand heavily armed musketeers leaned out, their guns locked onto the long black dragon.

"beat!"

Da da da.

The dense gunfire resembled a net of fire woven across the street.

Brass bullet casings fell to the ground like rain, making clear echoes.

Tens of thousands of warheads struck the platinum light barrier surrounding Jiang Chen.

Sparks flew everywhere, and metal fragments littered the ground.

Jiang Chen didn't look up, or even glance at the windows where the fire was taking place.

A white light ignited at his fingertips, lighting the cigarette in his mouth.

"Big brother, those people are hiding in the building, and their heartbeats are giving me a headache."

Junyao sat on the high military sedan chair.

She swung her slender legs, the black bells on her ankles emitting a piercing frequency.

"Kill them."

Jiang Chen exhaled a puff of green smoke, his voice cold and devoid of any warmth.

"Okay."

Junyao smiled and suddenly opened her palms towards the buildings on both sides.

"Little ones, dinner's ready."

A dense screeching sound came from the once calm ground.

Countless purple beetles poured out from the sewers, wall cracks, and vents.

These beetles resembled a purple tsunami, frantically climbing up the building's exterior wall.

The intense gunfire suddenly stopped.

Then came that teeth-grinding gnawing sound.

"Ah! What the hell is this thing?!"

A musketeer screamed as he jumped from the fifth floor.

His body was surrounded by purple waves of insects in mid-air, and when he landed on the ground, only a stark white skeleton remained.

The piercing howls echoed throughout the building.

Jun Wuhen watched as the insects crawled up his ankles, and was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground.

The walkie-talkie in his hand fell into the pool of blood, leaving only the crackling sound of electricity.

"Jiang Chen! You fiend! Prepare to die!"

A leader of the Jun family jumped off the second-floor balcony.

He was wearing black iron armor and holding a heavy horse-slaying sword in his hand.

The true energy of a Grandmaster was poured into the blade, creating a five-foot-long blood-red blade aura.

Xiao Ruoye spurred her horse forward, drawing her Miao sword from its sheath.

"You dare call him by his name?"

A golden halo flashed in Xiao Ruoye's eyes.

She touched the horse's back with her toes, and her whole body transformed into a golden streak.

The Miao sword slashed out, tearing the air apart with the sharp energy of Geng metal.

The three-zhang-long golden light swept across.

The commander, along with his armor, was sliced ​​into four even pieces in mid-air.

The spray of blood landed on the lampposts by the roadside, emitting hissing white smoke.

Xiao Ruoye landed steadily, the tip of her knife pointing diagonally at the ground, without a drop of blood on it.

The three thousand Miao soldiers began to accelerate.

Shen Suxin sat on her horse, the silver bracelet on her wrist trembling slightly.

A large plume of emerald green poisonous mist shot out from her sleeves, forming a five-meter-high wall of air.

Those private soldiers of the Jun family who tried to rush out of the alley were so startled by the green mist that they could barely hold their swords.

They collapsed to the ground, clutching their necks, their skin turning into withered bark within seconds.

This is a massacre.

No.

This was a one-sided clearing operation.

Jiang Chen walked very slowly.

With each step he took, the screams behind him lessened.

The once bustling Longteng Avenue is now nothing but a pile of charred weapons and broken armor.

Nalanjia glanced back, his brows furrowing again.

"The floor wasn't washed properly; the smell of blood is still strong."

Jiang Chen patted the back of her hand.

"Once you're inside, it doesn't matter anymore."

The sound of horses' hooves stopped in front of the main gate of the Jun family's residence.

These two vermilion gates were incredibly tall, and each one was nailed with eighty-one copper nails.

The gate was tightly shut at that moment.

At the very bottom of the door crack, a dark red liquid was slowly seeping out.

The smell was very fishy, ​​and it also had a stench like dead fish.

Jiang Chen jumped off the horse.

He stood at the bottom of the steps, looking up at the plaque that read "Junfu" (君府).

He reached out and pressed his hand on the rusty door knocker.

The moment his palm touched the wooden door, a chilling aura of death crept in through his fingers.

Jiang Chen sneered, and platinum-gold true energy exploded at his fingertips.

"Open the door."

He exerted force with all five fingers.

The heavy wooden door let out a terrible groan.

The door was forced open.

The sight behind the door made Shen Suxin hold her breath for a moment.

Within the high walls of the Jun family's residence, there were no corridors or artificial hills.

Hundreds of black stone pillars rose from the ground.

These stone pillars are entirely black, covered with dense, blood-red runes.

These runes seemed to be alive, constantly wriggling on the surface of the stone pillar.

A suppressive force targeting the destiny of a true dragon emanated from these stone pillars.

The air in the entire courtyard became thick and heavy at that moment.

That was a tomb specially prepared for Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen stepped on the blood-stained threshold.

The platinum halo beneath his feet clashed violently with the eerie aura emanating from the black stone pillars.

"Ancestor, now that you're awake, stop hiding."

Jiang Chen stubbed out his cigarette on the door.

A black hole was burned into the wooden door.

"These pillars can't subdue me."

He looked up into the depths of the stone pillar forest.

There was a grand armchair there, and sitting on it was a withered old man.

The old man was blind, with only two dark, bloody holes in his eyes.

He held a string of prayer beads made from human bones in his hand.

"Young man of the Jiang family, the Jun family has been guarding this fate of yours for five years."

The old man spoke, his voice hoarse as if a piece of metal was scraping against each other.

"Let's stay here as fertilizer today."

As the old man finished speaking...

Hundreds of black stone pillars emitted a low rumble at the same time.

A crimson light shot out from the top of the stone pillar, forming a huge crimson net in mid-air.

Under this oppressive aura, some of the Miao soldiers behind Jiang Chen began to lose their footing, their knees cracking.

Jun Yao's expression changed, and the Gu King in her arms let out a sharp cry.

"Big brother, these pillars are eating my little baby!"

Xiao Ruoye held her sword horizontally in front of her, and the sharp energy of Geng metal was suppressed by the red light and forced back into her body.

Jiang Chen watched as the blood-red net fell.

Instead of retreating, he opened his arms.

The platinum elixir within his body spun wildly, accompanied by muffled thunderous roars like the cries of dragons.

"Wash your neck clean, I'm here to take your life."

Jiang Chen suddenly took a step forward.

The earth was trembling.

The runes in the stone pillar forest suddenly burst forth with an eerie light.