The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

The ground is shaking.

It wasn't the shaking like an earthquake, but rather like a giant heart pounding wildly underground.

The 108 black stone pillars seemed to come alive at that moment.

The dark red runes that were originally engraved on the pillar began to flow, like freshly cut blood vessels, gushing out dazzling red light.

A crimson light shot into the sky, intertwining above the Jun family compound.

In the blink of an eye, a huge blood-red net was cast down.

The oxygen in the air was instantly sucked out.

That feeling of suffocation isn't just affecting the lungs, but also the depths of the soul.

The Miao soldiers standing behind Jiang Chen, even those wearing rattan armor, were bent over by the weight of the weight.

Some of the weaker individuals even had blood seeping from their nostrils.

"Big brother, my bug... isn't moving."

Junyao sat in the sedan chair, her face pale.

The Gu King in her arms was curled up in a ball, trembling.

That was absolute suppression from the level of life itself.

This is no ordinary killing formation.

This is the "Dragon-Slaying Formation".

Five years ago, the Jun family used this formation to trap and kill the dragon, which had not yet grown up, on the operating table.

Jiang Chen stood still, without moving.

However, the golden core within his body was frantically pounding against the inner wall of his dantian.

The feeling was as if countless hooks were drilling into his bone marrow, hooking his meridians, trying to forcibly pull out what was inside.

The cracks in the Golden Elixir, which had just been repaired in Miao territory, were now emitting a teeth-grinding grinding sound.

pain.

Jiang Chen was very familiar with this kind of pain.

Five years ago, on that rainy night, when his spine was broken, he felt the same pain.

"How does the Jiang family's young master taste?"

Deep within the stone forest, the blind old man spoke.

Jun Wanhe sat in the grand chair, the bone beads in his hand spinning rapidly.

In his other hand, he held a clear glass bottle.

There was no water in the bottle, only a golden spot the size of a fingernail, which was struggling in the small space.

It was alive.

Even from dozens of meters away, Jiang Chen could still feel the sense of familiarity emanating from that patch of light.

That's part of his body.

"Five years ago, I personally performed the surgery to extract the essence from your spine."

Jun Wanhe grinned, revealing two rows of dark yellow teeth.

He raised the bottle high, towards the blood-red net above his head.

"It's useless in your body, but in my Jun family, it's a miracle drug. Today, hand over the rest of yours."

As he finished speaking, the blood-red net above his head suddenly sank downwards.

"Crunch—"

The bluestone slab beneath Jiang Chen's feet shattered instantly, and his feet sank half a foot deep into the mud.

Narancia wanted to make a move.

The white light emanating from her body had barely appeared when it was completely swallowed up by the yin energy emanating from the surrounding black pillars.

This is the foundation of the Jun family's centuries-old heritage, a place that can overcome any supernatural ability.

"Don't move."

Jiang Chen pressed down on Nalan Jia's wrist.

He looked up at the glass bottle, but there was no fear in his eyes as Jun Wanhe had expected.

Instead, it was a kind of extreme excitement.

It was like a wild beast that had been starving for a long time finally smelling blood.

"Old man, you kept this thing until now, just to give me an extra meal?"

Jiang Chen suddenly chuckled.

The laughter was cold, with a metallic quality.

The next second, he did something only a madman would do.

He withdrew his protective inner energy.

The platinum elixir, which had been desperately resisting the suction force, now spun wildly like a wild horse that had been freed from its restraints.

Since you want to smoke, I'll let you smoke as much as you want.

"boom!"

The true energy within Jiang Chen's body was no longer a trickle, but a raging river.

The violent energy, a fusion of holy light and dragon blood, flowed back into the blood net above their heads, drawn by the suction force.

Jun Wanhe's smile froze.

He sensed something was wrong.

The 108 stone pillars began to tremble violently, and the sound they emitted was no longer a low rumble, but a mournful cry of unbearable burden.

"What...what are you doing!"

Jun Wanhe suddenly stood up.

"Let it stuff itself to death."

Jiang Chen uttered three words.

Immediately afterwards, a high-pitched dragon roar exploded from his chest.

"roar--!"

This sound cannot be produced by the human vocal cords.

That was the roar of the soul.

A phantom of a dark golden dragon, hundreds of feet long, shot into the sky from behind Jiang Chen without warning.

It is no longer the illusory shadow it once was.

Each dragon scale was clearly visible, and even had platinum flames burning on it.

That was holy light.

The Jun family's Dragon-Slaying Formation can trap dragons, but it cannot trap a dragon imbued with holy light.

The dragon raised its head and bit down on the blood-red net.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

That was the sound of a steel cable snapping.

The sky was filled with red light, like shattered glass, exploding into countless fragments.

Next came the stone pillars.

Unable to withstand this violent backlash, they began to disintegrate from within.

One after another, they exploded like dominoes.

Gravel flew everywhere, and dust billowed.

The bone bead in Jun Wanhe's hand broke.

Before he could react, a hand covered in fine scales had already reached through the swirling dust and gripped his throat.

"Give it to me."

Jiang Chen's voice was right next to him.

Jun Wanhe felt a sharp pain in his wrist; the glass bottle had changed hands.

"Smack."

Without any hesitation, Jiang Chen crushed the bottle with one hand.

The golden spot of light, which had been imprisoned for five years, emitted a joyful buzz the moment it regained its freedom.

It didn't try to escape; instead, it crashed directly into Jiang Chen's forehead.

"Boom!"

Jiang Chen's body jolted violently.

A warm current flowed from between my eyebrows to my limbs and bones.

That felt like returning to one's origins.

It's like the missing piece of a puzzle has finally been completed.

The platinum-gold elixir within his body turned a deep, dark purple at that moment.

The barrier of the early stage of the Spirit Sea Realm was like a thin sheet of paper, which was instantly pierced.

Mid-term.

It's still rising.

Jiang Chen's skin began to peel off, and on the newly grown skin, a layer of purplish-gold patterns faintly appeared.

The sense of oppression was more than ten times stronger than before.

Jun Wanhe was thrown away by the shockwave and crashed heavily into the broken stone pillar.

He coughed up a mouthful of black blood.

He stared in horror at the man standing in the smoke and dust.

monster.

This is a complete monster!

Even the dragon-slaying formation left by his ancestors couldn't trap him; it even became a tonic for him.

Jiang Chen stretched his neck, and his joints cracked like popping beans.

He walked step by step toward Jun Wanhe, who was slumped on the ground.

With each step, the ground trembled.

"Five years ago they extracted my marrow, today they want to devour my soul."

Jiang Chen raised his foot and stepped on Jun Wanhe's withered palm.

"Click."

The sound of finger bones cracking was exceptionally clear.

"ah--!"

Jun Wanhe let out a piercing scream, but under Jiang Chen's oppressive aura, he couldn't even roll over.

"No...don't kill me!"

Jun Wanhe was afraid.

The longer a person lives, the more afraid they are of dying.

He didn't want to become that pile of rotten flesh on the ground.

Give me a reason not to kill you.

Jiang Chen pressed down with his feet, crushing the broken bones.

"Su...Su Jinyu!"

Jun Wanhe roared out with all his might.

"She's in the backyard! In the infernal arena! She's dying! Only I have the key!"

Jiang Chen stopped.

He slowly turned his head and looked into the deepest part of the Jun family mansion.

There is an artificial hill there, and beneath the hill is the entrance to a huge underground palace.

The wind is blowing from over there.

Jiang Chen sniffed.

A very faint scent lingered in the air.

That was the scent of ice and snow.

It's the scent of Su Jinyu.

But at this moment, this icy air was mixed with a nauseating, fishy stench.

That's the smell of flesh beginning to rot.

Jiang Chen's pupils instantly shrank to the size of a pinhead.

He kicked Jun Wanhe away like he was kicking a dead dog.

"Wakaba, keep an eye on this old dog. If he loses even a single hair, I'll hold you responsible."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Chen's figure had already disappeared from the spot.

All that remained was a crushed patch of ground and the lingering afterimage of platinum in the air.