The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

Jiang Chen jumped into the dry well in the back garden.

There was no water at the bottom of the well, but a thick layer of silt that crunched and cracked when stepped on.

That was the sound of human bones being crushed.

After landing, Nalanjia gripped her skirt tightly with both hands and huddled behind Jiang Chen.

"Dirty, this place is dirtier than hell."

Nalanjia's voice trembled, and a beam of white light shot out from his fingertip.

The beam of light pierced the darkness, revealing the pitch-black tunnel behind the well wall.

Bloodstained iron hooks hung on the wall, and the wind blew in from deep within the tunnel, carrying a heavy, salty smell.

Xiao Ruoye, holding half a Miao sword, walked at the front, her boots making a pattering sound as they stepped into the blood.

"My heartbeat is very erratic here."

Junyao held the Gu Bell in her hand, her ear pressed against the stone wall, her face frighteningly cold.

At the end of the tunnel was a giant iron gate covered in rust.

The low growls of wild beasts and the unrestrained laughter of men could be heard coming from the crack in the door.

Jiang Chen walked to the door and placed his palm on the cold iron plate.

"Creak—"

With a sudden burst of strength from his five fingers, he forcefully pulled the entire iron door out of the wall.

He casually tossed it aside, and the iron gate, weighing several thousand kilograms, crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

A strong, pungent stench hit me.

This is a huge semi-circular arena, with the surrounding stone walls covered in black moss.

Dozens of iron cages hung overhead, inside which huddled some shapeless shadows.

The shadows writhed in the cage, emitting desperate whimpers.

Jiang Chen's gaze swept over the iron cages, finally locking onto the center of the arena.

A dozen or so gray jackals formed a circle, their back fur bristling and drool dripping from between their teeth.

A woman was kneeling in the center of the circle.

Her once jet-black hair had turned a deathly gray, sticking messily to her shoulders.

Two iron chains, each as thick as a thumb, pierced through her collarbone, with the other end firmly locked to a stone pillar.

That's Su Jinyu.

She held a broken ice spike in her hand, her last trump card, condensed from the depletion of her Ice Phoenix Body.

"Jinyu..."

When Xiao Ruoye saw the woman's miserable state, it felt like a stone was stuck in her throat.

In the stands, dozens of members of the Jun family were sitting together.

They held glasses of red wine and had delicate pastries laid out in front of them.

"Look, that cripple is moving again!"

A man dressed in a purple silk robe stood up, pointed at Su Jinyu below, and laughed loudly.

He spat downwards, and it landed right on Su Jinyu's head.

"This Ice Phoenix Body is indeed resilient; it survived more than thirty bites."

A man who looked like a commander slowly walked up behind Su Jinyu, carrying a long whip with a hook.

"Young master, you'd better get moving while you watch the show, or this beast might really eat you up."

The commander suddenly swung his long whip, the barbed blade striking Su Jinyu hard on the back.

"Snapped!"

The skin was torn open and the flesh was ripped open.

Su Jinyu swayed and fell to the ground on the sand.

She didn't cry, not even a whimper.

"Jiang...Chen..."

With sand in her mouth, she murmured the name etched into her very bones.

Jiang Chen stood at the entrance of the arena, and the stone bricks under his feet turned to dust the moment he stepped on them.

With each step he took, the aura of hostility emanating from him intensified.

The previously frenzied jackals suddenly stopped moving, tucked their tails between their legs, and stared in terror at the approaching man.

"Where did this bastard come from, daring to trespass into the Jun family's hell?"

The commander turned around, saw Jiang Chen's extremely cold face, and grinned maliciously.

With a flick of his wrist, the long whip coiled around Jiang Chen's neck like a venomous snake.

"Kneel down and bark like a dog, and I'll give you a whole corpse!"

Jiang Chen raised his right hand, his movement incredibly slow.

But he happened to grab the whip with the barbs.

The sharp steel hook pierced his palm, and drops of blood fell.

Jiang Chen didn't let go; instead, he revealed a cruel smile.

"Did you enjoy whipping yourself with that?"

He clenched his fingers and pulled back sharply.

Before the commander could even scream, he was thrown forward by the brute force.

Jiang Chen reached out with his left hand and grabbed the other person's neck like an eagle snatching a chicken.

"Click!"

The crisp sound of bones cracking echoed throughout the arena.

The commander's eyes bulged out suddenly, his head slumped to one side, and he died.

Jiang Chen tossed the corpse aside like trash and turned his gaze to the purple-robed man in the stands.

"Which branch of the Jun family are you a bastard from?"

His voice was soft, yet it shook the glasses in the stands so much that they shattered.

"What audacity! Kill him! Feed this madman to the wolves!"

The man in the purple robe was so frightened that he spilled his red wine and roared at Jiang Chen.

From the surrounding shadows, hundreds of shadow guards clad in black armor leaped out.

They held specially made horse-slaying swords in their hands, surrounding Jiang Chen with murderous intent.

Jiang Chen didn't even glance at the shadow guards. He bent down and gently pulled Su Jinyu into his arms.

"I am coming."

A white-gold flame ignited at his fingertips, which he casually flicked across his fingers.

The two iron chains locked in Su Jinyu's bones melted instantly, like candles.

Su Jinyu opened her eyes with difficulty, her gaze lingering on Jiang Chen's face for a long time.

"Jiang Chen...is that you?"

She wanted to reach out and touch Jiang Chen's face, but even the slightest movement of her fingers caused excruciating pain.

"It's me. I'll take a nap and wake up home."

Jiang Chen handed her over to Shen Suxin, who had rushed over, and then turned to look at the shadow guards who had surrounded them.

The platinum core within his body spun wildly, its roar overwhelming all the beast roars.

"Narancia, protect them."

Narancia took a step forward, and a holy white light spread from beneath her feet, forming a circle of absolute purification.

"It's too dirty here."

Nalanjia's voice was icy, and a pale golden cross flashed in his eyes.

Jiang Chen stretched his neck, and his joints made a popping sound like beans.

He raised his hand, and a clump of tobacco at his fingertips was shattered into dust.

"Xiao Ruoye, do you want to kill someone?"

Xiao Ruoye spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and drew the broken knife from her waist.

"I've been waiting for this for ages!"

Jiang Chen tore off his tattered outer garment, revealing his muscles covered in purple and gold patterns.

The dark golden dragon shadow behind him suddenly opened its eyes and let out a roar that shattered the stone wall.

"Today, not a single person in this purgatory will escape."

Jiang Chen's figure disappeared from the spot.

next second.

The five black-armored shadow guards in the front row exploded into a cloud of blood mist in mid-air without warning.

Jiang Chen stood in the center of the blood mist, clutching a still-beating heart in his hand.

He looked coldly at the stands, the murderous intent in his eyes materializing into a tangible white light.

"Young Master Jun, it's your turn."

The man in the purple robe was so frightened that he slumped into the armchair, his crotch soaked.

He grabbed the signal flare from the table and fired it overhead like a madman.

"Grandpa, save me! The monster's in!"

A blood-red signal flare exploded above the arena.

Deep underground, a rotten and evil aura began to awaken.

Heavy footsteps came from the other end of the underground palace.

With each sound, a crack would appear in the arena floor.

Jiang Chen crushed the heart in his hand and looked up into the darkness.

"Old man, I've been waiting for you for ages."

His platinum true energy condensed into a roaring long whip.

Xiao Ruoye's Miao sword had already severed the throats of three shadow guards.

Junyao's Gu Bell emitted a piercing frequency, and countless purple insects crawled up the stands.

The screams instantly drowned out the previous maniacal laughter.

Jiang Chen stood amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, letting the warm blood splatter onto his face.

The dark golden dragon shadow in his eyes became increasingly solid.

That was a sign that the barrier was about to be broken.

In the darkness, a withered hand covered in green hair gripped the edge of the burrow.

"It's so noisy."

A hoarse, inhuman sound rang out.

Jiang Chen advanced instead of retreating, and punched into the air.

"Come out and face your death!"

The shockwave exploded, and the entire arena teetered on the brink of collapse.

The owner of that green-haired hand has finally revealed his true colors.

It was a dried-up corpse with three heads, dragging a rusty giant axe in its hand.

With each step it took, the rotting flesh on its body would fall to the ground and turn into pus.

"Is this the Jun family's trump card?"

Jiang Chen's lips twitched slightly.

The dragon blood within him boiled completely.