The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

The heavily armored warship crashed through the last layer of blood-red sea fog.

A completely black island, like a giant beast lurking on the sea surface, revealed its ferocious outline.

The air was filled with a stench of rust, gunpowder, and rotting flesh.

As soon as Narancia stepped onto the dock, he bent over and began to retch.

"Dirty".

She flicked a beam of white light from her fingertip, purifying the black oil-stained ground beneath her feet into a smooth crystal.

"Brother Jiang, your temperature is still rising!"

Shen Suxin reached out to touch Jiang Chen's forehead, but was forced back by the scorching heat emanating from him.

Jiang Chen's skin was an unnatural crimson red, with wisps of platinum flame seeping out from his pores.

"Where?"

His voice was hoarse, like two red-hot iron plates rubbing together.

Xiao Ruoye snatched a hastily drawn map from a port worker who was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground.

"In the heart of the island, on the underground black market, they are auctioning off 'goods'."

Jiang Chen didn't say anything more and walked straight into the depths of the island.

With each step he took, a charred footprint was left on the stone slab beneath his feet.

The streets of the city of sin were in complete chaos.

Bullet holes were everywhere, garbage piled up in the corners, and there were desperados casting malicious glances.

"These girls are pretty good, Asian faces, and really fair skin."

A one-eyed, burly man licked his lips and reached out to block their path.

The dozen or so men behind him were all carrying bloodstained machetes.

Xiao Ruoye's right hand was already on the broken sword at her waist.

Jiang Chen didn't even glance at the one-eyed man.

He simply walked past the man.

The moment the two brushed past each other, the one-eyed strongman's clothes suddenly burst into a ball of platinum flames.

"ah--!"

A heart-wrenching scream pierced the long street.

In just three seconds, the living person, along with the knife in his hand, turned into a pile of crystalline white ash.

The thugs around them were so frightened that they dropped their weapons and scrambled away into the depths of the alley.

The group quickly found the entrance to the underground auction house.

It was a heavy, massive brass door studded with copper nails.

Two composed martial artists, both at the Transformation Realm, stood guard at the entrance.

"Halt! This is the 'International Club,' no unauthorized personnel allowed."

Jiang Chen stopped in his tracks.

He raised his leg and kicked out.

"boom!"

Before the two guards could even react, they were slammed into the wall behind them by the blown-away bronze door, turning into two mangled clumps of flesh and blood.

The world behind the door suddenly opened up.

It was a huge circular cave, with whale oil torches burning all around, emitting a strange smell.

Hundreds of tycoons, warlords, and outlaws from all over the world are raising their bidding paddles and shouting out prices.

"Fifty million! I'll offer fifty million US dollars!"

"A top-grade cauldron with a special physique, only fifty million? I'll offer one hundred million!"

"Add three chests of diamonds! Who dares to compete with our Blackwater Group?"

The noise, the smell of alcohol, and the stench of sweat blended together into a nauseating odor.

Jiang Chen's gaze swept past the frenzied crowd and landed on the auction stage at the very center.

A huge black iron cage stood on the platform.

Inside the cage, a thin girl huddled in a corner.

She was dressed in tattered burlap, her hands and feet were chained with thick iron chains, and her body was covered with bruises.

An extremely cold, pure black aura slowly emanated from her body.

Dark polar body.

Jiang Chen's loud kicking of the door finally interrupted the revelry inside.

Everyone turned their heads, filled with anger at being disturbed, to look at the uninvited guests at the door.

"Where did this yellow-skinned monkey come from, daring to run wild here?"

"Keep the women here, and chop the men up and feed them to the dogs!"

The dozens of thugs closest to him grinned and drew their weapons from their waists.

The gleaming blade was so bright it was blinding.

Jiang Chen didn't utter a single unnecessary word.

He simply took one step forward.

The platinum elixir within his body spun wildly.

A heavy, dark golden pressure crashed down upon them.

There were no screams.

The dozens of powerful figures at the forefront felt as if their bodies were being gripped by an invisible giant hand.

"Crunch... crunch..."

That was the sound of bones being crushed inch by inch.

Their bodies knelt on the ground in a contorted position, their internal organs and blood gushing out from their seven orifices.

The people behind stopped in their tracks in alarm.

They watched helplessly as their companions were crushed into lumps of rotten flesh pressed to the ground by that irresistible force.

The pungent smell of blood filled the air.

"Demon...devil!"

Someone let out a terrified scream.

The remaining villains were utterly terrified.

They dropped their weapons, turned around like madmen, and scrambled away toward the kicked-open door.

The once bustling auction hall instantly became empty.

All that remained were broken bones and mangled flesh scattered on the ground, and the auctioneer standing on the stage, his pants soaked with fear.

Jiang Chen stepped through the sticky blood and the mess on the ground, walking step by step onto the auction stage.

He ignored the auctioneer who was slumped on the ground and walked straight towards the black iron cage.

Inside the cage, the girl slowly raised her head.

She had no whites in her eyes, nor pupils.

Those were a pair of jet-black, pure eyes, like two bottomless, icy abysses.

In her eyes, Jiang Chen's face, burning with platinum flames, was reflected.

Jiang Chen raised his fist.

There were no fancy moves, just the simplest straight punch.

His fist slammed into the sturdy black iron railing.

"Bang--!"

A loud bang.

The sturdy iron cage remained unbent and undeformed.

It was as if it was detonated from within by an incomprehensible force, instantly blasting into countless flying iron filings.

Jiang Chen withdrew his fist, and the flames on his body flickered.

The iron cage shattered, and the girl's body lost its support, slumping forward.

Her hand unconsciously brushed against Jiang Chen's fingers.

A cold, black energy, carrying an aura of death and devouring, spiraled upwards along the back of Jiang Chen's hand.

Wherever that energy passed, the platinum flames burning on Jiang Chen's skin were forcibly suppressed and extinguished.

A black, frosty mark shot swiftly from his wrist, disappearing into the depths of his veins.