The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

The underground grotto of the auction house was deathly quiet.

The air was thick with the smell of blood mixed with the odor of burnt protein.

Jiang Chen stood there, the glassy luster on his body slowly receding.

His eyes, burning with fire in the left and frozen in the right, turned toward the corner of the cave.

There, a fat man in a silk robe was shivering and shrinking behind a pile of minced meat.

He was the organizer of this auction and the leader of the "International Club" behind this city of sin.

Jiang Chen walked towards him.

With each step, the blood beneath his feet silently parted to the sides.

"No...don't come any closer!"

The leader was so frightened that he threw away the golden scepter in his hand, pressed his body against the cold stone wall, and his fat trembled like a leaf.

"I...I am a distinguished guest of the Rothschild family! I am an honorary director of the Freemasons!"

He incoherently rattled off titles that would terrify anyone in the outside world.

"If you mess with me, you're making an enemy of the entire Western underworld! The Thirteen Council won't let you get away with this!"

Jiang Chen stopped in front of him and looked down at him.

That look wasn't directed at a person.

They were looking at a stone, a tool.

"Brother Jiang, he carries... the curse of Bloody Mary."

Shen Suxin whispered a reminder from behind.

"It is a vicious witchcraft made with the blood of hundreds of young girls; anyone who touches it will be haunted by resentment."

Jiang Chen ignored him.

He stretched out his hand.

"What...what do you want to do?" The leader of the alliance looked at the hand reaching out to him in horror.

"I have ten tons of gold in my vault! And countless diamonds! You can have it all! Just let me go!"

Jiang Chen spread his five fingers and pressed them onto the top of the leader's head.

"No--!"

The alliance leader let out a bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered.

But the scene of his brains splattering out that he had envisioned did not occur.

In Jiang Chen's palm, the chaotic flame that combined pure white holy light and pitch-black ice silently ignited.

Flames have no temperature.

However, the moment it appeared, it completely devoured the curse power protecting the leader of the alliance.

"Ah... my head... my brain..."

The alliance leader clutched his head and rolled around on the ground in agony.

A grayish-white, steam-like substance began to seep from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

Those were his memories.

Jiang Chen closed his eyes.

Countless chaotic, filthy, and bloody images flashed rapidly through his mind.

That was the leader's lifelong sin.

Jiang Chen skipped over all that junk information.

His divine sense, like a precise scalpel, pierced into the deepest recesses of the other person's memory.

What he was looking for was information about "special physique".

"Found it."

Jiang-Chen's divine sense locked onto a memory that was encrypted layer by layer.

In the picture.

A massive, jet-black steel warship, its prow adorned with grotesque sea monsters, is anchored at a secret deep-sea base.

A huge, transparent container made of an unknown crystal was slowly hoisted onto the deck.

Two unconscious girls were submerged in the container.

A young girl's body radiated a deep, azure-blue aura, like the ocean.

The other girl's body radiated a verdant glow, like trees sprouting in spring.

heavy water.

Thick soil.

No, that's... Aoki.

Jiang Chen instantly recognized the two primal auras.

Those are the Heavy Water Body, representing ultimate defense, and the Green Wood Body, representing endless vitality, among the nine major body types.

The camera zooms in.

On the black hull of that giant ship, a totem written in ancient script was clearly visible.

It was an eye without a pupil.

Heavenly secrets.

"No... my memories... my soul..."

The leader of the alliance on the ground let out a final, unwilling roar, and his body convulsed violently.

Then, the "steam" gushing from his seven orifices stopped.

He lay limp on the ground like a lump of mud, completely lifeless.

His skull was intact, but the brain inside had been completely evaporated by the chaotic flames.

Jiang Chen withdrew his hand and shook it off.

He opened his eyes and looked at Ye You, who was standing not far away.

"You were captured by them?"

Ye You nodded, her pure black eyes reflecting Jiang Chen's image.

"Who else?"

Ye You thought for a moment, then spoke dryly.

"Many people."

"Two months ago, they also kidnapped two very pretty older women."

"One of them smelled of moisture, and the other smelled of grass and trees."

Jiang Chen's heart sank.

The timing is right.

"Where were they taken?"

Ye You shook her head.

"have no idea."

"All I heard were those people in black robes saying that they were going to take them back to the 'island' and offer them to the 'Holy Lord'."

Jiang Chen didn't ask any more questions.

He turned around and walked toward the exit of the cave.

The sunlight streaming in from outside was a bit too bright.

Xiao Ruoye walked to the corpse and kicked it.

"That old bastard got off too easily."

Junyao knelt down and took a ring with a huge black gemstone from the Alliance Leader's cold fingers.

"Big brother, this is nice, give it to me."

She proudly presented the ring to Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen took it and casually put it on Jun Yao's finger.

He walked to the exit and stood in the sunlight of the city of sin.

The sea breeze carries a salty, damp scent.

He looked eastward at the boundless, deep blue sea.

The gaze seemed to pierce through the misty waters for miles.

"Tianji Island..."

He uttered those three words softly.

The voice wasn't loud, but it sent a chill down the spines of the women following behind him.

That was a calm surface concealing a boundless killing intent.

"Su Xin." Jiang Chen didn't even turn his head.

"Yes, Brother Jiang."

"Su Jinyu, how much longer can she hold on?"

Shen Suxin walked to his side, looked at the sea, and said in a low voice.

"The poison of Huayuan Powder has penetrated deep into her bone marrow. My sister-in-law's Ice Phoenix Essence has been forcibly stripped away, and her internal organs are failing."

"I used gold needles to protect her heart meridian, but... she can only hold on for seven more days at most."

"Even if a celestial being were to arrive seven days later, it would be too late..."

That's enough.

Jiang Chen interrupted her.

Seven days.

That's enough for him to turn this world upside down.

"Wakaba".

"exist."

Xiao Ruoye walked to his other side and placed her hand on the broken sword.

"The fastest route from here to Tianji Island."

Xiao Ruoye frowned.

No one knows the location of Tianji Island.

"Legend has it that it is a moving island, shrouded in a huge maze, and only those who possess a token can enter."

"Moreover, that sea area is the most dangerous restricted area in the world, known as the 'graveyard of gods and demons,' where any ships or planes that approach it will mysteriously disappear."

Jiang Chen turned his head and looked at her.

"I'm asking you, the route."

His tone was calm, without the slightest ripple.

Xiao Ruoye felt her heart skip a beat as he stared at her with those chaotic eyes.

She took a deep breath and pulled out a military-grade, high-strength encrypted tablet from her pocket.

"Based on the Dragon Guard's top-secret files and the star charts provided by the Song family..."

Her fingers flew across the screen.

"The next time Tianji Island will appear should be in three days, at coordinates of 142 degrees east longitude and 25 degrees north latitude."

"That is... the 'Dragon Triangle,' the most active area of ​​the Pacific Plate."

"Our warship, traveling at full speed, will take exactly three days."

"Three days?"

Jiang Chen nodded.

He gazed at the horizon where the sea met the sky in the distance.

That azure horizon marks the end of his five-year-long path of revenge.

There, his imprisoned mother resides.

He had three masters who taught him everything.

There are two special constitutions that were used as sacrifices.

And then there was that so-called "divine secret" that stole the first half of his life.

The strong winds whipped up the waves.

The massive black warship turned its bow around.

Like a silent steel behemoth, it crashed through the waves and sped towards the forbidden sea known as the "Graveyard of Gods and Demons".

On the deck, Jiang Chen stood with his hands behind his back.

His clothes fluttered in the wind.

Behind him, five women with distinct personalities stood quietly.

They watched the man's retreating figure.

It was as if watching a peerless, deadly weapon about to be unsheathed, ready to cleave the entire sky.