The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

Jiang Chen stepped onto the white jade steps leading to the Heavenly Mystery Hall.

Beneath my feet lay ruins.

The once-celestial pavilion is now nothing but ruins.

The surviving disciples of Tianji Island huddled in a corner, watching the figure climbing the mountain step by step, their bodies trembling like leaves.

At the end of the steps, in front of the main hall, stood two stone statues, each ten feet tall.

The stone statue was clad in heavy armor, wielding a giant axe, and emanating terrifying energy reminiscent of the early stages of the Nascent Soul realm.

This is the puppet that guards the Heavenly Mystery Hall and also the "Soul-Suppressing Tower" below.

The moment they sensed Jiang Chen's presence, a scarlet light shone from the empty eye sockets of the two stone statues.

They raised their giant axes and, without the slightest hesitation, brought them down with a roar that seemed to cleave mountains.

Jiang Chen didn't stop.

He didn't even glance at the two stone statues.

He simply raised his right hand, pointed it forward, and casually threw a punch.

There was no force of the punch.

Only a wisp of chaotic flame, a fusion of nine colors, flashed past from his fist.

Wherever the flames passed, the two giant axes, powerful enough to cleave mountains, silently vaporized.

Next, there is the statue's hard body.

They were like dry firewood that had been lit; from head to toe, they quickly turned into ashes that filled the sky and were scattered cleanly by the mountain wind.

The disciples on both sides of the steps, who had originally planned to launch a sneak attack, were terrified when they saw this scene.

"Splash! Splash!"

They rushed to kneel down, burying their heads in the dust and kowtowing frantically.

"Demon God, spare me! Demon God, spare me!"

Jiang Chen walked to the front of the main hall and kicked open the heavy tower door made of bronze.

"boom!"

A biting, eerie wind, carrying countless venomous howls, rushed in from behind the door.

That's the Soul-Suppressing Tower.

The Desolate Land, which has imprisoned all the most serious criminals of Tianji Island for thousands of years.

Without hesitation, Jiang Chen leaped into the bottomless darkness.

He followed three familiar yet faint, almost extinguished breaths as he plummeted downwards.

The lowest level.

Blood pool.

The thick, viscous blood churned and emitted a nauseating stench.

In the center of the pool, three gaunt figures were suspended in mid-air, their collarbones pierced by thick black chains.

Their bodies were shriveled, their long hair withered, and they were no longer recognizable as they once were.

Noticing someone landing, the figure in the middle slowly raised its head.

It was a face covered in blood and scars, but its eyes remained sharp as knives.

"What new tricks have those bastards from Tianji Island come up with to torture me this time?"

His voice was hoarse, yet it carried an unassailable air of dominance.

It is Master Qin Shengxue.

When her gaze fell on Jiang Chen's face.

For the first time, those eyes, which had witnessed mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and endured countless betrayals and torments without wavering, reflected extreme shock.

Her breathing stopped.

"Chen..."

A single word got stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter it.

The other two figures also struggled to raise their heads.

"Is...is that our Chen'er?"

"Am I hallucinating?"

Second Master Ye Weiyang and Third Master Feng Yiran looked at the young man standing at the edge of the blood pool, their eyes shining like a candle that had been extinguished for a thousand years, being rekindled.

Just then, a chilling laugh rang out from the shadows of the blood pool.

A touching reunion between master and apprentice.

"It's a pity that you will soon be reunited on the road to the underworld."

A gaunt old man dressed as a warden emerged from the shadows.

In his hand, he held a formation plate carved from human bones.

The array plate was inscribed with runes of the same origin as the chains on the three people's bodies.

"Jiang Chen, right?"

The warden licked his chapped lips, his eyes filled with greed.

"A truly perfect body, a perfect destiny."

"As long as I crush this array plate, the three of them, along with your imprisoned mother, will be instantly shredded into mincemeat by this meteorite chain."

"Now, kneel down and offer up your souls, and I might consider letting them die a quick death."

Jiang Chen didn't look at him.

His gaze remained fixed on the three figures hanging in mid-air.

He stretched out his hand.

"Chen'er, don't worry about us! Let's go!"

Qin Shengxue let out a hoarse roar.

"It's a trap set by the Lord of Tianji Island! You can't defeat him!"

Jiang Chen did not respond.

The platinum flame in his left eye flickered slightly.

He reached out and grabbed at the air in the direction of the warden.

"ah--!"

The warden let out a scream that was not human.

He felt as if his soul had been forcibly pulled from his body by a red-hot iron clamp, flying uncontrollably toward Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen spread his five fingers.

The pale green orb of light, formed from the warden's soul, along with the human bone array plate, fell into his palm.

Without the slightest hesitation.

Jiang Chen clasped his hands together.

"Click!"

A crisp sound of bone cracking rang out.

At this moment, he crushed the soul, the array plate, and that space together into dust.

The warden's soulless body fell straight down, splattering blood in a circle.

Jiang Chen's fingers were like knives.

A drop of dark golden dragon blood, burning with chaotic flames, was forced from his fingertip and covered the blade.

He flashed and appeared in front of Qin Shengxue.

Start.

The knife fell.

"Clang!"

The chains, supposedly forged from meteorites and unbreakable even by divine weapons, touched his fingertips the moment they came into contact with his fingertips.

Like rusty scrap iron, it was cut in two with a snap.

Then came the second one, and the third one.

The three masters, who had been imprisoned for five years, fell limply from mid-air.

Jiang Chen did not let them land.

A gentle stream of chaotic true energy steadily supported the three of them and slowly placed them on the ground.

"Master, I'm late."

Jiang-Chen knelt before the three men, his voice trembling slightly.

He channeled three streams of pure true energy into the bodies of his three masters, protecting their nearly depleted heart meridians.

"Good...good boy..."

Ye Weiyang and Feng Yiran collapsed weakly to the ground, feeling the warm power within their bodies, tears silently streaming down their faces.

Only Qin Shengxue, the God of War of the Prison Realm, grabbed Jiang Chen's wrist after catching her breath.

Her hands were cold and thin, but very strong.

"Chen'er, run!"

"The Heavenly Mystery Island Master's secluded cultivation location is not in the Heavenly Mystery Main Hall!"

"He's in the 'Lingxiao Temple' at the deepest part of the island! That's the true core of Tianji Island!"

"Cough...cough cough..."

Third Master Feng Yiran coughed violently, spitting out several mouthfuls of black blood mixed with icy shards.

She pulled a handful of cracked abacus beads from her bosom and, with her last ounce of strength, forced them to move.

"puff!"

The abacus beads shattered.

Feng Yiran coughed up a mouthful of blood, her face turning ashen.

"Found it... the Azure Phoenix's location... is also in the Lingxiao Holy Temple!"

"not good!"

Feng Yiran suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with terror.

"Tianji... the Lord of Tianji Island... he's about to emerge from seclusion!"

The moment she finished speaking.

The entire Soul-Suppressing Tower and the entire Heavenly Mystery Island began to shake violently.

It wasn't an earthquake.

The sky is collapsing.

Above the Lingxiao Temple.

A scarlet, bottomless spatial rift was forcibly torn open by a brute force.

A bolt of blood-red lightning, as thick as a bucket, carrying the terrifying might of heaven that judges all living beings, crashed down from the crack.

The target was the Heavenly Mystery Hall where Jiang Chen was located.

The strong winds ripped up the clouds and mist on the mountaintop.

A cold, emotionless voice emanated from the depths of the crack, echoing throughout the entire world.

"You beast, have you made enough trouble?"