The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

Jiang Chen carried Tang Tang to the bed.

The feeling upon touching it was even more chilling than Su Jinyu's Ice Phoenix Body.

That chill wasn't just pure cold; it carried a sinister aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

Tang Tang's face, painted with vibrant colors, was now completely devoid of color; her lips were purple, and her body was twitching unconsciously.

Beneath her thin skin, streams of black energy surged wildly, like countless tiny black snakes.

"The Ghostly Physique was detonated by the bloodthirsty aura of the boxing ring."

Jiang Chen glanced at it and made a judgment.

One of the nine most outstanding and talented individuals in terms of physique.

It is naturally drawn to things of darkness and evil, making it an excellent vessel for cultivating ghostly arts. However, it is also a giant magnet, easily attracting evil spirits.

The Shura Cage was a place where countless people had died. The resentment, malevolent energy, and bloodlust mixed together there were the most deadly poison to her.

If it had been half an hour later, this girl would have had her soul corrupted by the evil energy, turning her into a living corpse with only the instinct to kill.

Jiang Chen reached out his hand, ready to help.

But his hand froze in mid-air.

Tang Tang was wearing a tattered fishnet shirt, over which was a leather jacket covered with metal rivets, and below were several pairs of jeans with large holes torn in them, layered on top of each other, making it impossible to find a place to stitch them.

Saving lives is like putting out a fire.

Jiang Chen had no time to hesitate.

He reached out and grabbed the collar of Tang Tang's leather jacket, then pulled hard with both arms.

"Rip—!"

With the sound of tearing fabric, the seemingly sturdy leather jacket, along with the fishnet shirt underneath, was ripped open from the middle, revealing large areas of skin.

After doing all this, Jiang-Chen's expression remained unchanged, his eyes clear, like a surgeon treating a lesion.

He took a cloth bag from his pocket and unfolded it.

The silver needles, of varying lengths, gleamed softly under the hotel lights.

The silver needles of gods and demons.

He was about to insert the needle when his gaze fell on Tang Tang's face.

Sweat mixed with cheap cosmetics washed out colorful lines on her face, like an overturned palette.

Jiang Chen frowned.

He grabbed a bed sheet, dipped it in water, and roughly smeared it all over her face.

He just wanted to wipe off a clean patch of skin so he could better observe his complexion.

But as the thick layer of paint was wiped away...

A face was revealed.

Jiang Chen's hand paused for a moment.

What kind of face was that?

If Su Jinyu is a snow lotus blooming on an iceberg, pure and aloof, she can only be admired from afar.

The face before me was like a night-blooming cereus, blooming in the darkness, possessing a breathtaking and alluring beauty.

Her eyebrows resembled distant mountains, her eyes were like autumn waters, and the corners of her eyes were slightly upturned, exuding a natural charm.

Despite having extremely innocent facial features, when combined, they become the most alluring and captivating poison.

This girl actually has such a face that could bring ruin to a country.

Only one thought flashed through Jiang Chen's mind.

The next second, he had already regained all his composure.

He picked up a three-inch-long silver needle and, with lightning speed, pierced it into Tang Tang's chest at the Tanzhong acupoint.

"Um……"

Tangtang let out a painful groan, her body trembling violently.

Jiang Chen remained expressionless, his fingers moving swiftly as several more silver needles were inserted into her vital acupoints, including Qihai, Guanyuan, and Shenque.

He sealed her heart meridian to prevent the evil energy from attacking her heart.

After doing all this, he took a deep breath, put two fingers together, and touched Tang Tang's forehead.

The pure Yang energy of the "Formless Technique" flowed into Tang Tang's body like a warm current.

"ah--!"

Two completely opposite forces collided violently within Tang Tang's body.

The feeling was like having a red-hot iron forcibly shoved into an ice cellar.

Tangtang suddenly opened her eyes.

The whites of her eyes had been completely consumed by the black energy.

"Cold...so cold..."

"Kill me...please..."

She was delirious, waving her arms wildly like a fish thrown ashore.

"Bear with it."

Jiang Chen's voice was devoid of any emotion.

He increased the output of his true energy.

The pure Yang energy, like a vast net, began to precisely control and encircle and suppress the rampaging Yin energy.

In this process, the pain is magnified more than tenfold.

"Aaaaaah!"

Tangtang let out a scream that sounded inhuman. With all her might, she opened her mouth and bit down hard on the thing closest to her.

Jiang Chen's arm, which was circulating his inner energy, was bitten by her.

The sharp teeth pierced the skin instantly and embedded themselves in the muscle.

Fresh blood flowed down the corner of her mouth.

Jiang Chen didn't even flinch.

He didn't even look down at his arm.

His entire being was focused on Tang-Tang's body.

That malevolent aura was even more stubborn than he had imagined.

They even began to turn against him, trying to erode his pure yang energy.

At this moment, the remnant soul of the true dragon within Jiang Chen's body let out an excited dragon roar.

For it, these yin and evil energies are the best tonics.

An overwhelming suction force emanated from Jiang Chen's palm.

He changed his strategy.

It's no longer about dispelling, it's about devouring!

"boom!"

The Yin energy within Tang Tang's body seemed to have found an outlet, surging wildly towards Jiang Chen's arm.

If Tangtang just endured the agony of being boiled in oil over a raging fire...

Now, Jiang Chen is enduring excruciating pain, like ice gnawing at his bones.

Those malevolent energies, carrying the most primal brutality and resentment of the Asura Cage, flowed along his meridians, all the way upwards, directly surging into his sea of ​​consciousness.

A faint layer of black mist also appeared on Jiang Chen's face.

The runes of the Immortal Slaying Curse were faintly visible within his body, seemingly about to be activated.

Jiang Chen snorted coldly.

"You dare to be so presumptuous with just a mere aura of menace!"

The roar of a dragon resounded in his mind.

How could the power of a true dragon be shaken by the resentment of these wandering ghosts?

The violent Yin energy, under the suppression of the dragon's might, instantly became docile and was swallowed whole by the remnant soul of the true dragon, refined into the purest extreme Yin power.

"puff--"

Jiang Chen abruptly withdrew his hand and patted Tang Tang on the back with his other hand.

Tangtang's body arched, and she opened her mouth to spit out a large mouthful of black blood clots.

The blood clot landed on the expensive carpet, making a sizzling, corrosive sound and emitting a puff of white smoke.

As she coughed up the black blood, the black aura under her skin quickly faded, and her breathing gradually became steady.

A trace of color returned to that alluring face.

Jiang Chen glanced at her and confirmed that she was no longer in mortal danger, but had simply fallen into a deep sleep from exhaustion.

He stood up, his arm still bearing the deep, bloody tooth mark.

Inside his body, things were in turmoil.

The Immortal-Slaying Curse was completely activated by that massive surge of Yin energy.

A tearing sensation, ten times more intense than before, emanated from the depths of his dantian.

Jiang Chen swayed slightly.

Without a moment's delay, he immediately sat cross-legged on the ground.

He must refine this power immediately, otherwise, he himself will also run into trouble.

The moment he closed his eyes, the "Formless Technique" started operating automatically.

Thick white smoke rose from above his head, enveloping his figure.

Just then, a wisp of almost transparent pink air wafted from the wound on his arm where Tang Tang had bitten him, overflowing from the corner of Tang Tang's mouth and flowing into Jiang Chen's body through the wound.

That was the refined and purified essence of the ghostly aura.

After entering Jiang Chen's body, the flow of energy did not wander aimlessly. Instead, as if guided by some force, it rushed straight towards the second shackle deep within his dantian, which was bound by numerous runes.