The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

All eyes were drawn to the doorway that had been violently broken open.

A man and a woman slowly walked in.

The man, dressed in cheap casual clothes, stood out starkly from the elegantly dressed women around him.

The woman was dressed in a black evening gown, with a bewitching appearance, but her demeanor carried a hint of awkwardness, as if she were new to this place. She held tightly to the man's arm.

It was Jiang Chen and Tang Tang.

"Brother, this door isn't very good quality. It's not even as sturdy as the iron door of the Shura Cage."

Guo Tianhao grinned maliciously.

He straightened up and stared at the uninvited guest at the door.

"Jiang Chen?"

"So you're that bastard with the fifty million bounty?"

"You choose the path to heaven but refuse to take it, while barging into the gates of hell when there are none!"

"I was just looking for you, and you've delivered yourself right to my doorstep!"

Guo Tianhao clapped his hands.

"Someone come here!"

"Chop him up and feed him to the dogs!"

At his command, dozens of burly men in black, who had been scattered throughout the banquet hall, stepped forward in unison.

They formed a crescent shape and slowly surrounded Jiang Chen.

These people are all elite fighters trained by the Haicheng Martial Arts Association. Each of them could open a martial arts school and take on disciples if they were outside.

The guests in the hall were so frightened that they retreated in fear, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.

"That's it, this kid's dead meat."

"Young Master Guo is serious now."

Jiang Chen didn't even glance at the approaching martial artists.

His gaze passed through the crowd and landed on the woman on the sofa, whose face was contorted in pain and whose body was trembling uncontrollably.

Xiao Ruoye.

It's her again.

A strange emotion flickered in Jiang Chen's eyes.

"superior!"

Guo Tianhao roared.

Dozens of martial artists roared and transformed into streaks of black shadows, rushing towards Jiang Chen from all directions.

The blades flashed, and the wind howled.

Standing next to Jiang Chen, Tang Tang turned pale with fright and instinctively closed her eyes.

However, the expected carnage did not occur.

Jiang Chen simply lifted his foot.

Then, he lightly stomped his foot on the marble floor.

"Thump."

A dull thud, not loud, yet like a heavy drumbeat striking everyone's heart.

A visible golden wave of energy emanated from the soles of his feet and swept outwards in all directions!

The dozens of fierce martial arts masters seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall the moment they came into contact with the golden energy wave.

The short swords in their hands broke into pieces.

Their bodies were sent flying backward at a faster speed than when they were charging towards them.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A series of sounds rang out as bodies slammed against walls, tables, and chairs.

Screams and the sound of bones breaking echoed throughout the room.

Less than three seconds.

Apart from Jiang Chen and Tang Tang, there was no one else standing in the entire hall.

Those once-arrogant martial arts association elites were now all lying on the ground, spitting blood and wailing incessantly, completely incapacitated.

The entire room fell silent.

All the guests stared wide-eyed, their breath caught in their throats.

What... what kind of method is this?

The smile on Guo Tianhao's face froze completely.

He looked at his subordinates rolling on the ground, then at Jiang Chen, who stood still, his clothes perfectly intact, and a chill ran from his feet to the top of his head.

"you……"

He had just uttered one word.

Jiang Chen's figure had already appeared in front of him.

Guo Tianhao didn't even see how he moved.

"The Haicheng Martial Arts Association, is this the kind of underhanded tactic they teach you?"

Jiang Chen's voice was calm, but it made Guo Tianhao feel as if he were being stared at by a prehistoric beast, and even moving his head became a luxury.

"The 'Golden Elixir' is quite interesting."

Jiang Chen's gaze swept over Xiao Ruoye, who was curled up in pain on the sofa.

"Unfortunately, it was used in the wrong place."

Guo Tianhao's face turned deathly pale when his biggest secret was exposed.

He clung to his last shred of dignity, shouting with a fierce but weak voice.

"You dare touch me?"

"My dad is Guo Zhenxiong, the president of the Haicheng Martial Arts Association!"

"In this Haicheng, the Guo family is the law!"

"Snapped!"

A crisp, loud slap.

Guo Tianhao was spun around twice after being slapped, and half of his face swelled up visibly, leaving a bright red five-finger mark on it.

"Now, who is in charge?"

Jiang Chen withdrew his hand, his tone tinged with amusement.

Guo Tianhao was stunned by the beating. He covered his face, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He actually got beaten up?

On his own turf, in front of all the celebrities of Haicheng, he was beaten by a convict.

Humiliation and anger caused him to lose his mind.

"I kill you!!"

He roared, pulled a fine silver pistol from his pocket, and pointed it at Jiang Chen's forehead.

Jiang Chen did not move.

He simply extended two fingers and clamped the barrel before Guo Tianhao could pull the trigger.

Then, twist it gently.

"Click..."

Under Guo Tianhao's horrified gaze, the pistol, made of special alloy, was twisted into a pretzel.

Jiang Chen casually tossed the scrap metal on the ground and didn't look at him again.

He turned around, walked to the sofa, and squatted down.

Xiao Ruoye's consciousness was already blurred, and the sharp Geng metal energy in her body went completely berserk, like countless small knives cutting wildly inside her body, every second was a torture of slow slicing.

She felt like she was going to die.

Just then, a warm hand was placed on her back.

A warm and domineering current, unlike anything she had ever felt before, instantly surged into her limbs and bones.

That warm current, like the early spring sun, shone on the frozen river surface.

The fierce, primal energy within her, powerful enough to tear her internal organs apart, became as docile as a flock of sheep before this warm current.

They were forcibly sorted and guided by this force, eventually slowly returning to calm and settling back into the depths of her meridians.

That deep, bone-chilling pain miraculously disappeared.

Instead, there was an unprecedented sense of comfort and tranquility.

Xiao Ruoye opened her eyes with difficulty.

Through her blurry, tear-filled eyes, she saw a broad back.

It's Jiang Chen.

It's him again.

The man she had been chasing time and again saved her life once more.

Her chest heaved violently, her heart filled with a mix of emotions—shock, gratitude, and above all, an indescribable complex.

Guo Tianhao was stunned by what he saw.

He watched helplessly as Jiang Chen calmed the potentially fatal surge of internal energy within Xiao Ruoye's body with just one hand.

What kind of divine power is this?

This has exceeded his understanding of martial arts!

He was afraid.

An unprecedented fear gripped his heart.

His legs gave way and he collapsed to the ground, crawling backward on his hands and feet, trying to escape this devil.

"Trying to leave?"

Jiang Chen stood up without turning his head.

He simply lifted his foot and gently stepped on Guo Tianhao's crawling hands.

"ah--!!!"

A piercing scream, inhuman in its sound, echoed throughout the entire Tianlong Pavilion.

Guo Tianhao's right hand, along with his five fingers, was crushed by Jiang Chen's foot, leaving it a bloody mess that stuck to the expensive carpet.

"roll."

Jiang Chen uttered a single word.

Guo Tianhao clutched his bloodied and mangled hand, writhing on the ground in agony, letting out wild howls like a wild beast.

Jiang Chen ignored him and walked straight to the door.

Tang Tang quickly caught up, and as she passed Guo Tianhao, she gave him a disdainful kick with her toe.

"With such limited skills, you dare to offer a bounty on my elder brother?"

Xiao Ruoye struggled to sit up from the sofa.

She watched Jiang Chen's retreating figure, her lips moving slightly.