The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

The main hall of the Haicheng Martial Arts Association, the elegant study in the backyard.

The doctor threw the blood-soaked gauze into the tray, took off his gloves, and shook his head at the right hand that had become mangled flesh.

"It's beyond cure."

"The bones were shattered into pieces, and the meridians were severed. Even a god couldn't put them back together."

Guo Tianhao, lying on the bed, let out a mournful howl.

He gripped the bedsheet tightly with his remaining good hand, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

"Dad! Kill him! I'm going to kill him!"

"My hands are ruined... I'm a cripple!"

"I'm not reconciled! I want to tear him to pieces!"

Guo Zhenxiong stood by the bed, his face pale.

He looked at his son's hand, which was wrapped up like a rice dumpling, and the muscles at the corner of his eye twitched violently.

That was his only son, the future hope of the Guo family, and now he's been crippled in front of all the celebrities of Haicheng.

"Snapped!"

Guo Zhenxiong suddenly raised his hand and slapped the rosewood table next to him.

The solid wood tabletop cracked instantly, scattering wood chips everywhere.

The doctors and nurses inside the room trembled with fright and lowered their heads, not daring to make a sound.

"Stop howling."

Guo Zhenxiong squeezed out three words through gritted teeth.

Guo Tianhao's wailing stopped abruptly. He looked at his father's bloodshot eyes and shrank back in fear.

"Lie here."

Guo Zhenxiong turned around and strode out.

"Since it's useless, then let's use that Jiang guy's head to bury your hand."

Outside the door, four elderly men dressed in Tang suits had been waiting for a long time.

These are the four elders of the Haicheng Martial Arts Association, and also the Guo family's trump card. When the four of them join forces, they can fight against a grandmaster.

"President."

The four men clasped their hands in a fist salute.

Guo Zhenxiong unbuttoned his collar, revealing the bulging veins on his neck.

"Seal off all entrances and exits to Haicheng."

"Not even a fly is allowed to leave the train station, airport, or dock."

"Also, mobilize all the disciples of the association to surround Tianlong Pavilion."

The elder raised his head, a ruthless glint flashing in his cloudy eyes.

"President, that kid hasn't left yet?"

"They didn't leave."

Guo Zhenxiong's lips twitched slightly, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth.

"The intelligence says he's on the top floor of Tianlong Pavilion."

"Very good."

"If you don't want to leave, then never leave."

……

Tianlong Pavilion, rooftop terrace.

The night wind was strong, making Tang Tang's suit jacket flutter loudly.

She leaned on the white marble railing, glanced down, and then couldn't help but pull her head back.

The area below was packed with people.

Hundreds of disciples dressed in martial arts association training uniforms, carrying machetes and iron rods, surrounded the entire building.

The main lights illuminated the open space below as bright as day.

"Brother, this scene is much bigger than the Shura Cage."

Tangtang patted her chest and turned to look behind her.

Jiang Chen sat on a stone bench, a freshly lit cigarette between his fingers.

The smoke dissipated quickly in the wind.

"What's the use of having a lot of people?"

Jiang Chen exhaled a smoke ring and stood up.

He walked to the railing and glanced down at the crowd below, who were shouting and threatening to rush up.

A large number of ants can indeed kill an elephant.

But that's the object.

To a dragon, no matter how many ants there are, it's just a matter of one kick.

"Jiang Chen! Get down here and face your death!"

Downstairs, a minor leader was shouting through a megaphone.

"Dare to hurt Young Master Guo? Even if the Heavenly King himself came, he couldn't save you today!"

"Chairman Guo will be here soon. If you kneel down and kowtow now, you might still be allowed to die a complete death!"

Jiang Chen reached out and rubbed his ear.

"It's noisy."

He flicked the cigarette butt from his hand.

The Mars streaked across the sky in a red line, plummeting straight toward the leader who had shouted the order.

"what!"

The gang leader, clutching his blister-covered forehead, screamed and dropped the megaphone.

A commotion broke out in the crowd, and more people raised their weapons, shouting and cursing.

Jiang Chen turned around and his gaze fell on the huge white marble screen wall in the center of the terrace.

This screen wall was transported from the capital by the Guo family at great expense. It is engraved with four large gilded characters, "武运昌隆" (meaning "May your military prowess flourish"), and is a symbol of the Guo family's power in Haicheng.

"Your handwriting is terrible."

Jiang Chen made a comment.

He raised his right hand, bringing his index and middle fingers together.

The dormant true energy within his body began to surge, converging along his meridians to his fingertips.

"Big brother, what are you doing?"

Tangtang curiously leaned closer.

"Keep this as a souvenir."

As Jiang Chen spoke, he pointed his finger at the incredibly hard piece of white marble.

"laugh--"

A screeching sound rang out, like a red-hot iron rod being plunged into tofu.

Jiang Chen's fingers did not touch the stone wall, but from a distance of half a foot, the energy he exhaled from his fingertips was as substantial as a carving knife.

Stone dust fell in a soft patter.

With the first stroke, a terrifying pressure instantly emanated from the stone wall.

The hundreds of disciples who were shouting downstairs suddenly felt a tightness in their chests, as if they had been hit hard with a sledgehammer.

"What happened?"

"My chest feels so tight..."

"puff!"

Several disciples who were nearby coughed up blood and collapsed to their knees.

Jiang Chen's fingers moved through the air with fluid grace, carrying an ancient and desolate charm.

With each stroke, a loud popping sound echoed in the air.

"Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!"

Stone chips flew everywhere, some even like bullets, shooting into the nearby concrete pillars.

Looking at Jiang Chen's back, Tang Tang felt that her older brother was incredibly majestic at that moment.

The final stroke was made.

Jiang Chen withdrew his hand and stood with his hands behind his back.

The screen wall that originally bore the inscription "May your military prowess flourish" has been smoothed out and replaced with four large characters that penetrate three-tenths of an inch into the stone.

The handwriting was bold and vigorous, exuding a murderous intent that seemed to pierce the heavens.

"Let's go."

Jiang Chen didn't even glance at it again, and turned to walk towards the fire escape on the other side of the terrace.

"Guo Zhenxiong should be arriving soon. I hope he likes this gift."

Tangtang quickly followed, and as she passed the screen wall, she couldn't help but glance at it again.

With just one glance, she felt a sharp pain in her eyes, and tears welled up in her eyes. Startled, she quickly turned her head away.

Five minutes later.

Several black bulletproof cars roared into Tianlong Pavilion Square, smashing through the gate railings.

Before the car had even come to a complete stop, Guo Zhenxiong pushed open the door and jumped out.

Where are they?!

He yelled at the petty leader who was covering his head.

"On...above..."

The junior leader pointed tremblingly to the rooftop.

Guo Zhenxiong looked up, pushed off with his feet, and leaped up like a bird, stepping on the air conditioner units on the exterior of the building. In a few leaps, he rushed to the rooftop terrace.

The four elders followed closely behind.

The terrace was empty, with only a little warmth remaining on the stone bench.

"They ran away?"

Guo Zhenxiong's forehead veins throbbed.

He turned around abruptly, about to order a pursuit, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the white marble screen wall.

His body suddenly stiffened.

The four elders followed his gaze and then gasped in unison.

Under the moonlight, the four large characters looked particularly glaring.

The Guo family should be destroyed.

The edges of each character's strokes are as smooth as a mirror, yet they exude a chilling sharpness.

The elder took a step forward, wanting to reach out and touch it.

"Don't move!"

Guo Zhenxiong shouted loudly.

But it was too late.

The moment the elder's finger approached the writing by three inches, a burst of residual energy suddenly erupted.

"Bang!"

The elder groaned, and was thrown back three steps, his fingertips were cut and bleeding profusely.

"this……"

The elder looked at the blood on his fingertip, his face filled with utter horror.

"The force left its mark, the energy lingered... Is this the peak of the Transformation Realm? Or... a Grandmaster?"

Guo Zhenxiong remained silent.

He stared intently at those four characters, from the first stroke of the character "郭" to the last stroke of the character "灭".

That was blatant humiliation.

It was also an undisguised declaration of war.

If Jiang Chen isn't killed, the Guo family will become the laughingstock of the entire Haicheng after sunrise tomorrow.

"it is good."

"Very good."

Guo Zhenxiong was so angry that he laughed instead.

He walked to the stone lion by the terrace, a solid granite sculpture weighing several hundred kilograms.

He reached out a hand and grabbed the stone lion's head.

Use all five fingers to exert force.

"Snap!"

The hard granite in his hands was like a crisp cookie, instantly covered with cracks, and finally exploded into powder.

He turned around and looked at the four elders, his eyes bloodshot, like a wild beast ready to devour its prey.

"Issue a kill order."

"Whether it's the underworld or the legitimate world, whether it's an assassin or a mercenary."

"Whoever brings me Jiang Chen's head will receive half of the Guo family's fortune."

"I want him dead."

"I'll die tonight!"