The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

The heavy rain is still falling.

Raindrops pounded on the metal roof of the phone booth, making a dense, crisp sound.

Jiang Chen placed his palm on Xiao Ruoye's back.

That pure Yang energy belonging to the "Formless Technique" was forcefully rushing into her meridians.

Xiao Ruoye's body was trembling violently.

She was already frozen stiff, but now a ball of fire suddenly appeared inside her.

The sensation of alternating hot and cold made her instinctively want to find a source of heat.

She clung tightly to Jiang Chen's waist, wishing she could burrow into his arms.

Her face was pressed against Jiang Chen's chest, her hot breath spraying onto Jiang Chen's skin through his soaked clothes.

"trouble."

Jiang Chen looked down at her.

This woman's Geng metal energy had already begun to devour her heart; if she had arrived a few minutes later, Xiao Ruoye would no longer exist.

He put one arm around Xiao Ruoye's waist, lifted her up, and turned to walk into the stone pavilion next to him that was used to take shelter from the rain.

The phone booth was too small to operate effectively.

As soon as I stepped into the pavilion, several blinding beams of light tore through the rain.

Several SUVs roared onto the sidewalk, their screeching brakes piercing the air.

The car door opened.

Ten men dressed in black training uniforms jumped out of the car.

They carried identical long steel swords, their blades gleaming from the rain.

Without pausing, the group dispersed in a fan shape, blocking the pavilion's only exit.

The leader was bald, with a tiger tattooed on his left cheek.

Crippled Tiger.

Guo Zhenxiong, one of the Four Great Vajras of Haicheng Martial Arts Association, wields the fastest knife.

He wiped the rain off his face, his triangular eyes fixed on Jiang Chen in the pavilion.

"I only wanted to find a young woman surnamed Xiao, but good things come in pairs, and that little bastard surnamed Jiang is here too."

Canhu slung his knife over his shoulder, took a step forward, and splashed the puddles high into the air.

"Hey, Jiang, the chairman has spoken. Tonight, your head will be used to pay for the young master's hand."

Jiang Chen didn't have time to pay attention to him.

He sat on the stone bench, with Xiao Ruoye straddling his lap, her hands still tightly gripping his neck.

Jiang Chen's right hand was still wandering over her back, guiding the chaotic energy back into its proper place.

"Don't move."

Jiang Chen patted Xiao Ruoye's butt.

Xiao Ruoye snorted and rubbed her head against his neck, not letting go but hugging him even tighter.

To Canhu, this scene was nothing short of blatant humiliation.

Hundreds of brothers were searching the entire city, and the chairman was so angry at home that he smashed things.

And this guy is flirting with a policewoman here?

"Grass!"

Canhu's face twisted instantly.

"Still indulging in pleasure even when death is imminent?"

"Get them! Chop the men up, and take the women back to help the young master relieve his pent-up desire!"

He gave the order.

The nine martial arts masters around them moved at the same time.

They were all highly skilled practitioners with mastered internal strength, and their explosive power underfoot was immense, shattering the stone bricks on the ground.

Ten long swords sealed off all space in all directions.

The blade ripped through the rain, emitting a sickening whistle.

Even a steel plate would be chopped into scrap metal by now.

Jiang Chen didn't even lift his eyelids.

His left hand was still around Xiao Ruoye's waist to prevent her from slipping down.

Until those blades were within three feet of him.

"roll."

Jiang Chen uttered a single word.

He casually stepped on the puddle with his right foot.

"Bang!"

The accumulated water burst open.

The originally weak and powerless rain was infused with terrifying true energy at this moment.

Countless water droplets stretched out in the air, transforming into a dense array of transparent arrows.

"Puff puff puff puff—"

A series of dull, piercing sounds rang out.

The ten assassins at the forefront suddenly froze.

Immediately following was the sound of bones cracking.

Puffs of blood erupted from their knees.

The water droplets not only pierced through their protective energy, but also directly shattered their kneecaps.

"ah--!!"

The screams instantly drowned out the sound of the rain.

The ten experts who had been so menacing just moments before were now kneeling neatly on the ground.

The long sword in his hand clattered to the ground.

They clutched their broken knees and rolled around frantically in the mud.

The crippled tiger was a little further away, and only one of its kneecaps was pierced.

He knelt on one knee, his facial muscles twitching, his eyes filled with terror.

Can water droplets hurt people?

Is this something a human being could do?

Grandmaster!

He's definitely a grandmaster!

Canhu wanted to open his mouth to beg for mercy or shout for help.

But he found that he couldn't make a sound.

An invisible pressure emanated from the man sitting on the stone bench.

Jiang Chen raised his free right hand.

Palms down.

Press down.

"Kneel properly."

Those two simple words sounded like two mountains crashing down on Canhu's shoulders.

"Snap!"

The remaining good leg of the crippled tiger was completely broken.

He was forcefully pressed into the mud by this terrifying aura.

At that moment, all the internal organs shifted.

"Boom—"

The long-neglected stone pavilion was simply unable to withstand the leaking pressure of the true dragon's might.

The four stone pillars were covered with dense cracks.

The roof collapsed with a loud crash.

Smoke and dust billowed, and gravel flew everywhere.

The crippled tiger lay on the ground, blood and foam continuously gushing from its mouth.

He struggled to lift his head.

The man was nowhere to be found in the ruins.

On the ground, there were ten more bottomless, human-shaped craters.

Those once arrogant martial arts association elites are now all stuck in the pit, their fate unknown.

It's still raining.

The cold rain washed over Canhu's face, but it couldn't wash away the chill in his bones.

He shakily pulled the mud-covered walkie-talkie from his pocket.

My fingers were shaking so badly I couldn't even press the keys correctly.

It took quite a while before I finally pressed the call button.

"Sizzle... sizzle..."

After the static faded, Guo Zhenxiong's somber voice came through.

"Have they caught him?"

The crippled tiger opened its mouth, and a mouthful of foul blood spurted out first.

He used his last bit of strength to scream into the walkie-talkie.

"President... the information is incorrect..."

"That was... a monster..."

"Quickly, please... summon the old master... to come down from the mountain..."