The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

The ornate iron gate of the Jiang family mansion was wide open.

Jiang Chen, with a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his mouth and his hands in his pockets, strolled leisurely into the courtyard.

Passing through the front courtyard, three people sat under the old locust tree adorned with red prayer ribbons.

Jiang Zhongjing held a purple clay teapot in his hand, but the teapot, which he had nurtured for ten years, kept tapping against the edge of the teacup.

Li Youfang stood beside the wheelchair, her plump face contorted with a fierce yet cowardly expression.

Jiang Cheng, in his wheelchair, stared intently at Jiang Chen as he walked in, his eyes bloodshot.

"You dare to come back?"

Li Youfang was the first to scream, her voice like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"You beat your elder brother up like this, and you still dare to swagger into the Jiang family's door?"

Jiang Chen stopped and exhaled a smoke ring.

The smoke dissipated in the night, obscuring the expression in his eyes.

"This place will soon no longer belong to the Jiang family. What do I have to be afraid of going in here?"

Jiang Zhongjing slammed the purple clay teapot heavily onto the stone table.

Tea splashed out and scalded the back of his hand, but he didn't bother to wipe it off.

"You beast! I'm your father!"

"I shouldn't have adopted you in the first place. Even a dog knows to wag its tail, but you'll only bite and bite me!"

Jiang Zhongjing stood up, his finger trembling as he pointed at Jiang Chen's nose.

"Now that you're here, you're not leaving."

He turned around and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect towards the side hall.

"Vice President Ma, you must be laughing at me. This is that unfilial son."

The mahogany door to the side hall was pushed open.

A middle-aged man wearing a white training uniform came out.

He wore a pair of cloth shoes with thick soles, walking silently, his temples bulging high.

Ma Santong, Vice President of Qincheng Martial Arts Association.

It was also a pillar of stability that the Jiang family had paid a high price for.

Ma Santong, with his hands behind his back, swept his gaze over Jiang Chen, a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes.

These young men, whose bodies show no signs of true qi fluctuations, rely solely on brute force to wreak havoc in fights.

"Young man, if you're too ruthless, you'll shorten your lifespan."

Ma Santong stopped five meters in front of Jiang Chen, striking a pose befitting a grandmaster.

"Cut off your own arms, kneel down and kowtow to your parents to admit your mistakes, and I might let you crawl out alive."

Jiang Chen didn't even glance at him.

His gaze passed over Ma Santong and landed on the majestic building directly behind the compound.

That's the Jiang family's ancestral hall.

The ancestral tablets of the Jiang family are enshrined here, which is also the most important prestige project for Jiang Zhongjing.

Jiang Chen lifted his foot and continued walking forward.

It was as if Ma Santong didn't exist in front of him at all.

"court death!"

Ma Santong was enraged by this disregard.

He stomped his right foot hard on the ground and shot towards Jiang Chen like an arrow.

With a whistling sound, his right palm aimed straight for Jiang Chen's throat.

If this palm strike lands solidly, it will be able to shatter rocks and break iron without a doubt.

A pleased smile appeared on Jiang Zhongjing's face.

Li Youfang excitedly grabbed the armrests of the wheelchair.

"Kill him! Chairman Ma, kill this ingrate!"

Jiang Cheng made a strange "hehe" laugh from his wheelchair.

However, the next second.

All the sounds were stuck in his throat.

Jiang Chen didn't even take his hands out of his pockets.

He simply turned slightly to the side, his shoulder leaning forward as he did so.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Ma Santong was sent flying backward at an even faster speed than when he arrived.

He drew a straight line in the air and slammed heavily against the wall of the side hall.

The wall collapsed.

Ma Santong was embedded in the broken bricks like a painting, his chest caved in, and he fainted before he could even scream.

The courtyard was so quiet that the only sound could be the wind rustling through the locust tree leaves.

The purple clay teapot in Jiang Zhongjing's hand fell to the ground with a "crack" and shattered into pieces.

Jiang Chen did not stop walking.

He walked straight to the main hall with the golden plaque that read "Jiang Clan Ancestral Hall".

"What...what are you going to do?"

Jiang Zhongjing came to his senses, his voice becoming shrill with extreme terror.

That's the Jiang family's root!

If something happens to the ancestral hall, what face will he have left in front of his ancestors in Qincheng?

"Stop him! Stop him now!"

Li Youfang charged at the bodyguards like a madwoman.

But when those bodyguards saw Ma Santong embedded in the wall, who would dare to make a move?

Not only did they not move, but they all took several steps back in unison.

Jiang Chen stepped over the high threshold and stood in the center of the ancestral hall.

Hundreds of dark memorial tablets were arranged in a pyramid shape, looking down on him from above.

Incense sticks as thick as a child's arm were still burning on the altar, their smoke swirling around.

Jiang Zhongjing stumbled over, collapsed at the door, and clung tightly to the door frame.

"Jiang Chen! How dare you!"

"That's where our ancestors rest! If you dare to mess with that, may you be struck by lightning!"

Jiang Chen turned around and looked at the disheveled middle-aged man at the door.

"Ancestors?"

"Since your family is full of wicked men and women, committing all sorts of evil deeds, we might as well get rid of your ancestors."

Jiang Chen raised his right foot.

This kick wasn't aimed at anyone.

Instead, he stomped heavily on the bluestone slab in the very center of the ancestral hall.

"Boom—"

The earth was trembling.

This is not an adjective; it's a real earthquake.

The terrifying force traveled along the ground and instantly shattered the foundation of the entire ancestral hall.

Several thick, red-painted pillars, each as thick as a person's embrace, cracked under the weight.

The roof beams collapsed, and tiles flew off.

"No--!!!"

Amid Jiang Zhongjing's desperate roar.

The Jiang family ancestral hall, which had stood for a century, collapsed right before his eyes.

Smoke and dust rose everywhere.

Hundreds of ancestral tablets fell to the ground with a clatter.

Some broke in two, while others were smashed into wood chips.

Jiang Chen stood amidst the ruins, a roof beam that had fallen from above his head was pulverized into dust by his protective true energy just three inches above his head.

He casually stepped onto a memorial tablet inscribed with "Jiang's late father".

Grind the soles of your feet together forcefully.

The sound of wood cracking was more painful for Jiang Zhongjing than death.

"puff!"

Jiang Zhongjing felt a sharp pain in his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.

That was blood clots caused by being so angry.

"It's over...it's all over..."

Jiang Zhongjing's face was ashen, and he looked as if his spine had been removed.

Li Youfang was terrified and sat down on the ground with a thud, her skirt soaking wet.

Even Jiang Cheng, in his wheelchair, stopped laughing and his eyes finally showed real fear.

This man is truly capable of destroying everything the Jiang family has.

Jiang Chen emerged from the ruins, his clothes spotless.

He walked up to Jiang Zhongjing and reached into his pocket to pull out a gold card.

It was a special check he casually took from the Su family's vault, with a line of large characters written on it in red cinnabar pen.

Jiang Chen flicked his wrist.

The light piece of paper seemed to weigh a ton, spinning as it flew toward Jiang Zhongjing.

"Duh!"

The golden check was nailed to the bluestone slab in front of Jiang Zhongjing, penetrating three inches deep.

"Keep this breath."

Jiang Chen lowered his head and lit a second cigarette, the flame illuminating his cold, handsome profile.

"This shows the countdown to your Jiang family's bankruptcy."

"Watch closely, I will take back everything you stole, one by one."

"Including your lives."