The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

Jiang Chen smoked a cigarette, looking at the gold check nailed to the bluestone slab.

Jiang Zhongjing lay on the ground, his body trembling like a leaf in the autumn wind.

A tremendous noise came from overhead as propellers cut through the air.

A black helicopter without any markings hovered over the Jiang family mansion.

The strong wind whipped up dust and debris from the ground, making it impossible for people to open their eyes.

The cabin door opened, and a figure jumped down from a height of 100 meters.

The umbrella was not opened.

The figure adjusted its posture in mid-air, its feet pointing straight down, and its falling speed was astonishing.

"boom!"

With a loud thud, a figure landed on the ground.

The ground beneath his feet collapsed, creating a large pit three meters in diameter, with spiderweb-like cracks spreading outwards.

A powerful cyclone exploded outwards from him, sending all the rubble and debris flying.

Jiang Zhongjing was thrown several meters by the shockwave, and came to a stop right at the feet of the newcomer.

The newcomer was a middle-aged man around fifty years old, dressed in a sharp Zhongshan suit, with a stern face.

He didn't even glance at Jiang Zhongjing at his feet; his gaze was fixed directly on Jiang Chen in front of the ruins.

"Shen Ling, Kyoto Inspectorate."

The man spoke, his voice not loud, but it drowned out the roar of the helicopter.

"By secret order, we have come to interrogate Jiang Chen."

He pulled a palm-sized token from his pocket.

The token is made entirely of gold, with a ferocious five-clawed golden dragon coiled around it, and a blood-red character "监" (jian, meaning supervisor) engraved in the center.

"This is a secret order for surveillance; seeing this order is like seeing the ruler of the country."

Holding the token, Shen Ling's aura suddenly intensified.

"Jiang Chen, you have no respect for your elders, have harmed your own brothers, and have stirred up a bloodbath in Qincheng. Your crimes are heinous."

"I hereby order you to hand over all the cultivation techniques and manuals you possess, cripple your own cultivation, and return with me to the capital to kneel before the Emperor for trial!"

His voice carried an undeniable air of authority.

Jiang Zhongjing, as if grasping at a lifeline, scrambled to grab Shen Ling's leg.

"Lord Shen! You've finally arrived!"

"Quickly! Arrest this beast! Cut him to pieces!"

On the other side, the pile of broken bricks in the corner shifted slightly.

Ma Santong spat out a mouthful of blood and struggled to crawl out.

Most of the bones in his chest were broken, but he was still holding on to his last breath.

Upon seeing Shen Ling and the token in his hand, Ma Santong's face lit up with ecstasy.

"Lord Shen... Lord Shen! I am Ma Santong, the president of the Qincheng Martial Arts Association!"

"My senior brother is Vice President Wang of the Kyoto Martial Arts Association! Please, for President Wang's sake..."

Shen Ling didn't even lift his eyelids, and waved his hand back.

An invisible gust of wind swept by.

Ma Santong's words were stuck in his throat when he was slapped away again, crashing into another intact wall and falling completely still.

Shen Ling then lowered his head and kicked Jiang Zhongjing at his feet with the tip of his shoe, his tone full of disgust.

"A dog that can't be tamed dares to talk to me about face?"

"If it weren't for the powerful figure behind you speaking up, what do you think the Jiang family is?"

"I'm only protecting you today because you're still useful as a dog."

Jiang Zhongjing's expression froze.

The hope in his eyes turned into humiliation and fear.

It turns out that in the eyes of the big shots in Kyoto, he wasn't even considered a human being.

Jiang Chen stubbed out his cigarette.

He didn't even look at the so-called surveillance order; he simply strode towards Shen Ling.

step.

Two steps.

Shen Ling frowned, sensing that something was amiss.

The aura emanating from him, belonging to a Grandmaster at the Great Perfection of Internal Energy, vanished without a trace before Jiang Chen, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

Instead, an invisible and intangible pressure emanated from Jiang Chen, causing him to tremble in his heart.

"It seems that the dogs in Kyoto aren't very obedient either."

Jiang Chen stopped in his tracks, and a cluster of golden flame appeared out of thin air from his fingertips, lighting a new cigarette.

Shen Ling's pupils suddenly contracted.

True Qi transforms into fire!

This is a technique that only an old monster with cultivation far surpassing his could master!

"Playing tricks!"

Suppressing his shock, Shen Ling pushed all his strength to its limit.

"Break the Mystic Ice!"

He thrust both palms forward forcefully.

A visible white wave of cold air surged from his palm.

The water vapor in the air instantly condensed into ice crystals, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of white frost.

The chilling aura transformed into a ferocious ice tiger, which opened its massive jaws and lunged at Jiang Chen.

This was his most treasured technique, powerful enough to freeze the internal organs of a Grandmaster of Internal Energy.

Jiang Chen neither dodged nor avoided.

He didn't even make any extra movements.

He simply stretched out his right hand and plunged it into the frigid tide that was enough to crack steel.

"Click...click..."

The moment the cold air touched his arm, it not only did not cause any harm, but it also seemed to have encountered its nemesis, crumbling inch by inch.

Shen Ling watched helplessly as that hand passed through his proud Xuanbing True Qi, its five fingers spread wide, and grabbed his neck.

An irresistible force came.

Shen Ling's feet left the ground, and Jiang Chen lifted her into the air with one hand.

Breathing became difficult.

His internal energy seemed to be tightly gripped by an invisible hand, making it completely impossible to mobilize.

"Who...who are you...?"

Shen Ling's face turned a deep liver color from lack of oxygen, and he squeezed out a few words through his teeth with all his might.

Jiang Chen did not answer him.

He reached out with his other hand and pinched the gleaming gold surveillance order between two fingers.

Shen Ling's eyes widened in surprise.

He wanted to scream, to stop it.

That represents the supreme authority of Kyoto! It's his talisman!

Jiang Chen gently rubbed his fingers together.

"puff."

A soft sound.

The indestructible surveillance order, crafted from a special alloy, turned into a shower of golden powder at Jiang Chen's fingertips.

It scattered with a gust of wind.

Shen Ling's mind went blank.

He saw Jiang Chen's eyes.

Those eyes held no emotion, only indifference.

Jiang Chen extended his index finger and touched Shen Ling's lower abdomen.

That is the Qi Sea, the foundation of a martial artist's lifelong skill.

There was no loud noise.

Shen Ling felt as if something had exploded inside her body.

All his strength was instantly drained, and he collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud, slipping from Jiang Chen's grasp.

His cultivation at the peak of the Transformation Realm is now useless.

Jiang Chen withdrew his hand and looked around.

Outside the Jiang family mansion, thousands of people had gathered at some point.

The heads of the major families in Qin City, the underworld tycoons, and the martial artists who are drawn by the news.

They all saw what just happened.

He saw how the inspector from Kyoto was rendered useless by this young man, who crushed him like a chicken.

I saw how that token, representing supreme power, was reduced to dust.

Everyone's legs were trembling.

Jiang Chen exhaled a puff of smoke, his voice carrying far in the quiet night.

"Effective immediately, weapons are prohibited in Qincheng."

"When a master from outside the city enters, he must crawl on his knees for a hundred meters."

"Those who disobey will be executed."

The words fell.

Pfft!

In the crowd, it's unclear who was the first to kneel down.

Followed by.

Pfft!Pfft!Pfft!

The sound of kneeling down filled the air.

Thousands of people, a dark mass, knelt down in unison facing the ruins of the Jiang family.

They bowed their heads, their bodies trembling violently with fear.

"We obey the King of Qin's command!"

A loud shout rang out.

"We obey the King of Qin's command!"

The resounding response echoed through the sky like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down.

From this day forward, the landscape of Qincheng has changed.

Jiang Chen didn't look at the kneeling crowd anymore.

He walked up to Shen Ling, who was limp as a board, and squatted down.

Reaching out, he pulled a folded piece of parchment from the inner pocket of Shen Ling's expensive Zhongshan suit.

The parchment was covered with dense lines and markings drawn with cinnabar.

At the very top are two eye-catching large characters.

imperial capital.