The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

Jiang Chen shifted his gaze from the kneeling black dragon.

He looked towards the capital city, but the night sky was pitch black and he couldn't see anything.

"Your Majesty, the Jiang family has been wiped out."

The black dragon's voice broke the silence.

"Next stop, Beijing?"

Jiang Chen shook his head, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and crushed it out with his toe.

"No rush."

He uttered two words.

"Let's go back to Xiyuan first."

The Jun family has already laid out their trap; if he goes there now, it's like walking headlong into it.

More importantly, he needed to suppress the poison of destiny within his body, and the Formless Technique was also at a critical juncture for breakthrough.

Without asking any further questions, the black dragon transformed into a black shadow and disappeared into the thick fog.

……

Living room of Xiyuan Villa.

A strange smell of gunpowder filled the air.

Tang Tang was wearing an oversized men's T-shirt, her two pale legs were draped over the coffee table, and she was holding a bunch of freshly washed grapes, feeding them one by one to Jiang Chen.

"Brother, this is sweet, you should try it."

She smiled so broadly that her eyes crinkled, and she practically clung to Jiang Chen.

At the other end of the sofa, Su Jinyu sat upright, holding a cup of hot tea in her hands. The rising steam could not hide the coldness on her face.

Her custom-made business suit was completely out of place in this languid atmosphere.

Su Jinyu's gaze fell on Tang Tang's dangling feet, and her brows furrowed into a knot.

"Jiang Chen, I have something to talk to you about."

Her voice carried its usual cool and aloof quality.

"Could you please ask these shady characters around you to stay away for a bit?"

Tangtang stopped feeding grapes.

She tossed the bunch of grapes in her hand onto the table, sat up straight, and looked at Su Jinyu.

"I'm calling Ice Face a scoundrel, who are you calling indecent?"

"I'm the boss's number one underling. Who do you think you are, daring to tell me to back off?"

Su Jinyu put down her teacup with a soft sound.

"Who do you think I am?"

She stood up and looked down at Tang Tang.

"I am Jiang Chen's rightful fiancée and the head of the Su family."

"And you," she looked Tang Tang up and down, "a wild girl who hangs out on the streets and doesn't even know who her parents are. What do you think you are?"

Tang Tang's expression changed.

She hates it most when people mention her background.

"fiancée?"

Tang Tang suddenly laughed, a laugh that was somewhat eerie.

"If it weren't for my older brother saving you, you'd be an ice sculpture by now, a mere decorative vase!"

"you!"

Su Jinyu's composure completely crumbled at this moment.

A visible blue chill emanated from her body.

The wool carpet beneath her feet quickly condensed into a layer of white frost, which then spread outwards.

The temperature in the living room suddenly dropped.

"Want to make a move?"

Tang Tang stood up, and the nonchalant expression on her face disappeared.

Instead, it has become a strange allure.

Behind her, a blurry purple shadow appeared, like a swaying ghost.

Her pupils also turned a deep purple.

"You think I'm afraid of you!"

Two completely different atmospheres collided in the center of the living room.

On one side is extreme cold, freezing everything.

On one side is an extreme, sinister aura that devours the mind.

Fine cracks began to appear on the surface of the valuable rosewood furniture.

The enormous floor-to-ceiling window, which was supposed to be bulletproof, creaked under the weight of the load.

Neither woman was willing to back down, and they unleashed their full power without reservation.

On the second-floor corridor.

Jiang Chen leaned against the wall, his brows furrowed.

He could feel that the dormant Immortal-Slaying Curse within his body was becoming restless again due to the collision of these two special constitutions.

A destructive aura was coursing through his meridians.

He snorted coldly.

There were no unnecessary movements.

An indescribable pressure suddenly descended upon him.

That wasn't true qi, nor was it killing intent.

Rather, it is a suppression originating from the very top of life.

It was like a prehistoric beast opening its eyes, looking down at the ants beneath its feet.

In the living room.

The expressions on Su Jinyu's and Tang Tang's faces froze simultaneously.

The blue chill surrounding Su Jinyu seemed to be crushed by an invisible giant hand, instantly dissipating without a trace.

The purple phantom behind Tangtang let out a silent shriek, melting away like ice and snow under the scorching sun.

The two women felt as if two mountains were pressing down on their shoulders.

The force was so heavy that their bones groaned.

"thump!"

The two could no longer hold on and collapsed involuntarily onto the sofa.

His face was pale and his breathing was rapid.

They looked towards the stairwell, their eyes filled with horror.

Jiang Chen walked down step by step.

He didn't exude any imposing aura; he was just as lazy as usual.

But whoever his gaze falls upon feels as if their heart has been gripped by a hand.

Jiang Chen walked to the center of the living room and glanced at the two women.

"There's only one rule here."

His voice was flat.

"No internal strife allowed."

He paused for a moment, walked to the wine cabinet, and poured himself a glass of wine.

Then he turned around, looked at the two people who were too scared to move, and added the second half of his sentence.

"Anyone who disobeys will have to go to the Prison Realm to calm down."

Prison of the Boundaries.

These two words seem to possess some kind of magic.

Su Jinyu's body trembled.

Tang Tang buried her head even lower, not daring to look Jiang Chen in the eye.

They had all felt it just now; the power Jiang Chen released was no joke.

That was a power that could easily obliterate them.

The living room was eerily quiet.

The two women, who had been at loggerheads just moments before, now instinctively huddled together, as if that would give them a pitiful sense of security.

A Phoenix Body, the future Ice Queen.

A phantom being, the future ruler of the night.

Now, they sit side by side on the sofa like two elementary school students who have done something wrong, not daring to move.

Jiang Chen ignored them.

He took the parchment he had taken from Shen Ling out of his pocket and spread it out on the coffee table.

It was a map of the capital's defenses drawn with vermilion.

The area above is densely covered with lines and numerous markings.

There were troop deployments, martial arts strongholds, and even some array symbols he didn't recognize.

Jiang Chen's gaze swept across the map, finally locking onto a red mark in the center of the map where the dragon veins converged.