The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

Jiang Chen frowned as he looked at Tang Tang, who was covered in blood and lunging at him with her arms outstretched.

An invisible wall of energy blocked her way.

Tangtang slammed her head against the air wall, her nose turning red, and bounced backward onto the carpet.

"Big brother!" she cried, covering her nose, feeling wronged. "I helped you with the work, and you didn't even give me a hug?"

Jiang Chen pointed to the bathroom upstairs.

"Wash it clean."

His voice was flat.

Tangtang pouted and reluctantly got up from the ground.

She walked to the coffee table and slammed a piece of paper, mostly soaked in blood, onto it.

"This was found on the last guy; it looks like some kind of list."

After saying that, she walked towards the bathroom, turning back every few steps.

Jiang Chen picked up the sticky paper, a small cluster of golden flames igniting at his fingertips, instantly evaporating the bloodstains on it.

The paper listed more than a dozen names.

The remaining elders of the Qincheng Martial Arts Association, martial arts masters worshipped by several second-rate families, and some assassins previously kept by the Jiang family.

Below the list, an address was drawn with a vermilion pen.

Northern suburbs, abandoned steel plant No. 3.

Jiang Chen threw the piece of paper into the ashtray and watched it turn to ashes.

He picked up his coat and walked towards the door.

"Big brother, where are you going? Wait for me!"

Tangtang's urgent shouts came from the bathroom, accompanied by the sound of rushing water.

"I'm going to kill someone."

Jiang Chen didn't turn around, pushed open the door and walked into the rain.

……

The northern suburbs of Qincheng.

The torrential rain lashed against the rusty iron walls of the abandoned steel factory, producing a dull thud.

A taxi was parked at the end of a muddy dirt road.

Jiang Chen paid the fare and got out of the car, opening a black umbrella.

He walked step by step toward the factory that lay like a steel behemoth in the darkness.

The rain fell on him, but when it came within three feet of his body, it was bounced off by an invisible force, leaving the umbrella surface empty, as if he were walking in a rainless world.

The factory's massive iron gate was wide open, revealing a pitch-black interior, like a gaping maw ready to devour its inhabitants.

Jiang Chen folded his umbrella, tossed it aside by the door, and stepped inside.

"Boom!"

The moment he stepped inside, the heavy iron gate behind him slammed shut, completely cutting off the last rays of light and the sound of rain from outside.

Inside the factory, one after another, blood-red emergency lights lit up.

Nine figures stood in the center of the empty factory.

They were dressed in uniform black outfits, their faces expressionless, and they exuded a strong aura of death and blood. Each of them was a master of internal energy cultivation.

On the high control panel, an elderly man dressed in a butler's uniform stood there, his face contorted violently by the effects of the drugs, his eyes bloodshot, looking like a madman.

It was none other than Uncle Fu, the loyal old steward of the Jiang family.

"Jiang Chen!"

Uncle Fu's voice was hoarse, filled with deep-seated hatred.

"You destroyed the Jiang family ancestral hall, broke the eldest young master's leg, and drove the master and his wives into a desperate situation! You beast!"

"Today, I will use your blood to pay tribute to the ancestors of the Jiang family!"

He raised his hands high and roared wildly.

"Activate the formation!"

At his command, the nine assassins simultaneously drew out a thick golden chain from behind their backs.

The chains were engraved with scarlet runes, soaked in black dog blood and countless vengeful spirits, and exuded an extremely oppressive evil aura.

It is the "Dragon-Binding Golden Lock" specifically designed to suppress the destiny of dragon veins.

Nine chains intersected in the air, radiating a brilliant crimson light, forming a massive net that completely enveloped Jiang Chen.

A heavy, mountain-like pressure pressed in from all directions, seemingly about to crush his bones.

"Release the arrows!"

Uncle Fu waved again.

Suddenly, over a hundred archers wielding powerful crossbows emerged from the shadows surrounding the factory, their dark arrows aimed directly at Jiang Chen at the center of the formation.

"The dog the Jiang family keeps barks quite loudly."

Jiang Chen stood still, not even glancing at the chains and crossbow bolts.

He took out a cigarette and lit it.

"Unfortunately, all it can do is make noise."

The voice just fell.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

Hundreds of crossbow bolts coated with deadly poison pierced the air, their shrill cries echoing through the air.

The rain of arrows instantly covered the area where Jiang Chen was located.

"Jingle bells!"

A series of crisp metallic clanging sounds rang out.

Those crossbow bolts, powerful enough to pierce steel plates, seemed to hit an invisible wall when they came within a foot of Jiang Chen's body. The arrowheads twisted, the shafts broke, and they fell helplessly to the ground.

From beginning to end, Jiang Chen's protective aura remained completely still.

Uncle Fu, standing on the high platform, froze, his madness gone.

For the first time, those nine master-level assassins showed shock in their eyes.

"Is that all the show of force?"

Jiang Chen took a drag of his cigarette, and the smoke rings he exhaled slowly rose in the crimson light.

"It's my turn."

He moved.

His figure left a blurry afterimage in place.

Alarm bells rang in the hearts of the nine grandmasters. They immediately unleashed their full power, wielding the Dragon-Binding Golden Locks, and with a whooshing sound that tore through the air, they attacked Jiang Chen from nine different directions.

Jiang Chen advanced instead of retreating.

He raised his right hand and pointed his fingers like a knife.

A vast amount of formless true energy gathered in his palm, transforming into a five-foot-long golden energy blade.

"cut."

He uttered a single word and casually swung his arm forward.

A crescent-shaped golden blade of light swept out.

The nine indestructible dragon-binding golden locks, made of a special alloy, were sliced ​​in two the instant they came into contact with the golden blade of light, like a hot knife through butter.

"puff--"

The nine grandmasters were struck as if by lightning, spitting out a mouthful of blood as their bodies flew backward and crashed heavily into the wall in the distance, losing all sound.

one move.

Instantly defeated nine grandmasters.

The entire factory fell into a deathly silence.

All that remained was Uncle Fu's heavy breathing.

Looking at the dismembered limbs and broken chains scattered on the ground, the madness in his eyes was finally replaced by endless fear.

"No...it's impossible..."

He muttered to himself, his body trembling violently.

He suddenly remembered something and lunged at a red button on the control panel like a madman.

That was the detonator for the explosives connected to the underground of the entire factory!

"I want us both dead!"

His finger was about to press down.

A hand appeared out of thin air and gently rested on the back of his hand.

Uncle Fu's body stiffened.

He slowly turned his head and saw Jiang Chen's face so close to his.

"Want to die?" Jiang Chen's tone was calm. "Did I give you permission?"

Bring your five fingers together.

The hand that was resting on the back of Uncle Fu's hand gripped his head like an iron clamp.

"ah--!"

Uncle Fu let out a scream that sounded inhuman.

The domineering true dragon energy surged into his body, shattering his meridians and bones.

The violent energy within him, stimulated by the secret medicine, was forcibly expelled from his body, turning into a cloud of black mist and dissipating.

Jiang Chen released his grip.

Uncle Fu lay limp on the ground like a lump of mud, bleeding from all seven orifices, and died completely.

Jiang Chen shook his hand as if it had been stained with something dirty.

He turned around and walked back towards the factory gate.

"boom!"

He kicked the tightly closed iron gate open, sending it flying more than ten meters away.

The torrential rain, mixed with the strong wind, poured in.

Outside the factory, on a muddy open space.

A dozen or so figures rushed out; they were the few remaining heads of powerful families in Qin City.

They saw everything that just happened clearly through the hidden cameras.

At this moment, there was no trace of schadenfreude left on their faces.

"thump!"

"thump!"

A dozen or so people knelt down in the mud and water in the pouring rain, kowtowing desperately to Jiang Chen as he walked out of the factory.

"Mr. Jiang, spare my life!"

"We were blind and foolish, offending the Emperor's authority. We beg Mr. Jiang to grant us a way out!"

Pleading and crying mingled with the sound of rain.

Jiang Chen walked up to them, looking down at these usually high-ranking figures who now resembled stray dogs.

"A way out? Sure."

He spoke.

The heads of the families kneeling on the ground wore expressions of ecstatic joy at surviving a calamity.

"Offer your life essence and blood to establish a soul-suppressing blood pact."

Jiang Chen's voice, in the rainy night, was like a divine judgment.

"From now on, I'm in charge of Qincheng."

The expressions of the family heads froze.

Once the Soul-Suppressing Blood Pact is established, their life, death, honor, and disgrace will all be in Jiang Chen's hands.

This is worse than killing them.

But looking into Jiang Chen's emotionless eyes, no one dared to say a word of "no".

The head of the Zhang family, who was at the forefront, gritted his teeth, raised his hand first, and slapped his forehead with all his might.

A drop of crimson blood, emitting a faint glow, was forced out from between his eyebrows.

Seeing this, the others could only do as they were told in despair.

A dozen or so drops of their life essence, representing the very source of their blood, slowly floated up and hovered in the rain curtain in front of Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen looked at the drops of blood essence floating in the air, but did not collect them immediately.

He raised his head, his gaze passing over the kneeling figures and looking toward the highway leading north.

Rainwater soaked his hair, which slid down his sharply defined jawline.

He spoke softly, as if talking to himself.

"Qincheng is still too small."

Those family heads kneeling on the ground heard these words.

Their hearts, like the rain, sank to an even deeper abyss.