The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

With a wave of the black command flag held by the Ghost Hand Master, the air in the entire room became thick and sticky.

An indescribable stench, mixed with a chilling wind, surged in from all directions, causing the white mourning banners in the mourning hall to flutter wildly.

"Waaah—"

The sound wasn't like the wind; it sounded more like countless vengeful spirits weeping in my ear.

Su Changhe let out a strange cry, no longer caring about the dignity of the family head. He used both hands and feet to crawl under the Eight Immortals table next to him, his body trembling like a leaf.

Li Qiuyue was also terrified and turned pale, instinctively shielding Su Jinyu behind her.

Su Jinyu's face, which had just regained some color, turned deathly pale again. She could feel an even more sinister force than the cold energy within her body enveloping her.

Something even more terrifying happened.

Outside the door, the paper figures made for the memorial service all began to twist their stiff necks.

The black ink dots that were originally painted on in their eye sockets now glowed with two points of red light.

"Crunch... crunch..."

The sound of the paper figure's joints twisting sent chills down one's spine in the deathly silence.

They moved with eerie steps, rising from all corners and surrounding Jiang Chen and Su Jinyu.

"Hahaha!" Master Ghost Hand let out a laugh like an owl.

"Young man, this Hundred Ghosts Banner of mine has collected the vengeful spirits of forty-nine people who died violent deaths, each one brimming with resentment!"

"Today, I'll let you taste what it's like to have your soul devoured by a hundred demons!"

He waved the command flag in his hand once more.

Thick black mist emanated from dozens of paper figures, which gathered in mid-air to form a menacing black snake with a piercing hiss, lunging straight at Jiang Chen's face.

Su Zhen saw this scene from a short distance away, and the pain on his face was replaced by a triumphant twist.

He could almost see Jiang Chen being torn to pieces.

However, Jiang Chen just stood there, without moving an inch.

He didn't even look at the black serpent that pounced on him, but instead focused his gaze on Master Ghost Hand.

That look in his eyes was like he was looking at a clown.

"You dare call yourself a ghost in front of me with this little bit of stuff?"

Jiang Chen's voice clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

The true energy of the "Formless Technique" within his body rippled slightly.

An indescribable pressure emanated from him.

That wasn't the aura of a martial artist, but an absolute suppression originating from the level of life itself.

It was as if a true dragon had descended to earth, looking down upon the ants on the ground.

"roar--"

A deep, inhuman roar did not come from Jiang Chen's mouth, but resounded in everyone's heart.

The black serpent, which had pounced halfway, seemed to have its vital point seized, and struggled violently in the air, letting out a terrified shriek.

The Ghost Hand Master's smile froze on his face.

"What...what is this?"

He hadn't reacted yet.

Jiang Chen lifted his foot.

Then, he stomped down heavily.

"Kneel down!"

These two words, like a divine decree, carry an irresistible majesty.

"boom!"

A golden wave of energy suddenly spread outwards from the soles of Jiang Chen's feet.

Where the shockwave passed, the cold wind dissipated, and the stench vanished.

The black serpent in mid-air didn't even have time to utter a scream before it melted away without a trace, just like ice and snow under the scorching sun.

The paper figures that staggered towards them spontaneously combusted the moment they came into contact with the golden aura.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of paper figures turned into ashes on the ground.

"puff--"

Master Ghost Hand was struck dumb.

The Hundred Ghosts Banner in his hand let out a mournful cry, snapped in the middle with a "crack," and then exploded into countless fragments.

He coughed up a mouthful of black blood, his knees buckled, and his bones cracked under the strain.

He uncontrollably knelt heavily before Jiang Chen.

He tried to look up, but found a mountain-like force pressing down on his head, forcing him to remain in a kneeling position, unable to move even a finger.

"Who...who exactly are you?"

The voice of the Ghost Hand Master was filled with unprecedented terror.

His evil magic couldn't even last a second against his opponent.

He is a martial arts master. He is already at the pinnacle of combat power in the ordinary world.

Jiang Chen did not answer him, but strolled up to him and looked down at him.

"Using evil magic to harm people, that's your skill?"

"I..." Master Ghost Hand opened his mouth and spat out another mouthful of blood.

Jiang Chen extended a finger, his movements slow yet carrying a sense of oppressive destiny, and pointed it at the Ghost Hand Master's brow.

"Since you like playing with ghosts, then I'll send you down there so you can have some fun with them."

"No! No! Senior, spare me! Spare me!"

Master Ghost Hand finally broke down. He sensed the approach of death and frantically kowtowed, begging for mercy.

But he couldn't bring his head down to kowtow.

Jiang Chen's fingers finally landed on his brow.

There was no earth-shattering sound.

Master Ghost Hand's body convulsed violently, then deflated rapidly like a punctured balloon.

His cultivation, his proud foundation in evil arts, was completely destroyed by this one finger.

From then on, he was a useless person, even worse than an ordinary person.

"what!"

Su Zhen, who witnessed the whole thing, was terrified.

The Ghost Hand Master was a powerful backer he hired from southern Xinjiang at great expense; he was his biggest trump card.

Now, this trump card has been rendered useless, like an ant being crushed.

He could no longer care about the pain on his face and the injuries on his body, and crawled out of the villa using both his hands and feet.

"Run? Did I say you could run?"

Jiang Chen's voice sounded behind him.

Su Zhen shuddered in fright and climbed even faster.

"Jiang Chen! Don't be so smug!"

As he climbed, he turned back and roared, his voice a mix of bravado and cowardice.

"Let me tell you! That bitch Su Jinyu, and the Xiyuan project, we, the eldest son's family, want them all!"

"And you! You just wait! The eldest branch of the Su family will never let you get away with this!"

Jiang Chen watched him scramble and disappear through the door in a disheveled state, but did not chase after him.

He's just a clown, easily crushed.

He turned around and looked at the three people from the second branch of the Su family.

Su Changhe was still hiding under the table, only his horrified eyes showing.

Li Qiuyue stared wide-eyed at the ashes on the ground, then at the limp Ghost Hand Master, and finally at the unharmed Jiang Chen, her mind completely blank.

Su Jinyu leaned against the wall, barely managing to stand.

She stared at Jiang Chen's retreating figure, her expression incredibly complex.

A convict? A charlatan?

No.

The man before them could shatter evil magic with every gesture, like a god or demon.

This was completely beyond her comprehension.

She was about to say something.

"Well……"

An indescribable chill suddenly erupted from deep within her lower abdomen.

This chill was more intense than ever before, like countless ice needles piercing her limbs, bones, and internal organs.

"It's so...so cold..."

Su Jinyu's voice trembled, and her lips quickly turned bluish-purple.

A layer of white frost, visible to the naked eye, condensed rapidly on her eyebrows and the ends of her hair.

"Jinyu! What's wrong with you!"

Li Qiuyue cried out in surprise and helped her up.

Upon touching it, there was an icy chill, as if one were touching not human skin, but a piece of ancient ice.

Su Jinyu's body trembled violently, and finally her legs gave way, and she collapsed into Li Qiuyue's arms, losing consciousness.

The entire room was thrown into chaos once again because of this unexpected turn of events.

Only Jiang Chen remained calm.

He looked up and glanced at the European-style wall clock.

The hour, minute, and second hands coincided exactly at the twelve o'clock position.

It's midnight.

Jiang Chen's voice rang out in the chaotic room, devoid of any emotion.

"I told you, you wouldn't make it through the night without me."

"The backlash from the awakening of the Ice Phoenix Body has arrived."