The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

The black stone beneath Jiang Chen's fingertips vibrated at an increasingly faster frequency.

He put the stone back into his pocket, ignoring Xiao Ruoye's probing gaze.

The train's rhythm began to change.

It was no longer that familiar "clang" sound, but a dull, drawn-out friction sound.

Outside the car window, it was still pitch black.

"How long have we been in the tunnel?"

Xiao Ruoye finally couldn't help but speak, glancing at the tactical watch on her wrist.

"It's been forty minutes."

Her voice was a little hoarse.

"Even the longest tunnel in China can be traversed in just twenty minutes."

The train conductor appeared at the connection between the carriages at some point, a stiff smile on his face.

"Mr. Jiang, Consultant Xiao, this is the special acceleration track of the special train, in order to get you to the capital as soon as possible."

Please relax and enjoy your trip.

After he finished speaking, he bowed deeply, turned around, and retreated to the next carriage.

Xiao Ruoye's brows furrowed even more.

She always felt that the train conductor's smile was like a mask pasted on his face.

"Don't you think this car is going too fast?"

She looked at Jiang Chen.

It's so fast it's beyond the realm of physics.

The interior of the carriage was as stable as flat ground, but the Geng metal energy within her body was frantically warning her that the speed outside had exceeded a certain critical point.

Jiang Chen didn't speak, but simply raised his eyes and looked out the car window.

Xiao Ruoye followed his gaze.

Something flashed by against that pitch-black background.

It's red.

Like blood.

"There's something outside!"

Xiao Ruoye suddenly stood up and pressed herself against the window.

She channeled the sharp, metallic energy within her body, focusing it into her eyes.

My gaze pierced through the thick car window glass.

She saw it.

The outer wall of the speeding train was covered with dense red runes.

The runes seemed to be alive, slowly wriggling on the metal shell, outlining a huge and eerie array that enveloped the entire train carriage.

A chilling aura seeped in through the cracks in the car window.

"This is... the Yin-Yang Dragon Trapping Formation!"

Xiao Ruo... Ye stammered, instinctively taking two steps back.

She comes from a martial arts family in Beijing. Although she specializes in combat and firearms, she has heard her elders mention this ancient evil formation.

This formation can isolate Yin and Yang, creating its own space, and is specifically designed to trap and kill powerful individuals who possess the fortune of the dragon vein.

"It seems some people can't wait any longer."

Jiang Chen's voice remained calm, and he even lit a cigarette for himself.

The moment he finished speaking.

"Sizzle—"

The lights in the entire carriage flickered violently a few times before going out completely.

The emergency lights did not turn on.

The carriage was plunged into complete darkness.

"Click."

"Click-clack..."

A sickening, bone-twisting sound came from all directions of the carriage.

Xiao Ruoye felt a chill run down her spine. She reached for her sidearm at her waist, but found nothing.

She then remembered that she had been suspended from her job.

In the darkness, the cigarette butt on Jiang Chen's fingertip was the only source of light.

He took a drag of his cigarette, and a spark ignited.

The faint light illuminated the face closest to him.

That was originally a drowsy middle-aged passenger.

At this moment, his head was turned at an odd 180-degree angle, facing Jiang Chen directly.

His eyes had no pupils, only two empty black holes.

The skin on his face looked like it had been forcibly glued on, with the edges curled up, revealing the wood-like texture underneath.

It wasn't just him.

All the seemingly normal "passengers" in the carriage suddenly came to life.

They stiffly turned their bodies, making the sound of puppet joints rubbing together, and gradually surrounded them.

"boom!"

A loud bang came from the top of the carriage.

The thick steel plate was violently torn open, and more than a dozen figures wearing masks of blue-faced, fanged demons leaped out of the hole.

The long swords in their hands gleamed with an eerie green light in the darkness; it was "corpse-dissolving water" that could dissolve the protective aura of the body.

"The Ghost Guards of the Han Family."

Jiang Chen exhaled a smoke ring and recognized where these people came from.

A second-rate family in the capital, known for raising assassins and researching poison techniques.

It seems the Jun family has more than one dog.

One of the ghost guards was the fastest, landing silently, his long sword transforming into a streak of green light as he stabbed straight at Jiang Chen's throat.

Xiao Ruoye's heart leaped into her throat.

Just as the tip of the knife was about to touch Jiang Chen's skin...

A towering figure appeared out of nowhere and blocked Jiang Chen's path.

It's a black dragon.

He had somehow gotten on the train too.

"court death!"

The black dragon let out a low growl.

He didn't even use a weapon; he simply stretched out his fist, as big as a clay pot, and smashed it against the blade.

"Clang!"

The fine steel longsword snapped in two with a snap.

The black dragon's hand continued its momentum, grabbing the ghost guard's head.

Use all five fingers to exert force.

"Pfft!"

It's like crushing a watermelon.

Red and white things were splattered all over the ground.

"roar!"

Black Dragon ripped off his already taut suit jacket, revealing his explosive muscles underneath, as if cast from steel.

Veins, like coiled dragons, covered his bronze skin.

He charged into the ghost guards like a raging, prehistoric beast.

He has no moves, no skills.

Only the purest and most violent power.

He grabbed two ghost guards and slammed them together. With a cracking sound of bones breaking, the two turned into two clouds of blood mist.

With a single punch to the chest of a ghost guard, the domineering force instantly obliterated his upper body.

At the other end of the carriage.

In the shadows.

Xiao Ruoye's figure moved silently, like a ghost.

Her eyes gleamed with an eerie purple light in the darkness.

"Hide and seek is my favorite game."

She let out a soft, bell-like laugh.

One of the ghost guards had just dodged the black dragon's charge and hadn't even regained his footing when he felt a chill on his neck.

He looked down and saw only a purple fingernail flashing past his eyes.

Immediately, my vision spun around.

His head rolled to the ground.

Xiao Ruoye's figure disappeared again, blending into the shadows of another corner.

She was like an elegant dancer, and every time she appeared, it was accompanied by the blooming of a blood flower.

The Black Dragon Lord charged head-on, while Xiao Ruoye Lord launched a flanking assassination.

The two, one forceful and the other gentle, one overt and the other covert, worked together seamlessly.

In just a few dozen seconds, the dozen or so ghost guards who rushed in were all slaughtered.

Xiao Ruoye leaned against the carriage wall, watching the bloody scene before her, her stomach churning.

For the first time, she truly felt the vast difference between herself and the people around Jiang Chen.

Just then.

The sluggish puppet passengers suddenly stopped moving.

As if receiving a command, they stiffly stepped aside, making way for a passage.

A gaunt old man dressed in a loose red robe and holding a white bone banner for summoning souls slowly walked out from the end of the carriage.

With each step he took, a circle of red runes appeared on the floor beneath his feet.

The yin energy inside the carriage instantly became ten times stronger.

"Hehehe..."

"As expected of someone with the destiny of a true dragon, even the guard dogs around him are so formidable."

The old man in the red robe let out a laugh like an owl, his cloudy eyes fixed on Jiang Chen.

"Unfortunately, brute force is meaningless in the face of a formation master."

He raised the soul-summoning banner high in his hand.

"Yin and Yang reversed, soul and spirit separated!"

On the banner, countless illusory images of tormented souls emerged, emitting silent shrieks, and transformed into a gray tornado that descended upon Jiang Chen's head.

This is an attempt to forcibly extract Jiang Chen's soul!

Heilong and Xiao Ruoye's expressions changed, and they wanted to rush over.

However, they were held firmly in place by an invisible force, unable to move.

"it's over."

The old man in the red robe revealed a ferocious smile.

Jiang Chen, who had been sitting in the chair smoking, finally made a move.

He slowly opened his eyes.

There was no panic, no anger, only indifference in those eyes.

He raised his right hand and gently patted the alloy dining table in front of him.

There was no loud noise.

There was only one crisp sound, like the soft cracking of jade.

A visible golden ripple exploded outwards from the center of his palm.

That golden ripple was scorching, domineering, and filled with destructive power.

The gray tornado of souls that swept in melted instantly upon contact with the golden ripples, like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun.

The wooden puppets that had been standing still in the carriage were instantly reduced to dust by the ripples.

The smile on the old man's face froze.

He watched helplessly as the golden light broke through the array power he was so proud of and surged towards him.

"No!"

He let out a desperate roar, and his body disintegrated inch by inch in the golden light.

"Boom!"

The entire carriage began to shake violently.

The endless darkness outside the car window was like a shattered mirror, cracked with countless fissures.

Blinding light shone through the gaps.

The illusion has been shattered.

However, the carriage did not return to the tracks.

As the last fragment of the illusion peeled away, Xiao Ruoye saw the scene outside clearly, her pupils contracting to their maximum.

The train is suspended high in the air.

Below lies a bottomless canyon, shrouded in mist.

Four massive, black chains, as thick as buckets, extended from the cliffs on both sides of the canyon, securing the entire train and suspending it in mid-air.