The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

In the southern suburbs of the capital, in an underground wine cellar belonging to the Song family, the air was as hot as a steamer with the lid just lifted.

Jiang Chen sat cross-legged on a bed of cold jade transported from the far north, his upper body naked. The grotesque scars were now visibly writhing and healing, leaving only faint white marks.

Shen Suxin knelt behind him, her hands resting on Jiang Chen's back.

Her already pale face was now as white as a sheet of paper. From the small cut on her fingertip, the emerald green blood no longer dripped down drop by drop, but turned into a wisp of mist that seeped into Jiang Chen's pores.

That's enough.

Jiang Chen suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed Shen Suxin's wrist with his other hand, and pushed her away.

"If you keep feeding him, you'll really turn into a dried-up corpse."

Shen Suxin swayed twice, then collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, her messy hair sticking to her face with sweat.

"I'm not tired." She stubbornly raised her head, her doe-like eyes filled with unwavering determination. "The dragon inside you... is hungry."

Jiang Chen jumped off the bed, his bones cracking and popping all over his body.

He looked down at his palm.

The sluggish feeling of blocked meridians completely disappeared. In its place was a sense of clarity I had never experienced before.

Deep within the dantian, the remnant soul of the true dragon, which had been half-dead, was now frolicking around the nascent golden core, its scales shimmering with golden light.

The third level is the stage of no-form decision.

"How are you feeling?"

The iron door to the cellar was pushed open, and Song Yuzhi walked in wearing a black tight-fitting leather outfit, carrying a tablet computer in her hand.

She glanced at the weak Shen Suxin on the ground, then at Jiang Chen, whose energy was frighteningly strong, and raised an eyebrow.

"You've eaten all of the century-old ginseng and lingzhi in the Song family's warehouse like snacks. If there's still no reaction, I'll have to slice you up and study you."

Jiang Chen took the shirt from the rack next to him and put it on, asking as he buttoned it, "How's it outside?"

"It's quite lively."

Song Yuzhi tossed the tablet computer to Jiang Chen.

The screen displays a live stream.

Tianxianglou. The biggest den of iniquity in the capital.

The place was brightly decorated, with a red carpet stretching from the main entrance to the end of the street. Luxury cars were blocking the road, and even through the screen, you could hear the clamor of gongs and drums.

"The Xiao family really went all out this time." Song Yuzhi leaned against the wine rack, her tone tinged with sarcasm. "To climb up the Han family's coattails, Xiao Wanshan emptied his coffers. I heard that even the Han family's reclusive grandmaster has graced us with his presence to drink this celebratory wine today."

Jiang Chen swiped his finger across the screen.

The image freezes on the second-floor terrace.

Xiao Ruoye was dressed in a bright red wedding gown, her face thickly rouged, concealing her original deathly pallor. She stood there like a puppet, staring blankly at the crowd below.

Beside her, the third son of the Han family, who was a fool, was drooling and reaching out to tug at Xiao Ruoye's sleeve, grinning foolishly.

"Click."

The tablet's screen is cracked.

Jiang Chen casually tossed the broken machine into the trash can and straightened his collar.

"Is the car ready?"

Song Yuzhi was taken aback for a moment, then straightened up: "You're going? That's Tianxiang Tower. Half of the martial arts circle in the capital is here today. That old monster from the Han family is a true grandmaster, much stronger than those mediocre guys you've met before."

"So what?"

Jiang Chen walked up to Shen Suxin, bent down to help her up, and let her lean against the chair to rest.

"I said I'd destroy the Xiao family in three days."

He turned and walked toward the door, his footsteps echoing in the empty cellar.

"It's only been one day, so I've already fulfilled my promise ahead of schedule."

……

Tianxianglou, top-floor banquet hall.

The enormous crystal chandelier cast a warm yellow glow, making the oily sheen on the faces of all the guests shine even brighter.

Xiao Wanshan, dressed in a brand-new Tang suit, moved around the banquet with a radiant face, holding a wine glass in his hand, his face crinkling with smiles.

"Thank you all for joining us! From now on, the Xiao family and the Han family are one family, and we'll make money together!"

At the main table, an elderly man with a goatee sat imposingly. He didn't touch his chopsticks, but simply closed his eyes slightly and tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

This is the Han family's revered master, Grandmaster Han Qianshan.

Even if he did nothing, the guests at the surrounding tables didn't dare to breathe loudly and spoke in hushed tones.

"The auspicious time has arrived!"

The emcee picked up the microphone and shouted.

The side door of the hall opened.

Two matchmakers helped Xiao Ruoye out.

Xiao Ruoye walked very slowly, each step feeling like she was stepping on a knife's edge. The dagger in her sleeve had long been taken away, and now even the strength to bite her tongue and commit suicide was sealed.

"Hehe... Wife... Beautiful wife..."

The third son of the Han family ran over from the other side, wearing an ill-fitting groom's suit, his nose snotty. He lunged forward to hug Xiao Ruoye, but was stopped by the Han family's butler with a smile.

"Young master, don't be in such a hurry. After the wedding ceremony and entering the bridal chamber, you can do whatever you want."

The butler's tone was utterly repulsive and lewd.

All the guests were laughing, and some even whistled.

Nobody thinks there's anything wrong with marrying a normal girl to a sadistic idiot.

This is the rule in the capital: the strong prey on the weak, and the winner takes all.

Xiao Wanshan stood on the stage, watching this scene, and nodded in satisfaction.

As long as today passes, with the Han family as their backer, the Xiao family can return to the ranks of first-class aristocratic families. As for the life or death of a niece? She sacrificed herself for the family, and her death was worthwhile.

"I bow to Heaven and Earth!"

The emcee drew out his words.

The two matchmakers pressed down on Xiao Ruoye's shoulders, forcing her to bend over.

Xiao Ruoye held her neck straight, tears washing away the rouge on her face, leaving two deep lines.

She misses that man.

Although that man was a big-mouthed bastard and a coward who deserted in the face of battle.

But at least when he was around, no one dared to force her to kneel.

"Press it down!" Xiao Wanshan shouted in a low voice from the side, his face looking rather grim.

The matchmaker increased the pressure on her hands.

Xiao Ruoye's knees slowly bent, just as she was about to kneel on the carpet.

"boom--!"

A loud bang.

It was like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

The white marble gate of Tianxiang Tower, worth millions and said to be impenetrable even by rocket launchers, was instantly blasted into dust.

A huge blast of air, carrying rubble and wood chips, roared into the hall.

The guests at the tables near the entrance were overturned, along with their tables, and were splashed with food and drinks. Screams echoed throughout the room.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust.

A man in an ordinary white shirt walked in, stepping over the mess on the floor.

He carried no weapons, only a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers.

Jiang Chen stopped, exhaled a puff of smoke, and looked through the chaotic crowd to Xiao Wanshan on the high platform.

"Master Xiao, you seem to be enjoying the wedding feast quite a bit."

Jiang Chen's voice wasn't loud, and he didn't use a microphone, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

Xiao Ruoye suddenly raised her head.

His eyes, which had been lifeless, suddenly burst forth with an astonishing light.

"It's you..."

Her lips trembled as she tried to shout, but her throat felt like it was blocked by something.

"Who goes there! How dare you cause trouble at the wedding banquet of the Han and Xiao families!"

The third elder of the Xiao family rushed out from the crowd, pointing at Jiang Chen's nose and cursing, "It's you, you piece of trash? You dare to come back to die? Men! Chop him to pieces!"

A dozen or so Xiao family retainers drew their swords and charged upwards.

Jiang Chen didn't even glance at them.

He simply lifted his right foot and stomped lightly on the ground.

"roll."

One word.

A visible golden wave of energy erupted outwards in a fan shape, centered on the soles of his feet.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

The dozen or so worshippers at the very front were hit as if by a speeding train; their weapons shattered into pieces, and they were sent flying backward, coughing up blood and crashing into a large area of ​​tables and chairs.

The entire room fell silent instantly.

Even the third son of the Han family, who had been grinning foolishly, was so frightened that he shut his mouth and shrank under the table.

Jiang Chen flicked his cigarette ash and strode forward.

With each step he took, the high-end marble floor tiles beneath his feet emitted a mournful sound, and cracks spread outwards like a spider web.

The suppressed dragon's might, layered upon layer, pressed down on all the martial artists present, making their chests feel tight and their hearts pound wildly.

"I said that yesterday."

Jiang Chen walked to the center of the hall and looked up at Xiao Wanshan, whose face was deathly pale.

"The floor tiles in the Xiao family's house are dirty and need to be washed."

Since you can't understand human language, I'll try to make you understand in a different way.

on the main table.

Han Qianshan, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them.

"Young man, that's too much."

Han Qianshan slowly stood up, and a terrifying aura belonging to a Grandmaster soared into the sky, forcefully withstanding Jiang Chen's pressure.

He had his hands behind his back, and his eyes looked as if he were looking at a dead man.

"Today is a joyous day for the Han family, but I do not wish to see blood. Cut off your own arms, kneel down and kowtow, and I will spare your body."

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

He raised his head, looked at the high and mighty Grandmaster, and suddenly smiled.

"Grandmaster?"

Jiang Chen raised his right hand and pressed it down in the air in the direction of Han Qianshan.

"What kind of thing is that?"