The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

Han Qianshan's eyelids twitched violently when he heard the phrase "what kind of thing is he?"

He lived for seventy years, and was revered for most of his life in the martial arts circle of the capital. No young man dared to point his finger at him and call him a scoundrel.

"court death."

Han Qianshan uttered two words.

His hands, which were behind his back, suddenly shot out, his sleeves filled with powerful energy, swelling up like two iron hammers.

A crisp, tearing sound filled the air.

A dozen visible black energies emerged from his fingertips, like living venomous snakes, twisting and coiling towards Jiang Chen's limbs and neck.

The surrounding guests were so frightened that they scrambled under the table.

This is the technique of a grandmaster: the energy leaves the body and condenses into soldiers.

Xiao Wanshan hid behind a pillar, a sinister smile on his face.

This move, "Dragon Locking Hand," is Han Qianshan's signature skill. Even reinforced concrete can be instantly pulverized when entangled by this black energy.

If Jiang Chen gets entangled, he'll be nothing but a pile of minced meat.

Jiang Chen stood still, without moving an inch.

He watched the black serpents rushing towards him, and even had the leisure to flick the ash off his shirt.

Until the black mist got close to the tip of his nose.

Jiang Chen raised his right hand.

There were no fancy moves; it was like reaching out to swat an annoying fly.

With his five fingers spread, he grabbed the thickest wisp of black energy.

"laugh--"

A cluster of golden flames suddenly shot up from Jiang Chen's fingertips.

That was the manifestation of pure Yang energy being condensed to its extreme.

When the black energy met the golden fire, it was like snow meeting a red-hot iron; it didn't even have a chance to struggle before being instantly burned away.

Han Qianshan's cold smile froze.

He felt a burning sensation flowing along his energy channels, rushing straight into his meridians.

How is that possible?

This kid doesn't have any internal energy fluctuations, how could he possibly break through a Grandmaster's protective aura?

Before he could figure it out, Jiang Chen had already made his move.

Take a step forward.

The two were originally more than ten meters apart, but under Jiang Chen's feet, it was as if they didn't exist at all.

He appeared out of thin air in front of Han Qianshan.

A simple straight punch was thrown at Han Qianshan's face.

Han Qianshan felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively mobilized all his internal energy.

"Freeze!"

A three-foot-thick, semi-transparent wall of air blocked his way, its surface shimmering with a metallic sheen.

This air shield has blocked armor-piercing bullets from sniper rifles and a full-force attack from a peak-level expert.

But against Jiang Chen's fist, it was as brittle as a biscuit.

"Click."

The air shield shattered into countless points of light.

Jiang Chen's punches continued their relentless momentum, advancing straight ahead.

Han Qianshan only had time to turn his head slightly before the force of the punch grazed his ear and slammed into the main table behind him, causing it to collapse.

Before Han Qianshan could even feel relieved, a large hand had already gripped his throat.

Jiang Chen exerted force with one hand, as if lifting a dead chicken, and forcefully lifted this grandmaster who was famous throughout the capital off the ground.

Han Qianshan kicked his legs wildly and tried desperately to pry Jiang Chen's fingers off with both hands.

Not moving.

The suffocating sense of oppression made him feel as if he were facing not a person, but a ferocious beast that had crawled out of the abyss.

Five years ago.

Jiang Chen leaned close to Han Qianshan's face, which was a deep purplish-red from holding his breath, and spoke very softly.

"When those bastards from the Jun family were ripping me out of my spine, you handed me a knife too, didn't you?"

Han Qianshan's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints.

This kid...

Is he the discarded son of the Jun family who was deposed back then?!

"Um... let go..."

Han Qianshan tried desperately to speak, but his throat bones were being squeezed so hard they were making a cracking sound.

Xiao Wanshan, who had originally planned to launch a sneak attack in the chaos, saw this scene and dropped the dagger in his hand with a clang.

That's Han Qianshan!

The pillar of the Han family, a top ten master in the capital's martial arts circle.

Now I'm being held in someone's hands like a chick?

"Help...help people!"

Xiao Wanshan shouted, trembling, trying to urge the remaining worshippers to rush forward.

Jiang Chen didn't even turn his head.

The golden aura emanating from his body erupted once more, transforming into a tangible ripple that spread outwards.

Those Xiao family retainers who were about to rush forward were sent flying like kites with broken strings, spitting blood, before they could even touch Jiang Chen's clothes.

Tables, chairs, and benches were broken all over the floor.

Apart from the floor tile under Jiang Chen's feet, there wasn't a single intact spot in the entire banquet hall.

"Is this the source of your Han family's confidence?"

Jiang Chen looked at the old man who was still struggling in his hand, his eyes as cold as if he were looking at a pile of garbage.

"You can't even withstand a single palm strike from me? You dare call yourself a Grandmaster?"

"Click."

A crisp sound.

Jiang Chen's fingers tightened suddenly.

Han Qianshan shuddered, his eyes rolled back, and his limbs went limp.

His cervical spine wasn't broken, but the impact shattered all the major acupoints and meridians in his body.

For the rest of his life, he will only be a bedridden, useless person.

Jiang Chen loosened his grip.

Han Qianshan fell to the ground like a lump of mud, rolled twice, and then plopped into the decorative fountain pool next to him.

The pool water was instantly stained red with blood.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the man standing in the center of the ruins.

Even the third son of the Han family, who had been trembling under the table, forgot to grin and stared at Han Qianshan, who was lying unconscious in the pool, with his crotch soaked.

Xiao Ruoye stood on the stage, her bright red wedding dress swaying in the wind.

She watched Jiang Chen's retreating figure, tears streaming down her face.

This man.

It's really coming.

They really blew the sky out of the sky.

Jiang Chen turned around, ignoring Xiao Ruoye on the stage and the terrified Xiao Wanshan.

He took out the flattened pack of cigarettes from his pocket, intending to smoke one, only to find it empty.

A slender hand reached out and offered a plain white handkerchief.

Shen Suxin walked over at some point.

Her face was still very pale, and she was a little unsteady on her feet, but she still stubbornly stood beside Jiang Chen.

"Dirty".

She pointed at Jiang Chen's finger.

There was a bit of blood foam that Han Qianshan had spat out.

Jiang Chen took the handkerchief and slowly wiped his fingers, his movements as elegant as if he were performing surgery.

"Let's go."

Jiang Chen threw the blood-stained handkerchief into the fountain, which landed right on Han Qianshan's terrified face.

"This place is unlucky, let's eat somewhere else."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Xiao Ruoye on the stage, then turned and walked out.

Xiao Wanshan knelt on the ground, trembling like a leaf.

He wanted to stop them, but he didn't dare.

He wanted to curse, but couldn't open his mouth.

Today's wedding banquet has become the death knell for the Xiao family.

In the fountain pool.

Han Qianshan, who should have fainted, suddenly twitched his finger.

He groped around underwater, trembling as he pulled a blood-red jade talisman from his pocket.

That was a life-saving charm left behind by the Han family patriarch.

It was also the Han family's last trump card.

Han Qianshan stared at Jiang Chen's departing figure, his eyes filled with resentment.

He used the last of his strength to crush the jade talisman.

"They all have to die..."

Bubbles rose from his mouth, accompanied by indistinct curses.

"No one will survive..."

A red light, unnoticed by anyone, burrowed into the ground along the broken jade talisman, like a leech that had smelled blood, and swiftly swam in a certain direction.

Jiang Chen had just reached the front door when he suddenly paused.

He felt as if the ground beneath his feet had trembled slightly.

It wasn't an earthquake.

It's more like... some enormous creature is turning over underground.