The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

The rain intensified.

It crashed onto the ruins of Tianxiang Tower, sending up plumes of white mist.

Xiao Wanshan lay sprawled in the mud, watching Jiang Chen's retreating figure. Just as he was about to crawl over and beg for mercy again, a mournful roar suddenly echoed from the depths of the ruins.

"Kill him! Avenge our ancestor!"

A dozen dark figures darted out from behind the collapsed walls and ruins.

The leader was the second elder of the Han family.

The old man's face was covered in blood, one eye was blind with a piece of broken glass stuck in its socket, and he was holding a thick-backed machete. He swung it at Jiang Chen's back like a madman.

"Han family disciples, listen to my command! Since we're going to die anyway, let's take this little beast down with us!"

The remaining dozens of Han family assassins all had bloodshot eyes, like a pack of wolves driven mad by hunger.

With Han Qianshan dead, the Han family's world collapsed.

These henchmen who usually act arrogantly will be purged by their enemies when they return, so they might as well fight for a way to survive now.

Xiao Ruoye subconsciously gripped the black umbrella in her hand.

"Be careful!"

Jiang Chen didn't even turn his head.

He simply reached out and beckoned to Shen Suxin beside him with his finger.

Shen Suxin paused for a moment, then instinctively pulled a short-handled hoe from the medicine basket on her back and handed it to Jiang Chen.

That was the hoe she usually used to dig for medicinal herbs; the blade was gleaming, and there was still some dirt on it.

Thanks.

Jiang Chen gripped the wooden handle and weighed it in his hand.

"Too light, but it's enough to scoop out some rotten flesh."

The moment the words fell.

Elder Han's second blade was already at his head.

"Die!"

The blade tore through the rain.

Jiang Chen slightly shifted his body, causing the puddles beneath his feet to burst into a splash.

He casually flicked the medicine hoe upwards.

"puff."

A muffled thud.

The sound of a sharp blade cutting into rotten wood.

The Second Elder's roar abruptly stopped.

He remained frozen in place, still holding the knife and slashing.

The hoe, which he usually used to dig in the soil, was now tightly hooked to his chin, the blade piercing through his jawbone and protruding from his mouth.

Jiang Chen flicked his wrist.

"Get down."

The Second Elder, weighing over 100 pounds, was pulled up in mid-air by this strange force and flipped over before crashing heavily into the muddy water.

Blood mixed with rainwater, instantly staining a large area red.

The Han family assassins who rushed up from behind suddenly stopped in their tracks.

too fast.

It happened so fast that they didn't even see how the Second Elder died.

"What are you standing there for! Get up there!"

Another elder from the Han family took out a red pill from his pocket, tilted his head back, and swallowed it.

That was the Han family's forbidden drug, "Blood Explosion Pill." Taking it could deplete ten years of one's lifespan in exchange for a temporary surge in combat power.

His skin quickly became congested with blood and turned purple, his veins bulged like earthworms, and his aura instantly soared to the peak of the Transformation Realm.

"I'll take your life!"

The elder roared, his fists carrying a foul stench, and charged straight at Jiang Chen's face.

Jiang Chen sighed.

"No matter how much medicine you take, you're still useless."

He took a step forward.

The hoe in his hand seemed to have eyes, drawing a strange arc in the air.

There are no fancy moves.

It's accurate.

It's frighteningly accurate.

"Thump!"

The back of the hoe slammed hard onto the elder's skull.

The sound of bones breaking was so loud on a rainy night that it made your teeth ache.

The Han family elder, who had been so aggressive just moments before, suddenly had a dent in his head. He didn't even have time to scream before his body went limp and he collapsed like a lump of mud.

Jiang Chen flicked the blood off his hoe and glanced at the remaining Han family assassins.

"Anyone else want to die? Line up, I'm not in a hurry."

It's still raining.

Dozens of Han family elites, armed with knives, spears, and clubs, trembled at the sight of him, their hands trembling as they could barely hold their weapons.

"Run! Run!"

Someone shouted out.

The assassins who had been shouting and threatening to kill just moments before turned and darted into the surrounding darkness.

Did I say you were free to leave?

Jiang Chen took the shrunken cigarette box out of his pocket and crumpled it into a ball.

He raised his right hand and flicked it several times into the air.

"Hiss hiss hiss—"

More than a dozen golden streams of true energy shot out from his fingertips, like bullets with eyes, precisely piercing the lower backs of each fleeing person.

That's the location of the Qihai acupoint.

"ah--!"

Screams echoed throughout the room.

Dozens of Han family assassins clutched their stomachs and rolled on the ground, their faces ashen.

Their dantian (energy center) has been destroyed.

The internal strength he had cultivated for decades vanished completely in an instant.

For martial artists, this is worse than killing them.

Jiang Chen casually tossed the hoe back to Shen Suxin's feet, making a crisp sound.

Around the ruins.

The celebrities from the capital who had originally come to attend the wedding banquet huddled in a corner, not daring to breathe.

Normally, they are big shots whose mere stomp of their feet can make the capital tremble.

Now, in front of Jiang Chen, they are more docile than quails on the roadside.

He was terrified that if he gave the wrong look, that killer's hoe would smash into his head.

Jiang Chen ignored these fence-sitters.

He walked up to Xiao Wanshan.

The head of the Xiao family was trying his best to shrink behind the broken wall, wishing he could bury himself in the ground.

"You were shouting quite loudly just now."

Jiang Chen looked down at him.

Xiao Wanshan shuddered, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"Mr. Jiang... I was forced into this by the Han family! I'm a victim too! Ruoye is my own niece, how could I possibly harm her..."

"Bang!"

Jiang Chen picked up a still-intact wine glass from the ground next to him and threw it at the glass.

The shards of the wine glass pierced Xiao Wanshan's thigh like flying knives.

"Awooo—!"

Xiao Wanshan clutched his thigh, letting out a pig-like scream, his whole body convulsing in pain in the muddy water.

"Shut up."

Jiang Chen coldly uttered two words.

Xiao Wanshan immediately bit his tongue, stifling his scream, his eyes rolling back in pain.

"This leg is the interest I collected on behalf of Xiao Ruoye."

Jiang Chen turned around, walked to Shen Suxin's side, and took the black umbrella from her hand.

"Where else is it not clean?"

Shen Suxin sniffed.

Her special eyes could see the flow of energy that ordinary people couldn't.

"There are two on top of the clock tower over there. One behind the ruined wall on the left. And one is squatting on that locust tree."

She stretched out her finger and pointed to several locations.

"They all smell bad, just like that Han Qianshan."

Jiang Chen nodded.

He raised his right hand and rubbed his thumb against his middle finger.

"call."

A cluster of golden flames danced at his fingertips.

That is pure Yang fire.

The rain pattered on it, making a hissing sound, but it couldn't be extinguished no matter what.

"go."

Jiang Chen flicked his finger.

The flame instantly split into four, like fireflies, and floated lightly towards the locations Shen Suxin had pointed out.

A few seconds later.

"ah--!"

Several short screams came from the darkness.

Immediately afterwards, four humanoid flames fell from the height and burned to ashes before they even hit the ground.

Those were the hidden sentries that the Han family had planted in the shadows.

The entire room fell silent.

Only the sound of rain pattering could be heard.

Jiang Chen opened the black umbrella, shielding Shen Suxin and Xiao Ruoye.

"I'm gone."

He led two women, stepping over the blood and debris, and walked out of the Tianxiang Tower without looking back.

Behind them were ruins engulfed in flames.

Along with a group of terrified nobles from the capital.

After that night.

The name Jiang Chen is destined to become a nightmare for the entire martial arts circle in the capital.

……

It is 500 meters away from Tianxiang Tower.

The top floor of an unfinished building still under construction.

A man in a gray Zhongshan suit put down the infrared binoculars he was holding.

His hands were trembling slightly.

Even from this distance, the chilling killing intent he felt just now still gave him goosebumps.

"Is this the one who was sacrificed?"

A companion wearing a headset next to him swallowed hard, his voice dry.

"That was Han Qianshan... a Grandmaster at the peak of the Transformation Realm, and he just crushed him like that? Like crushing a chicken?"

Zhongshan Suit took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

He pulled an encrypted communicator from his pocket and his fingers flew across the keys.

The blue light from the screen illuminated his pale face.

Codename: Dragon Slayer.

[Target strength assessment: Extremely dangerous. Suspected to be more than one level above Grandmaster.]

The Han family was wiped out. The Xiao family was destroyed.

[Requesting activation of Level S contingency plan.]

Press the send button.

Looking at the rotating "sent successfully" icon on the screen, Zhongshan Suit suddenly felt a tightness in his throat.

He turned his head and looked at the receding figure in the rain.

The capital city is a stagnant pool.

This is really going to explode.