Under One Person, your rebellious life has reached the heavens?

Changqing silently explained that he did want to help, but he prioritized his uncle's orders and protected Xianshu's life.

"With your injuries like this, those jailers have really angered my martial uncle..."

"We can't help if we go out."

Lu Jin added that he didn't think any of the prisoners in the jail would survive.

The killing intent that Jiang Mo had just released reminded him of the scenes of slaughtering Quanxing and destroying Luowu many years ago, with the same momentum.

"First, seal the wound and wait for his triumphant return."

Chengzhen immediately used his true magic, and strands of silvery light fell from his palm, seeping into Xianshu's body to repair his lost innate Qi and heal his broken tendons and bones.

"Xiao Lu, Chang Qing, seal the two shackles."

"Yes."

Lu Jin and Chang Qing each channeled their inner energy, using the true method to transform it into true qi of the same origin. They gathered power in their hands and feet, firmly imprisoning the four fat Gu worms.

"..."

Chengzhen stared at the body corroded by the Gu poison, pitted and uneven, and worked on two fronts at the same time, decomposing Qi Huaxianshu's body and removing the toxins.

While taking over his physical body, they helped him rebuild his regenerative state and recover as quickly as possible.

Once the poison had completely dissipated from his body, Chengzhen gave another instruction:

"Xiao Lu, Chang Qing, refine them!"

"it is good."

With permission granted, the two unleashed their true power. The Gu worms, nurtured by the swollen poisonous blisters, seemed to have suffered a blow and struggled fiercely, constantly gnawing at flesh and blood. The Gu poison continued to spread slowly, but unexpectedly, in the next instant, their contaminated hands and feet suddenly split open like a gecko's tail.

"Certainly!"

Just then, Zhuge Yu, who was completely focused, gave a soft shout and, together with his senior brother, suppressed the two shackles Gu in place, preventing them from moving.

Chengzhen remained calm as he effortlessly controlled Xianshu's body, successfully constructing a double rebirth and using a continuous stream of innate Qi to rebuild his limbs and bones.

"squeak..."

"Chirp...chirp!!"

Beside them, facing Lu Jin and Chang Qing who were intent on killing, the Gu worms inside the egg follicles, under the refinement of the true method, were like ice and snow being scorched by a raging fire. After only a moment of resistance, they burst into a lump of dirty black pus.

......

At the prison entrance, Jiang Mo stood guard, stopping all spirits in their tracks.

He brutally beat to death a prisoner ranked among the top 100, terrifying most of the prisoners so much that they didn't even have the thought of attacking him, and fled in a sorry state to the deeper parts of the prison to seek refuge.

"Boom!"

"boom!!"

The terrifying sounds of fierce fighting came from thousands of meters away. Numerous deadly moves clashed, and the battle was so intense that the sky darkened. The entire prison teetered on the brink of collapse, large sections of buildings collapsed into ruins, and dust filled the air.

More than 95% of the prison guards stationed here have been killed in action, leaving only the seven strongest remaining. They are still fighting fiercely with the prisoners, but they cannot stop the out-of-control situation and are gradually showing signs of defeat. Some of them have been blasted thousands of meters away and crashed into the ruins, coughing up blood incessantly.

Someone was cleaved in two by a single sword strike. The sword energy was like a fierce force, intertwined in countless ways. The golden body protecting the person shattered instantly, leaving them covered in blood.

Jiang Mo looked out and saw corpses strewn all over the place. There were thousands of prisoners, with different appearances. Some had human bodies and animal heads, while others were strange reptiles he had never seen in reality.

Even more bizarre vines spread unimpeded, leaping up and dodging Jiang Mo like lightning, trying to escape from the prison, only to sink into the black swamp, letting out a horrifying scream before disappearing in an instant.

"Young man, you're not simple."

"Are you here to stop us too?"

Three prison guards with unfathomable auras slowly materialized from not far away.

The bald man at the head of the group was around forty years old, in his prime. He was burly, 2 meters tall, with dark skin and six arms full of explosive power. He was as steady as a mountain and wore a faded hemp robe, resembling a martial monk.

The woman beside him had white hair and blue eyes, and was alluring. She had long, shapely legs and a black tail covered in scales trailing behind her. Her breasts were heaving, and her every smile and frown exuded a terrifyingly seductive power. She was none other than a rare species of North American demon—the Night Succubus.

The remaining old man was hunched over, his face covered with ugly markings. His sinister eyes looked at Jiang Mo, revealing a scarlet glint of ruthlessness. If any other prisoners were present, they would surely recognize him as the Corpse King, number 23.

A powerful corpse buried a thousand years ago, protected by its natal magic weapon and nourished by a feng shui wonder, was reborn and resurrected in a certain place in the early 21st century. It once caused a crisis in a city, forcing the Nine Departments to send many top experts to join forces to capture it alive.

"If you value your life, then leave now, and we won't stop you."

"If they insist on staying, they will be killed."

The six-armed man could sense the extraordinary nature of the young man before him and, unwilling to fight him, advised him to leave quickly to avoid disaster.

"Hey, Brother Gu, what are you saying? Don't ruin my marriage."

The white-haired succubus smiled, her eyes filled with the same greed as she looked at Jiang Mo. She licked her lips, unable to suppress the instincts surging within her, and said in a seductive voice:

"Young friend, do you have a Daoist partner?"

"I am only twenty or thirty years old. When I first saw you, I fell in love at first sight. Why don't you cultivate with me, let yin and yang merge, glimpse the mysteries of life, and enjoy the ultimate bliss in the world? We will surely give birth to the most powerful bloodline in the world."

"You shameless hussy, you can't resist a man anymore? Let this old man finish him off for you."

The Corpse King let out a long howl and was about to make a move, but was met with a stern rebuke.

"You dare? I'll kill you!"

The white-haired succubus was furious, her murderous aura palpable, and she was not joking.

"..."

"kill me?"

"You don't deserve it."

Jiang Mo laughed, amused by the inhuman creature. This thing, which wasn't even a terrestrial deity, dared to speak ill of his life and death.

"call out!"

Jiang Mo locked onto the location of the Corpse King and instantly attacked. He hesitated to unleash a punch because he was wary of the prison guards still fighting ahead. Otherwise, he would have shattered the entire prison, turning all the guards and prisoners along the way into ashes.

"boom!"

"what!!!"

Jiang Mo struck down with a palm, so fast that the three couldn't react in time. The Corpse King, in particular, didn't even utter a muffled groan before his skull was shattered, his body exploding into a cloud of green pus, his soul scattered.

The metal floor beneath their feet could not withstand the terrifying force and shattered in an instant, collapsing more than a hundred meters downwards. The impact was extremely wide, and a corner of the prison was sunk and tilted as a result.

The six-armed monk and the white-haired succubus, both struck by the Soul-Breaking Curse, bled from all seven orifices, knelt on the ground wailing, and instantly lost all power to resist.

"You...you...what exactly..."

The six-armed monk shuddered, his voice trembling, his eyes bloodshot and menacing.

He gritted his teeth, his face turned pale, and his soul felt like it was being torn apart. Indescribable pain brutally flooded his mind, almost driving him insane, but his reason did not completely collapse due to fear.

The black-haired man before him was completely unlike a human, overturning all his previous understanding. Even the most powerful monster in the prison probably couldn't compare to him.

"Those who want to stay alive, come here."

Jiang Mo transmitted his voice with Qi, which swept across the entire prison. The seven prison guards who were still fighting bloody battles noticed the commotion and, seeing that reinforcements had suddenly arrived, decisively retreated.

A dozen or so jailers were in hot pursuit, about to kill the seven, when they saw King Kong (number 18) and the witch (number 13) wailing in agony, kneeling bizarrely and absurdly before a human. They felt a strange unease and stopped in their tracks.

"Pfft!!"

The six-armed monk coughed up blood, his eyes rolled back, and he nearly fainted.

Jiang Mo used his bare hands to lock his throat and slowly lifted him up, while the Eye of Truth in his palm quietly activated.

"Furu Iwakawa...born in 1966...a novice monk at Lingyin Temple..."

"Consuming exotic flowers...breaking the vow of not killing...murdering one's master...betraying...breaking through to the Supreme Grandmaster level...the Vajra Body..."

"He roamed the world, venturing into famous mountains and rivers, seeking rare flowers and exotic plants. He encountered nine exploration teams, killed over a hundred people, and was captured three years later. He was a fellow disciple of the prison guard 'Fa Wuxiang'..."

"The Blood Lotus Cult... its leader... disguised himself and entered... assassinated the warden... stirred up a riot... and rescued the extraordinary being, the Blood Ancestor."

In just a few seconds, Jiang Mo intercepted the six-armed monk's life memories, quickly digested them, and found out the real culprit who planned this turmoil.

"Oh!"

With all his secrets exposed, the six-armed monk lost his value for exploitation. Jiang Mo exerted a little force, and a flower of blood bloomed. Gu Yanchuan's throat and spine were pulled out, and his breath came to an abrupt end.

"you!!"

One of the jailers, who was entirely black with a dog's head and a human body, was enraged and bared his sharp fangs. He was about to shout when he was silenced by a glance from Jiang Mo.

"Stop...stop...spare me...I really mean you no harm!"

The white-haired succubus's face was ashen, and she pleaded desperately, enduring the excruciating pain of her brain being torn apart.

"I can tell at a glance."

Jiang Mo gripped her throat again, and countless memories flooded the depths of his mind like a tidal wave.

"Raphael was born in New York in 1793. He is a Level III Demon Lord... His race's genes give him a strong desire to reproduce, resulting in numerous offspring."

"In 1963, she seduced several genetic warriors and plundered their bloodline power. She was hunted down by the Grand Magister Puen and fled the United States, ending up in China."

"In 1989, after committing over a thousand murders, his whereabouts were exposed, he was captured by the Ninth Division and imprisoned..."

The 223-year-old white-haired succubus has a far more complex memory than the six-armed monk.

Unfortunately, being on the battlefield, Jiang Mo didn't have time to investigate many of the secrets about demonic cultivation.

His Eye of Truth sensed in Raphael an intense love fueled by hormones, and a hatred born of the torment he had suffered.

Even on their first meeting, this species, so different from humans, actually succumbed to its physiological desires and wanted to reproduce with him.

"Let...let me go...I'll do anything..."

Raphael moved his lips, trying to grasp at that faint glimmer of hope.

"Oh!"

Jiang Mo remained unmoved, gathering his strength in his five fingers and delivering a swift blow. His true qi shattered her internal organs, turning her brain into a puddle of mud, and her soft, warm body collapsed to the ground.

Chapter 380 Are you teaching me how to do things? I've run into someone with connections.

In an instant, the surroundings became eerily silent.

More than ten bloodthirsty prison inmates witnessed the two men, number 18 and 13, being casually killed by the mysterious man. They died without even the ability to struggle. Their faces were filled with fear and uncertainty, and they dared not confront him.

It's important to understand that they were all prisoners ranked outside the top 10, with roughly similar strength. None of them possessed the ability to simultaneously kill a six-armed monk and a white-haired succubus. If they did, they would have been among the top ten monsters long ago.

Just as the prisoners were wondering about this person's background, a prison guard who was clutching his severed arm and looked pale-faced suddenly widened his pupils, his expression full of astonishment.

At first, he wasn't sure, as the man in front of him was different from the photos he remembered, and he didn't have the signature white hair.

Ye Wufu thought he had misjudged the situation and was hallucinating. Unable to suppress his guess, he tentatively asked a question.

"You...you are Senior Xuanzun?! And Master Yuhuai's martial uncle?!"

"Are you his student?"

Jiang Mo's answer was irrelevant, but it indirectly confirmed his identity.

His gaze swept over the man, who was in his thirties, with a handsome face and a high nose.

The other party was so excited that they were incoherent:

"Yes, student!! I worked under him for a period of time and saw your photo there."

"It really is you, Senior Xuanzun! That's wonderful."

Upon hearing this, the six wounded jailers suddenly relaxed, instinctively letting out a long sigh of relief, and their tired faces regained their radiance.

"Xuan...Zun...Chen Qing of the Sanyi Sect?!"

"No, you...you can't be him!!"

"He's already ascended to heaven!!"

Within the prisoner camp, before most of the non-human species could react, an elderly man, reduced to skin and bones, voiced a sharp question, denying the authenticity of Jiang Mo's identity.

But as soon as he said it, he regretted it. Someone with such exaggerated strength... it seemed that if it were him, it would make sense.

Is it true or not?!

In a mere half-second, the old man was so terrified that he was at a loss, trembling like a leaf, his eyes darting around, too guilty to even meet the gaze of the white-clad, black-haired man.

"I don't need to prove anything to you."