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At this time, a young disciple in a green Taoist robe immediately stepped forward and knelt respectfully:

"Reporting to Master, Disciple Guan Xuan is on duty."

The Jade Emperor gazed into the distance, his voice calm but full of supreme majesty:

"What day is today?"

"Reporting to Master..."

Guan Xuan bowed and said respectfully.

"It will take another two years before the gates of Kunlun Mountain are reopened to the human world."

The Jade Emperor nodded slightly and calculated with the fingers of his right hand.

Golden Taoist patterns emerged in the air, forming a complex pattern of destiny.

"Daniel has been down the mountain for two years."

he mused.

"But this sudden strange phenomenon may not be accidental."

He turned to Guan Xuan and said:

"Send someone to the human world to find out Daniel's current situation. Also, check on another person named Jonathan. His whereabouts and recent experiences all need to be investigated in detail."

Guan Xuan took the order and retreated quickly.

The Jade Emperor closed his eyes again, but this time his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he had sensed something ominous.

"The way of heaven is changing, and disaster is about to happen..."

The Jade Emperor whispered, and his voice was filled with the vicissitudes of life.

"Fate..."

At the same time, somewhere in the world.

At this time, Iron Fist Daniel has been in the world for two years.

The initial days were not easy for him. The quiet meditation in Kunlun Mountain made him feel particularly uncomfortable with the hustle and bustle of modern society.

The constant honking of car horns, the never-ending neon lights, and the crowds hurrying on the streets all made him feel dizzy.

Fortunately, he quickly adapted to the rules of modern society and made a living by teaching fighting courses in a martial arts school.

During the day, he is Coach Dan at a martial arts gym, teaching regular people who want to get fit or learn self-defense.

But when night falls, when the dragon power begins to stir within him, he changes into a black suit, puts on a mask that covers half of his face, and walks through the shadows of the city.

In the past two years, he has lost count of how many vicious criminals he has subdued.

Those armed robbers were as fragile as paper in front of him. His iron fist blessed by the power of dragon could easily twist the steel bars into a knot and create spider-web-like cracks in the concrete wall.

As time went by, Daniel became more and more skilled at switching between the two identities.

He learned to use a smartphone, shop online, and even use social media to track criminal activity.

The combination of dragon power and modern technology makes his actions more precise and efficient.

But tonight was different.

When he followed the disturbing smell to the abandoned factory, an unprecedented sense of crisis enveloped him.

There's a strange energy in the air here, like some ancient evil whispering.

The dilapidated factory building cast a hideous shadow in the moonlight, and the cracks on the wall looked like the tendons of some twisted creature.

Daniel's right fist clenched unconsciously, and the power of the dragon was restless in his body.

He had only experienced this feeling in one place - the suffocating feeling he had when facing the dimensional dragon-like body Shou Lao on Kunlun Mountain.

But this time it was stronger, more sinister.

"This feeling......"

Daniel took a deep breath and frowned.

"It's very similar to the aura of Shou Lao, but also a little different."

He walked slowly into the factory, taking every step carefully.

As the successor of the Iron Fist, he had experienced countless battles, but the situation before him made him feel unprecedentedly alert.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood mixed with the scent of some chemical agent.

In the central area of ​​the factory, there were large patches of dried blood on the ground. The blood was abnormally black, and some strange residual runes could be seen at the edges.

Daniel squatted down and gently touched the bloodstains with his fingers.

Instantly, a sharp pain came from his fingertips, and at the same time, a series of confusing images flashed in his mind:

The twisted space, the hideous tentacles, the evil smile echoing...

The power of the dragon instinctively surged in his body, resisting the impact of these strange images.

"This is no ordinary battle scene,"

Daniel stood up and clenched his right fist.

"There has been a dimensional conflict here."

Just then he noticed a mangled body in the corner.

The body had begun to decompose, but the process of decomposition was clearly unusual.

Black liquid oozed out of the corpse, forming a strange puddle on the ground, and something seemed to be wriggling in the liquid.

Daniel approached the corpse cautiously, the power of dragon flowing through his body, forming an invisible layer of protection.

When he was a few steps away from the corpse, he suddenly felt a powerful energy fluctuation.

The corpse suddenly twitched violently, and the black liquid began to wriggle like a living thing.

Daniel immediately stepped back, and his right fist burst out with dazzling golden light.

Under the illumination of the dragon's power, the black liquid made a hissing sound, as if struggling in pain.

"This is...conceptual corruption,"

Daniel said solemnly.

"Even the dragon power cannot be completely purified."

He closed his eyes and began to mobilize the energy in his body. Golden energy surged out from his heart, forming a huge dragon-shaped shadow in the air.

This is the purest power of Iron Fist and the supreme magical power passed down secretly by Kunlun.

The dragon-shaped shadow hovered in the air and let out a deafening roar.

The entire factory trembled at the roar, and the cracks in the walls widened further.

The black liquid began to boil violently, and finally turned into wisps of black smoke and dissipated into the air.

But Daniel did not let his guard down. He could sense that this corpse was just the beginning.

Just at this moment, a breeze blew by, bringing with it a faint scent.

Daniel's pupils suddenly contracted and he traced the source of the breath.

The other party seemed to have just left here not long ago.

"In that direction!"

Thinking of this, he chased after him without hesitation.

Meanwhile, Jonathan has returned to his laboratory.

Dad was quite efficient in his work. Not long after, the hands and the rebel ninja who were lying on the ground were all gagged and sent to the lobby of his own company.

"Two doctors, this group of 'volunteers' has arrived."

Jonathan pushed open the door of the laboratory, followed by a group of black people who were tied up.

"Oh……"

Banner put down the sandwich in his hand and wiped his mouth:

"Wait, why do they look so... unwilling?"

He noticed the expressions on these people's faces, which were as ugly as if they were rushing to attend their ex's wedding.

"Oh, don't worry."

Jonathan shrugged.

"These are the rebels and ninjas that my father captured. Each of them has at least 20 lives on his hands...

You can do whatever you want with it, just think of it as bringing warmth to the laboratory."

"It can save a lot of money anyway, right?"

"Boss, you are this..."

"I'm still thinking about how to edit the volunteer recruitment content..."

There was only enthusiasm for science in Dr. Stern's eyes. He gave Jonathan a thumbs up, then walked up rubbing his hands, staring at these ninjas like a hungry wolf.