After the college entrance examination, my identity as a Mahayana Immortal Venerable could no longer

Lu strode out of the office.

The corridor outside the blast door was littered with wall bricks shattered by the void gale.

The four guards stood close to the wall, not daring to even breathe heavily.

Old Li climbed out of the pile of rubble. His military uniform trousers were badly torn in one leg.

"Call Jiangzhou immediately."

Old Li didn't bother to brush the dust off his clothes; he turned around and stared intently at Chu Jianguo.

"Let Lin Zhen do as you say, sir. If even a single blade of grass is missing from Panlong Mountain, I'll skin him alive."

"clear."

Chu Jianguo saluted and then ran towards the communications room.

Only then did Old Li turn his head and look at Zhou Ming, who was slumped in the chair drooling.

This powerful figure in the Third Division of the Astronomical Bureau had his mind completely turned into mush.

"Drag him out."

Old Li waved his hand.

"Don't get the floor dirty where the gentleman walked."

......

Western suburbs of Beijing. At the foot of the Yanshan Mountains.

This is the martial arts arena, built by the Ancient Martial Arts Alliance at great expense. The entire 30,000-square-meter white marble plaza is built against the mountain. It's usually where various sects settle their disputes.

Now, three electrified barbed wire fences have been erected here.

In the very center of the square stood eight ten-meter-high black alloy pillars. The surface of the pillars was engraved with twisted, dark red patterns.

Those were fragments of boundary stones that the S.H.I.E.L.D. acquired at high prices from the global black market. They were forcibly ground into powder by the array masters of the Sirius Star Region and then melted into these eight pillars.

Ye Qingcheng was tightly chained to the bronze pillar in the center of the formation by two iron chains as thick as her wrists.

Her once spotless white robe was now stained with dried blood. The meridians in her limbs were firmly pinned down by twelve soul-suppressing nails.

"Special Envoy Ye."

A mixed-race man dressed in a pure white haute couture suit, with a thick cigar between his fingers, slowly walked up to Ye Qingcheng.

Charles, CEO of the S.H.I.E.L.D. Asia region.

"Your bones are harder than I thought."

Charles exhaled a thick white smoke ring, which landed on Ye Qingcheng's pale face.

"Twelve Soul-Suppressing Nails. Even an elephant would be begging for mercy on its knees in pain. Yet you didn't utter a single sound."

Ye Qingcheng kept her head down. Her disheveled hair obscured her eyes.

She didn't even glance at Charles.

"What kind of pain is this?"

Ye Qingcheng's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper being rubbed, but it carried a chilling fervor.

"Compared to the domineering power of my master when he used his Mahayana-stage true essence to cleanse my meridians, your childish tricks aren't even enough to tickle me."

Charles's eye twitched.

Standing beside him was an old man in a long robe. He was the newly elected acting president of the Ancient Martial Arts Alliance.

After the five reclusive elders were crushed into a bloody mist by Lu Yuan in Jiangzhou, the Ancient Martial Arts Alliance had long been a mere shell of its former self. This old man is now nothing more than a dog kept by the Shield Consortium.

"Ye Qingcheng! You traitor to the martial arts world!"

The old man pointed at Ye Qingcheng's nose and started cursing.

"You, a dignified Grandmaster of the Transcendent Realm, are actually willing to be a dog for a mere brat! Today, in this Heavenly Thunder Formation, your death is nigh!"

Ye Qingcheng finally raised her head.

She looked at the old man as if he were a pile of non-recyclable garbage already being pushed into the crematorium.

"You have no idea what you've messed with."

Ye Qingcheng twitched the corner of her mouth.

"Once our master steps into this place, you won't even have the chance to kneel and stuff your intestines back into your stomachs."

Snapped!

Charles slapped Ye Qingcheng across the face with his backhand.

A gash appeared at the corner of Ye Qingcheng's mouth. Blood dripped down her chin onto the white marble slab.

"You think I'm afraid of him coming?"

Charles threw the half-smoked cigar on the ground and crushed it with his leather shoe.

"I went to such great lengths. I even went so far as to expose all of the S.H.I.E.L.D.'s trump cards in China, setting up this magic-free force field."

Charles spread his arms and pointed to the eight alloy pillars around him that were emitting a faint glow.

"These eight pillars are forged from fragments of ancient boundary stones. If he dares to step even half a step into this plaza, all his true energy, magical power, and supernatural abilities will be completely drained within a fraction of a second."

Charles lowered his voice and leaned close to Ye Qingcheng's ear.

"Without those supernatural tricks, even if he were a god, he would be torn to shreds by my twelve S-class mutants today."

Ye Qingcheng remained silent.

She just looked at Charles. Her eyes were full of pity for his intellectual disability.

She had witnessed firsthand how Lu Yuan shattered a sky full of lightning with a single hand. That kind of power, defying all logic, didn't require any true essence at all.

......

The rain poured down.

A bulletproof Hongqi sedan with a special license plate from the Tianjian Bureau sped along the flooded ring road.

Chu Jianguo sat in the driver's seat, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. He had the accelerator floored.

Lu Yuan leaned back in the seat, his eyes closed.

The shadows of the streetlights outside the car window kept flashing across his face.

His breathing rhythm was strange. With each inhale, a dull rumbling sound came from his chest.

Without the suppression of true essence, the black chains of the Heavenly Dao Life-Stealing Curse are now completely embedded in his nascent soul within his sea of ​​consciousness.

pain.

That tearing sensation that spread from the depths of one's soul. If it were any other martial artist at the Divine Realm on Earth, they would have suffered a mental breakdown and severed their own meridians on the spot.

But Lu Yuan didn't even frown.

He was using this maddening pain to repeatedly cleanse the muscles and bones of his Mahayana-stage physical body. This body, locked by the laws of Heaven, was forcibly adapting to the current oppression in a way that defied common sense.

At the same time, his brain was rapidly sifting through the fragments of memory forcibly extracted from Zhou Ming.

The section chief who became a vegetable—his mind was filled with far more filth than Old Li imagined.

The magic field at the martial arts arena was not created by the S.H.I.E.L.D.

That was the Blood River Sect of the Sirius Star Region, which used the money and channels of the Shield Consortium to set up a blood-sucking pump on Earth.

The energy drawn away by the eight boundary stone pillars will not simply disappear.

All of it will flood into a karst cave 300 meters underground at the martial arts arena. There, hidden in China, lies the Sirius Star Region's second backup cross-border node.

If Lu Yuan uses even the slightest bit of his immortal techniques on the martial arts stage today, that energy will become the final piece of the puzzle to activate the node.

"Charles."

Lu Yuan opened his eyes. The temperature inside the carriage had dropped to freezing.

"They're smugly using each other as walking batteries. The brains of those overseas scum are full of shit."

Besides this, Zhou Ming also had another interesting piece of information in his memory.

Half an hour before Zhou Ming cut off the signal at Panlong Mountain, he received a garbled text message that would disappear after being read.

The sender's IP address. It was in Mr. Li's convoy.

Among the high-ranking officials of the Celestial Surveillance Bureau, Zhou Ming wasn't the only scoundrel.

Crunch!

The Hongqi sedan braked suddenly. The tires left a black skid mark more than ten meters long on the flooded road.

Chu Jianguo slammed his head against the steering wheel, scraping his forehead.

"Mr. Lu! There's no road ahead!"

Chu Jianguo, ignoring the blood, pointed outside the windshield.

The entrance to the winding mountain road is three kilometers away from the martial arts platform.

Two heavy armored vehicles were blocking the road completely.

On top of the armored vehicle, two six-barreled Vulcan cannons were mounted. The dark muzzles of the guns were pointed directly at the hood of the Hongqi sedan.

A dozen fully armed mercenaries stood in the rain. They were all wearing tactical exoskeletons from the S.H.I.E.L.D. conglomerate.

"This is a privately controlled area!"

A leading mercenary raised a megaphone.

"People inside the car, cover your heads with your hands and get out!"

Chu Jianguo drew his sidearm and, gritting his teeth, pushed open the car door.

"Please have a seat, sir. I'll go clean up..."

"Your firepower is barely enough to fill their teeth."

Lu Yuan pushed open the back door and stepped into the ankle-deep water.

Rain pelted his bare, muscular upper body, streaming down the grooves of his muscles.

He didn't use an umbrella. He just walked slowly towards the two armored vehicles.

"stop!"

The lead mercenary's eyes turned cold.

"Open fire! Turn him into a sieve!"

Da da da da!

Two six-barreled Vulcan cannons roared simultaneously. Long tongues of fire tore through two bright orange trajectories in the torrential rain.

A rate of fire of 6,000 rounds per minute. Even an elephant would be torn to shreds by the metal storm.

Chu Jianguo slumped over the steering wheel, closing his eyes in despair.

Mr. Lu is currently in a weakened state following the nuclear explosion!

however.

The expected scene of blood and gore did not occur.

Lu Yuan didn't dodge at all. He didn't even raise his hand to block.

Those armor-piercing rounds, capable of easily penetrating five-millimeter steel plates, struck Lu Yuan's chest, shoulders, and face with tremendous kinetic energy.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The dense clanging of metal was so loud it hurt your eardrums.

The moment the bullet struck Lu Yuan's skin, it was as if it had struck the hardest alloy in the world. It was crushed into pieces of scrap metal, falling limply into the puddle.

Not a single white spot was left on Lu Yuan's skin.

A physical body at the Mahayana stage. Even without the protection of true essence, its density far exceeds that of any known substance on Earth.

Several thousand bullets were fired.

The gun barrel was emitting blue smoke due to overheating.

A dozen mercenaries stared at Lu Yuan as if he were a monster, their eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

"Change...change to armor-piercing high-explosive rounds!"

The leader's voice cracked from shouting.

It was too late for him.

Lu Yuan had already walked up to one of the armored vehicles.

He stretched out his hands and grabbed the heavy anti-collision bumper of the armored vehicle.

Engage your lower back muscles. Your thigh muscles bulge and jut out.

bang.

The shock absorber springs of the armored vehicle made a snapping sound as they were overwhelmed.

To everyone's astonishment, Lu Yuan, relying solely on his physical strength, managed to lift the eighteen-ton armored vehicle off the ground.

There was no flow of true energy. There were no special lighting or shadow effects.

It's violence. The most primitive and purest form of overwhelming force.

Boom!

The armored vehicle tumbled 180 degrees in mid-air before crashing heavily into another armored vehicle.

The two enormous steel behemoths collided. They were instantly crushed into a twisted mass of scrap metal.

The dozen or so mercenaries inside didn't even have time to scream before they were crushed into puddles of rotten flesh that oozed out from the gaps in the car doors.

Lu Yuan patted the rust off his hands.

He glanced back at Chu Jianguo, who was still slumped over the steering wheel, trembling.

"Move the car further away. Don't get blood splattered."

After saying that, Lu Yuan turned around and continued walking up the winding mountain road.

......

Martial Arts Platform.

Charles sat in the makeshift rain shelter, watching the footage on the monitor screen.

The wine glass in his hand shattered with a snap. Red wine spilled all over the floor.

"That's impossible!"

Charles suddenly stood up.

"No energy fluctuations! The monitoring equipment can't detect any energy fluctuations from him at all! How could he possibly overturn an 18-ton armored vehicle!"

"That's external martial arts training."

The old martial arts master next to him wiped the cold sweat from his brow and tried to remain calm.

"Mr. Charles, don't panic. Even the strongest external martial arts have their limits. As soon as he steps into the plaza, the magic-suppressing force field formed by the eight boundary stone pillars will automatically activate, draining all the life force from his body."

Charles gritted his teeth.

"Have Number One prepare. The moment he steps into the square, immediately snap his neck."

Boom!

Two heavy iron gates at the edge of the square were kicked open from the outside.

The heavy iron gate, weighing several hundred kilograms, slid dozens of meters along the floor tiles before crashing into the boundary stone pillar with a loud thud.

Lu Yuan walked in.

He was shirtless. His trouser legs were soaked with mud and water.

The instant his toes crossed the red line at the edge of the square.

The eight ten-meter-high boundary stone pillars suddenly burst forth with a dazzling dark red light.

An inverted, semi-circular force field shield instantly enveloped the entire martial arts stage.

The spiritual energy in the air, and even the static electricity in the rainstorm, were all forcibly drawn out and gathered deep underground at this moment.

Charles stared intently at Lu Yuan, eager to see the monster kneel on the ground, panting like a dehydrated, dead dog.

but.

Lu Yuan didn't even pause for a moment.

He even looked up, taking a keen look at the dark red light shield above him.

"Use this defective product to hit me."

Lu Yuan shook his head.

"This damn water pump is so weak it couldn't even pluck a single hair from my body."

The physical body of a Mahayana cultivator has long since formed its own world. There is no leakage of true essence. This absolute demonic force field cannot even find a foothold.

"Number One! Kill him!"

Charles roared hysterically.

From the shadows behind the rain shelter, a colossal figure nearly three meters tall suddenly sprang out.

This is an S-class genetically modified human created by the S.H.I.E.L.D. at a cost of one billion US dollars. His entire body has been injected with gene serums from cheetahs and grizzly bears. His muscles are as tough as bulletproof armor.

With each step Number One took, a large crater was blasted open in the white marble slab.

He was like a runaway heavy tank, hurtling towards Lu Yuan with a piercing whistling sound.

A fist bigger than a clay pot. Heading straight for Lu Yuan's face.

Ye Qingcheng was chained to a pillar. Watching this scene, she let out a cruel, cold laugh.

Lu Yuan stopped in his tracks.

He stared at the enormous fist hurtling towards him. He had no interest in dodging it.

He simply raised his right hand casually, fingers spread.

It's like swatting a pesky fly.

He slapped him across the face.

boom!

A piercing thud exploded across the square.

There was no stalemate. There was no confrontation.

Number One's enormous head, covered in fleshy growths, was like a watermelon struck by a hammer the moment it came into contact with Lu Yuan's palm.

It shattered on the spot.

The powerful kinetic energy continued its relentless flow, transmitting downwards along the cervical spine.

Number One's supposedly invulnerable, three-meter-tall body was completely crushed into a uniform pulp in a fraction of a second, starting from the neck—bones, internal organs, and muscles.

Dark red blood mist sprayed backward in a fan shape, splattering Charles and the old martial arts master.

A headless, mangled corpse collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Lu Yuan shook the blood off the back of his hand.

He looked up at Charles, who was already petrified inside the rain shelter.

"Twelve coffins. I've already had them ordered."

Lu Yuan's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears in the empty square.

"Are you going to lie down in there yourselves, or should I chop you up and put you in?"