Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

The wind howled from the punch.

Lu Chen pushed forward with his thick right arm, showing no intention of slowing down at all.

Ten thousand jin of extreme, deadly force surged through his muscles, mixed with pure Yang energy forced from his bone marrow, and crashed down fiercely against the so-called indestructible "Mystic Turtle Sea-Suppressing Shield".

This punch contained no clever tricks; it was nothing more than the most unreasonable, head-on clash of two ordinary folks fighting.

"boom!"

An extremely piercing sound of tortoise shells shattering exploded in the air above the poisonous swamp.

The treasure that had been nurtured in the dantian of a Golden Core cultivator for a full hundred years, with its three-foot-thick, continuous deep green spiritual light, couldn't even withstand half a breath in the face of this absolute, extreme pressure.

The crisp sound of glass shattering echoed throughout the room.

The shield itself let out an extremely mournful cry, and was instantly shattered by the brute force of 100,000 jin, exploding into a sky full of scrap metal and scattered fragments of spiritual energy.

The cultivator's face twitched violently, and terror spread across every wrinkle on his cheeks.

There was no time to retreat, not even a chance to scream.

Lu Chen's rough, large fist, brimming with ferocious bloodlust, slammed straight into the man's thin chest.

The sound of flesh being torn apart was dull and terrifying.

Lu Chen reached directly into the other person's heart with his five fingers.

The round golden elixir, brimming with high-level immortal energy and representing the immortal path to longevity, was tightly gripped in the palm of this large, calloused hand.

The fiery elixir of immortality pulsed wildly between his fingers, trying to break free from this savage restraint.

Lu Chen grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth in a smile that sent chills down one's spine.

"What do you celestial beings care about, 'A celestial being touches my head, granting me immortality'?" He leaned closer to the face contorted in agony, his voice rough and grating on the eardrums. "I'm a rough man, I don't understand this hypocrisy."

He began to exert force with his hands, his knuckles cracking loudly.

"All I know is how to snap your necks and send you straight to the afterlife!"

Before the words had even faded, his five fingers mercilessly clenched inward.

"Snap!"

The Golden Core cultivator, feared and avoided by everyone in the cultivation world, had his original Golden Core crushed by his bare hands!

A completely out-of-control, destructive storm of spiritual energy exploded directly in Lu Chen's palm.

A blinding white light engulfed the surrounding ten-zhang space, and the turbulent flow of spiritual energy transformed into countless invisible sharp blades, frantically slicing through everything around them.

Lu Chen, who was the first to be hit, was completely engulfed by the force of the self-destruction.

The power of the Golden Core's self-destruction was indeed impressive. The chaotic spiritual energy blades scraped against the dark membrane, producing a series of teeth-grinding metallic friction sounds.

Countless fine white scratches were scraped off the surface of the skin, and faint dark red blood vessels seeped out from the pores.

The superficial defenses of the Iron Shirt were barely torn open by this attack.

However, that's all the damage caused.

The Supreme Blood Furnace in Lu Chen's chest emitted a deafening roar, its enormous heart sounding like an ancient war drum.

The pure yang blood and fire flowed upwards along the thick meridians.

The terrifying vitality instantly soothed the superficial wounds, and in the blink of an eye, the blood that had surfaced was evaporated by the high temperature.

The massive body returned to its deep, dark iron glow, without even a scratch.

He shook his right hand, which was covered in blood and flesh fragments, and exhaled a heavy breath of hot air.

The remaining Golden Core cultivators on the side could no longer hold back; their hearts were pounding in their throats, and their eyes were bloodshot.

One of them pointed at Lu Chen, who resembled a demon god amidst the blood and grime, his face flushed red, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "Crushing a golden core with your bare hands... You peasant are even more ruthless than us! Who is the real demonic cultivator here?!"

Lu Chen took a big step forward, his foot slamming heavily into the toxic water pit, splashing black mud everywhere.

"Stop pretending to be so high and mighty in front of me!"

He pointed at the group of arrogant cultivators, his rough voice filled with undisguised mockery.

"You climbed your way up by stepping on the heads of the remnants of the lower realms, digging up our bones to refine medicine, all of you hypocritical and righteous, didn't you find it cruel?" Lu Chen spat. "Now that I've crushed a broken golden core, I've become a demon?"

"Screw your rules of the immortal sects!"

The large foot suddenly slammed into the ground.

The immense brute force of 100,000 jin beneath his feet suddenly erupted.

The muddy mixture that had been trapped underground was forced out by this force, transforming into dozens of dark, deadly arrows that shot towards the questioning array cultivator.

The array cultivator hurriedly summoned several high-level defensive talismans, attempting to block the mud and water arrows.

In this brief moment of entanglement, Lu Chen made a move.

He slumped his right shoulder and exerted force with his upper arm, pulling the century-old black iron chain wrapped around his arm taut.

The 100,000-jin [Suppressing Heaven Desolate Bone Primordial Evil Stele] transformed into a black horizontal meteorite, accompanied by a terrible sonic boom that tore through the air, and chased after another Golden Core elder who was preparing to flee frantically to the west.

The elder didn't even dare to turn his head, desperately urging the top-grade flying sword beneath his feet to move.

However, the speed of the ominous monument was completely beyond reason.

"Bang!"

The heavy monument slammed mercilessly onto the back of the fleeing man.

Under the absolute force of death, the Golden Core cultivator, along with his prized flying sword, was shattered in mid-air.

The flying chunks of flesh and metal scraps were smashed into a uniform pool of red and black sludge, which fell into the poisonous swamp below.

Using the recoil from throwing off the fierce monument, Lu Chen exerted force with his feet, his thick legs slamming into the ground, and he was lifted into the air for a full ten feet.

He twisted his waist in mid-air and bent his knees.

Those massive black iron boots and hard knees transformed into rugged, towering logs used for conquering cities and fortresses. With terrifying downward momentum, they aimed at the back of the last Golden Core elder who was fleeing south and slammed down on him.

The piercing screams abruptly ceased.

His knee shattered all of the opponent's protective qi.

The Golden Core elder's spine was snapped into hundreds of pieces the instant it made contact.

One fatal blow!

In less than half an incense stick's time, the five once invincible Golden Core cultivators were reduced to two fleeing survivors who disappeared completely into the depths of the poisonous forest.

Lu Chen landed back on the ground and strode out, not bothering to chase after the two who had escaped.

A small number of the Foundation Establishment stage sword cultivators scattered on the ground were still breathing, lying in pools of blood, convulsing in pain.

Lu Chen bent down and used his two thick fingers to pick up the broken flying sword from the mud.

He strode over and swiftly brought down the knife.

One cut, one kill.

Without mercy, extremely brutal.

The broken sword mercilessly pierced the hearts of every Foundation Establishment cultivator who was still breathing, and the blood completely stained the entire swamp red.

After the slaughter, Lu Chen walked to the pile of mangled flesh of the Golden Core cultivator.

He bent down and rummaged through the sticky blood clots, pulling out a high-level storage ring that gleamed with a purplish-gold luster.

A cold smile appeared on Lu Chen's fleshy face as he pinched the slender purple-gold ring between his thick thumb and forefinger.

His knuckles turned white as he unleashed a torrent of finger strength.

There are no complicated steps involved in unraveling the formation; it's all done through the most primitive and violent kneading.

It was accompanied by a tiny, extremely tooth-searing popping sound.

The intricate array patterns on the storage ring could not withstand the pressure and collapsed completely on the spot.

The gold ring cracked, and its contents spilled out onto the floor.

A large number of top-grade spirit stones exuded an alluring spiritual energy, several jade bottles filled with low-grade pills rolled into the mud, and even a palm-sized, exquisitely carved "Three Luminaries Mystic Gold Plate" fell into the bloodstains.

Lu Chen showed no mercy.

He immediately untied the tattered cloth bundle sewn from animal hide from his waist, squatted down, and swept all the treasures exuding immortal energy, along with the spirit stones stained with blood and mud, into it.

It hung heavily on my waist.

They devoured everything, leaving no trace of the immortals' "junk."

After putting away the spoils, Lu Chen straightened up.

The primordial blood within his chest suddenly throbbed wildly.

The intense vibration of the shared blood and qi transcended an unimaginable distance, clearly impacting his nerves along the thick meridians.

This sensation came from an extremely distant place; it was incredibly tragic, carrying a fierce and resolute air of someone ready to die.

Lu Chen looked up towards the west, his eyes instantly blazing with murderous intent.

"The spark I gave away is fighting for its life!"

He clenched his back teeth, his knuckles cracking.

"I don't have time to waste with you bunch of rotten immortal cultivators!"

A wind rises over the vast wilderness.

That distant resonance of blood ties crossed countless mountains and rivers, directly penetrating the battlefield in the far west.

Deep within the Beast Plains, the ancient broken spear in Li Laosi's hand is stirring up a bloody storm among the hordes of monsters...