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In mid-air.

The leader of the Eastern Xuan branch of the Azure Sky Sword Sect stood in the void, his wide, dark gold sword robe fluttering in the surging true energy. In his withered hand, he gripped a main banner for breaking formations tightly.

The surface of the banner was covered with intricate runes, and it was extremely hot, constantly emitting a sizzling sound.

Directly in front of the branch leader stood a hundred elite sword cultivators dressed in Taoist robes.

The true essence within the dantian of the hundred people resonated wildly, forcibly draining the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a radius of several hundred feet. The massive, deadly killing formation that enveloped the underground stone chamber had only five breaths left before it was about to completely close and seal itself off.

The array's light barrier continued to shrink inward, emitting a deafening tearing sound.

Outside the stone chamber, in the muddy ground, puddles of water bubbled and churned.

The portly head of the Wanbao branch knelt in the stinking mud, his entire body trembling violently. The mud stained his expensive robe adorned with coins and ingots, but the old merchant didn't care at all.

He braced himself on the ground with both hands, strained to look up at his fat face, which was covered in cold sweat, and kowtowed repeatedly to the branch leader in mid-air.

"Your Excellency's might is unparalleled!" the fat sect leader shouted at the top of his lungs, his face full of nauseating obsequiousness. "This peasant from Xuanni City is ignorant of his own limitations, daring to run wild on the branch's territory. I've been stalling for time for you, Your Excellency; this bastard will definitely not escape!"

The immortal cultivators were high above, while the merchants on the ground were groveling and obsequious. This disgusting and treacherous collusion was on full display at this moment.

The branch leader didn't even lower his head, nor did he bother with the fat man's flattery. Extreme disgust and violent killing intent surfaced on his gloomy face.

"Does a mere heretic body cultivator who doesn't cultivate true essence deserve to waste my energy?" The branch leader suddenly raised his wrist. "No need to merge the formation."

"Summon thirty Bing Fire Thunder Pearls and blast this stone chamber to smithereens!"

"Remember, spare that peasant's breath. I intend to capture him alive, publicly dismember him, and burn him like a lantern for a hundred years, as a warning to the wicked people of this land!"

The hundred sword cultivators clasped their hands in unison to receive the order.

These cultivators, who usually pride themselves on saving all living beings and being aloof and superior, act without any scruples, completely disregarding the lives of the rogue cultivators in the surrounding black market. The vicious methods of the higher-ups in the immortal sects are far more cruel than those of the demonic cultivators.

Thirty elite Foundation Establishment stage cultivators simultaneously raised their hands.

Thirty crimson Bing Fire Thunder Pearls flew out of his hand.

These extremely expensive lightning orbs, their surfaces wreathed in raging, destructive lightning, hurtled down with a sharp, tearing whistle as they crashed straight down onto the two-foot-thick basalt black stone door below.

Inside the stone gate.

The thick basalt blocked out the outside noise, and the air inside the stone chamber was extremely stuffy.

Lu Chen stood shirtless, legs spread apart, in a deep, stable squatting stance. Every muscle in his body was visibly bulging, with thick veins protruding from the surface of his dark skin.

Pure Yang Qi and blood surged wildly through his meridians, producing a deafening roar.

Lu Chen reached back and touched his chest.

The rough, large hands tugged back and forth on the bowstrings of the demonic python that bound Anan.

The wolf pelt protected the little girl completely, the bowstring digging deep into her flesh, making it impossible for it to come loose. Little A-Nan buried her face in Lu Chen's firm chest, her small hands gripping the rough black cloth collar tightly.

Having confirmed that the young girl was safe, Lu Chen let out a muffled roar that shot straight to his skull.

He bent down.

Those large, calloused hands gripped the bottom edge of the massive, ten-thousand-pound Zhentian Desolate Bone Primordial Ferocious Stele in front of them.

"Give me a name!"

A wild, extreme force of death erupted.

He pulled the heavy monument, weighing 100,000 jin, from the ground with his bare hands!

Lu Chen's thick spine emitted a series of dense grinding sounds, and his entire body arched forward exaggeratedly due to the extreme pressure, bending into a full moon filled with extreme power.

He simply held the black stele, which exuded an ancient and malevolent aura, horizontally across his broad chest.

At this moment, there were no fancy immortal techniques, no mysterious formulas of the five elements, only the purest, most primitive, and most savage ultimate flesh and blood power! He wanted to treat this 100,000-pound heavy object as an indestructible siege hammer!

Outside the stone gate.

Thirty Bing Fire Thunder Pearls have already struck the surface of the basalt gate, and the destructive power of the thunder and fire will be completely detonated in the next instant.

In the split second between life and death.

Lu Chen, behind the door, suddenly pushed off the ground with his right leg.

The thigh muscles suddenly contracted and exerted force, directly compressing the air and instantly unleashing a muffled sonic boom that ripped through the eardrums! The Supreme Blood Furnace within his body had reached its true peak state, and the pure Yang blood and qi were completely boiling.

The extremely hard basalt slab beneath their feet offered absolutely no support. The slab was crushed into dust by this incredible, brute force.

Holding the 100,000-jin black tablet, Lu Chen carried terrifying kinetic energy that could sweep everything away. Facing the dark and heavy stone door, he launched the most unreasonable and ruthless death charge!

"Bang--!!!"

An extremely terrifying, earth-shattering roar erupted in the very center of the black market! A massive monument weighing 100,000 jin slammed heavily onto the basalt gate.

The spiritual veins deep within the earth's strata emitted a chilling, frantic wail, causing the ground within a radius of several miles to violently tremble.

A violent shockwave swept outwards.

The foul-smelling swamps on the outskirts were instantly evaporated by the high-temperature, high-pressure airflow, and the dried mud was swept into the air.

The two-foot-thick basalt black gate didn't even have the power to block it half a step. Under the forceful penetration of this immense, deadly force, the black stone gate instantly shattered into countless sharp fragments of rock.

These fragments of rock, carrying deadly kinetic energy, shot wildly towards the immortal sword cultivators' camp outside the gate.

In mid-air outside the door.

The thirty Bing Fire Thunder Pearls had just exploded into dazzling crimson tribulation flames, and before they could unleash their destructive power inward, Lu Chen's overwhelming, savage death force had already forcefully pushed them out.

The extremely violent impact force directly severed the operation of the array patterns within the Thunder Pearl. The tribulation power of thunder and fire, which the immortals were most proud of, was actually resisted by this savage force of flesh and blood, and was brutally suppressed!

Crimson lightning, mixed with chaotic spiritual energy, surged backward, crashing towards the sword cultivator who had formed an array in mid-air!

The hundred elite sword cultivators didn't even have time to react; their fingers, which had just formed a defensive incantation, froze in place.

The basalt fragments shot out so fast that they were reduced to blurry black streaks.

The dozen or so sword cultivators who were hit first didn't even have time to raise their protective aura. Sharp stones mercilessly pierced through their chests, and some even shattered their pelvises.

Blood gushed out.

Before they could even utter a scream, these dozen or so lofty immortal cultivators were torn apart into a dozen or so gruesome and blinding clouds of blood mist. This bloody and cruel crushing was extremely violent.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust.

The heavy footsteps could be heard very clearly.

Lu Chen's majestic, mountain-like body slowly emerged from the rubble and ruins.

He was shirtless, and on the surface of his dark skin, thick, unrestrained dark gold patterns shimmered with dazzling light. Anan lay quietly against his chest.

Lu Chen suddenly exerted force downwards with one arm.

He slammed the 100,000-jin (50,000 kg) Primordial Evil Stele of the Desolate Bone of the Heaven-Suppressing Demon to the ground.

"Click—"

The half of the black market street, paved with bluestone slabs, could no longer withstand the extreme weight. Large cracks appeared on the street surface, with fissures as thick as an arm spreading wildly in both directions, and most of the street collapsed three feet into the ground on the spot.

An extremely oppressive and arrogant aura enveloped the entire area.

The Eastern Branch Master of the Azure Sky Sword Sect, suspended in mid-air, was experiencing uncontrollable, violent twitching of his face. His former air of superiority and composure had completely vanished.

He had cultivated immortality for two hundred years, and this was the first time he had ever witnessed a monster that could defeat a high-level thunder pearl with just its flesh and blood body without using any spiritual energy of heaven and earth!

This unconventional and overwhelming force directly shattered the branch leader's proud worldview of cultivation.

He keenly realized that this was far more than just killing a dozen or so disciples. The power displayed by this country bumpkin was a direct provocation against the entire immortal system.

If this heresy cannot be completely eradicated here, the foundation of the immortal sect's rule, which suppresses the nine provinces and treats mortals like dirt, will face a tremendous crisis of collapse. Maintaining absolute class rule is far more urgent than simply seeking personal revenge.

On the long, ruined street, only the mournful sound of the wind blowing through the stones could be heard.

Lu Chen released his grip on the black monument, raised his extremely rugged face, grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth.

"Pooh!"

Lu Chen turned his head and spat a mouthful of bloody saliva into the ruins beneath his feet with extreme rudeness. He extended his thick index finger and pointed it directly at the Dongxuan branch leader in mid-air, his voice filled with extreme arrogance and mockery.

"Is this all you celestial beings are worth?"

Lu Chen patted the huge black stone tablet beside him and burst out laughing.

"My tombstone hasn't even warmed up in this basement yet, and you bunch of lackeys of the immortals, how come your bones have already turned to mush?"