Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

Amidst the deafening roar, the immense, unrestrained power of 100,000 jin was unleashed completely.

The massive, frost-covered serpent, said to be able to freeze the blood of ordinary people, crashed head-on into the 100,000-pound Primordial Bone Stele of Heaven-Suppressing Desolation.

The moment the two met, there was absolutely no room for any magical stalemate to continue in mid-air.

The enormous frost python couldn't even withstand half a breath of this pure violence. Lu Chen's extremely brutal brute force pierced through the python's indestructible frost head from top to bottom.

The absolute material force shattered the mysteries of the immortal arts. The enormous python convulsed violently in mid-air, instantly shattered by the immense pressure into countless crystalline ice powders, which then cascaded down into the ruins and mud below.

In mid-air, the leader of the Eastern Xuan branch of the Azure Sky Sword Sect suddenly clutched his chest.

With his natal magic weapon destroyed, the powerful backlash directly affected his golden core and internal organs. He tilted his head back and uncontrollably spat out several mouthfuls of thick, dark red blood, instantly staining his magnificent dark gold sword robe with bloodstains.

The old cultivator looked down at Lu Chen, who was filled with murderous intent and whose body was engulfed in blood and fire. He was horrified to find that he was locked in place by the violent physical aura. The surrounding space was being crushed by this deadly force, and there was no way to escape.

He rapidly formed a hand seal in front of his chest, his eyes were filled with dense red blood vessels, his entire face was contorted, and an extremely crazed look flashed in his eyes.

This was a desperate struggle, a last-ditch effort, a fight to the death.

Below, in the ruins of the dilapidated black market, lay hundreds of heavily wounded sword cultivators. Painful cries echoed throughout, all desperately hoping that their high-ranking branch leader would intervene and save them.

However, the branch leader directly formed his five fingers into a claw, pressed his palm downwards, and exerted tremendous force from a distance. He ruthlessly and forcibly extracted the life essence of the heavily injured sword cultivators below.

Strands of crimson flesh essence were forcibly torn from the crowns of the disciples' heads, transforming into blinding red rays that were forcefully poured back into the main branch in mid-air.

"To eradicate heretics and protect my Qingxiao for ten thousand generations!" The branch leader roared from his high position, using a grand and righteous tone to cover up his madness.

He frantically absorbed the essence and blood of his fellow disciples with both hands, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Borrowing your true essence for a moment, you will die a worthy death!"

A series of mournful and desperate curses immediately erupted from the ruins below. The once high and mighty cultivators were now being used as flesh and blood sacrifices by their own leader.

"You old scoundrel!"

"You'll die a horrible death!"

These curses were extremely vicious, all condemning the old thief for his utter lack of humanity. The branch leader completely ignored the screams of his fellow disciples before their deaths, his mind filled only with the wicked thought of dragging Lu Chen down with him.

Using this massive, bloody true essence, he forcefully pushed his hands outwards, forcibly activating the ultimate trump card bestowed upon him by the Nascent Soul Ancestor of the Azure Sky Sect—the half-step Nascent Soul level Crimson Annihilation Sword Intent.

A phantom crimson giant sword slowly rose behind the branch leader. As soon as the giant sword appeared, it exuded a terrifying bloody aura, and the air around the blade was violently distorted. Its sharp aura was enough to tear apart the nascent soul of a fourth-realm cultivator.

The inviolable pressure of the immortal Dao, emanating from a Nascent Soul cultivator, crashed down like a tidal wave, locking onto Lu Chen, who stood on the ground.

This lopsided duel directly turned into a dead end where flesh and blood directly confronted a terrifying killing move by a half-step Nascent Soul level cultivator.

Such overwhelming pressure was enough to make an ordinary Golden Core cultivator collapse and kneel on the spot. Lu Chen stood in the center of the ruins amidst the howling wind. Facing this immense pressure descending from the sky, the black skeleton within his body, with its foundation of 100,000 jin, emitted a defiant and earth-shattering roar.

His spine cracked and popped, each bone enduring an extremely terrifying tearing force. Lu Chen suddenly exerted force with both feet, crushing the void and rock layers beneath his feet, his large black iron boots sinking a foot deep.

No matter how powerful the immortal's majesty was, Lu Chen straightened his spine with his flesh and blood, refusing to retreat even a step.

He raised his extremely rugged face, pointed at the scarlet sword intent in mid-air, and roared wildly.

"If you can't beat them, call on your ancestors! You cultivators who have lived for hundreds of years are all giant babies who can't be weaned!" The rough voice drowned out the howling wind and snow, directly hitting the sore spot of the celestial beings and thoroughly exposing the hypocritical tactics of these high-ranking immortal sects who rely on their powerful backers.

"Today, let alone a fragment of sword intent, even if your ancestor's true form were to descend, I would still tear down your ancestral graves!"

As soon as the curses subsided, Lu Chen frantically pushed his Thousand-Layer Profound Iron Realm tendons to their limits. The blood within his body surged and danced wildly like boiling magma.

Dark red pure yang energy surged violently outside his dark skin. Immediately afterwards, the twelve ancient primordial runes within his body materialized as if they were alive, bursting forth directly through his body.

These dark golden, wild patterns, carrying a wild and ancient malevolent aura, tightly coiled around the 100,000-pound Primordial Bone Stele that suppressed the heavens. The black stele instantly shone brightly, and the destructive extreme power on its surface was completely revived.

Lu Chen perfectly fused his 100,000 jin of deadly strength with pure Yang blood fire. He suddenly squatted down, then stomped hard, causing the ground to explode into a huge crater several meters deep.

Lu Chen, along with the monument, transformed into a dark red whirlwind of death. Fearless of death, he met the lofty crimson sword intent head-on, directly counterattacking and forcefully striking at the invincible immortal pressure.

This was a devastating blow from a peasant remnant who had overthrown the power of a half-step Nascent Soul cultivator.

In mid-air, the 100,000-jin black stele collided violently with the half-step Nascent Soul sword intent. A terrifying gas explosion that caused temporary deafness swept in all directions, and the thick clouds within a hundred feet were directly shattered.

The extremely sharp immortal sword energy slashed down, causing a large area of ​​Lu Chen's indestructible black skin to rupture, and his flesh to be cruelly rolled outwards.

Most fatally, the thick purple tendons on his chest that sustained his power were cruelly severed by the sword energy, causing blood to gush out like a torrent.

He didn't even wait for the life force within his body to slowly repair this fatal injury.

His calloused hand reached towards the blood-soaked chest. His fingers roughly tore at the ends of the severed tendon. He pulled hard, using both hands to tie a tight knot between the two severed tendons! Then he taut it!

This extremely bloody physical method of stopping bleeding would cause anyone to lose consciousness from the pain. However, Lu Chen used this almost maddening pain to frantically stimulate the last of his extreme, violent death power within his body.

He gripped the black tablet tightly with both hands again, forcefully using the immense pressure of ten thousand jin of extreme power to roar and slam forward. Under the crushing force gained at the cost of extreme battle damage, with a loud crack, that lofty half-step Nascent Soul sword intent was instantly shattered!

Even after shattering the immortal's foundation, the residual power of the 100,000-jin black stele remained undiminished. A massive shadow, like an ancient divine mountain collapsing, plummeted downwards. The branch leader's crazed face froze completely, his eyes filled with extreme terror; he didn't even have time to scream.

The black stele slammed heavily onto his skull. Deep within the ruins below, the scheming Master of the Myriad Treasures Pavilion lay trembling in the mud. The heavy stele, carrying the branch leader's body, crashed down, precisely piercing through the layers of the ruins.

These two arrogant and domineering ants from the immortal sect had their bones shattered under the crushing force of 100,000 jin, their entire bodies completely smashed, turning into a pool of evenly mixed blood and mud on the spot, dying a complete and utter death.

Lu landed heavily. The immense power of 100,000 jin had drained his strength, leaving him nearly withered. His chest heaved violently, and his breathing was as heavy as a broken bellows. He walked nonchalantly to the pool of blood and bent down.

The large, thick fingers ruthlessly dug into the flesh, snatching the bone ring left behind by the shopkeeper. With a force of ten thousand jin gathered at his fingertips, he forcefully crushed the unsealing seal on it. A massive amount of top-grade water spirit stones tumbled out.

Lu Chen then casually shoveled the shattered fragments of the "Seven Absolute Swords of Profound Ice" from the rubble. He gripped these resources, which cultivators treasured, tightly in his large hands and began a ruthless plunder.

A muffled echo of blood furnace reverberated from his chest. Lu Chen pushed the last remaining pure Yang blood fire within his body to its limit. His calloused hands transformed into two miniature furnaces, the intense heat turning them a deep red.

Accompanied by a tooth-grinding sound of metal melting and crystal shattering, the indestructible top-grade water spirit stone and high-level sword soul were melted into a scalding, violent spiritual liquid in Lu Chen's palms.

Without any hesitation, Lu Chen crushed the ball of spiritual liquid. The dense and violent energy was forcibly absorbed into his withered body through the large pores of his skin and the ancient, primordial patterns that appeared on his skin.

The depleted and withered Qi and blood, replenished by this immense energy, began to roar wildly once more within the meridians. This powerful blood-replenishing technique, capable of melting anything, was filled with a visually striking and wild energy.

Having recovered most of his strength, Lu Chen straightened up and pulled an urgent jade slip from the bone ring. He pressed down with his large fingers, and several lines of blood-red secret orders were projected onto the jade slip.

This was precisely the "Extermination Order" issued by the Qingxiao Sword Sect out of fear that the Extreme Dao Flame would shake the foundation of its rule. The light screen clearly indicated that the Qingxiao Sect had bribed the Immortal Alliance's Enforcement Division with a large sum of money.

The Immortal Alliance's Enforcement Division tacitly approved their complete purge of the remaining inhabitants of the Thirteen Mining Districts of Dongxuan, leaving not a single cultivator alive. The Immortal Alliance's hypocritical nature was thoroughly exposed, and the terrifying crisis of exterminating the mines was now directly before them.

Lu Chen patted the unconscious A'nan on his back. His large hand, which had just crushed the blood mud and sword spirit and was covered in blood, accidentally brushed against the little girl's thick wolf skin, leaving a very conspicuous bloodstain.

Ah-Nan, who had been under constant protection, seemed to smell the strong stench of blood. A single tear, tinged with blood, slowly slid down the corner of the little blind girl's eye.

Those small, slightly cool hands reached out from the gap in Lu Chen's sleep and tightly gripped the large area of ​​torn, bloody flesh on his back.

"Lu Chen..."

The little girl's trembling voice murmured softly in the desolate night wind, "It doesn't hurt..."

Lu Chen's massive, mountain-like body suddenly stiffened.

The fierce, protective aura in his eyes surged to its peak in an instant.

The image of the tough guy and the fierce boy clinging to each other through life and death is frozen in the blood-soaked ruins. He clenched his fists and lifted up the 100,000-pound black monument dripping with the blood of his enemy.

His dark iron boots shattered the broken bricks and tiles on the ground. Lu Chen faced the fierce night wind of the desolate wilderness and strode forward with resolute steps!