Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

Lu Chen gripped the two broken swords that were still digging into his flesh with both hands.

With a wide grin, the small blood furnace in his chest cavity emitted a muffled roar.

The pure yang blood within his body suddenly surged back, and the dark red extreme blood fire flowed upstream along the severed sword.

Immortal artifacts are most afraid of this kind of domineering yang fire.

The lofty immortal sword intent hidden deep within the flying sword was forcibly pulled out by this violent temperature.

Lu Chen's right arm veins bulged, and he clenched his five fingers so hard that he crushed the illusory sword intent on the spot!

The two top-grade flying swords instantly turned into a pile of dull scrap metal.

The two arrogant Qingxiao stewards in mid-air were still laughing wildly.

The brutal backlash from the savage stripping of their sword intent instantly flooded their meridians.

The two clutched their heads and let out a bloodcurdling scream.

His soul shattered on the spot.

Their bodies tilted, they lost their balance, and stumbled and fell directly off the magical artifact, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

Lu Chen didn't give those bastards in the sky a chance to catch their breath.

The big black iron boots stomped hard on the bluestone slab.

The ground immediately collapsed, creating a large, cracked pit several meters deep.

He rose straight up from the ground and then plummeted down from mid-air.

With immense force, his right foot slammed down on the chest of one of the deacons.

The protective aura that the immortals were so proud of couldn't even withstand half a breath in the face of this brute force.

The deacon's chest cavity collapsed to the bottom, and his internal organs, along with his body, were crushed into a stinking mass of blood powder by that kick.

Blood mixed with visceral remains poured onto the edge of the altar.

The remaining deacon was terrified; he had never seen such a living Yama before.

He scrambled to his feet and pulled out a glittering golden talisman for escaping into the ground, then crushed it in one go.

Half of its body had just merged into the illusory earthen array patterns, preparing to run away.

"Where do you think you're going to crawl?"

Lu Chen reached out in the opposite direction, his large, iron-like hand roughly plunging into the newly emerging yellow light of teleportation.

Five thick fingers precisely gripped the deacon's throat.

With a sharp pull of his arm, he forcefully lifted the person out of the formation.

A raging, pure Yang fire erupted from his palm.

The high temperature instantly enveloped the butler's entire body.

The immortal essence and meridians within his body emitted a series of hissing sounds that made one's scalp tingle under this domineering high temperature.

Before he could even beg for mercy, the living person was burned to a charred corpse emitting black smoke on the spot.

Lu Chen loosened his fingers, and the charcoal smashed to the ground, breaking into more than a dozen sparking fragments.

The gaunt steward, high in the air, twitched his eyelids wildly.

Two elite Foundation Establishment cultivators at the peak of their cultivation were wiped out in just a few exchanges!

The old man went completely mad, spitting a mouthful of his life essence blood onto the surface of the Ten Thousand Souls Umbrella.

"You bastard, prepare to die!"

The black umbrella expanded and spun wildly, emitting a terrifying grinding sound from deep within its ribs.

Thousands of blood-red arrows, formed from the condensation of extreme resentment, rained down on Lu Chen.

The old man noticed that Lu Chen was protecting the leather pouch on his chest, so he deliberately covered all blind spots with arrows.

Lu Chen had that dark gold blood cocoon hanging on his chest, and A'nan inside absolutely could not be subjected to the slightest shock.

He didn't take a single step back, but turned around directly to face the broad back.

They didn't bother with defense at all, instead using their dark skin to withstand the most intense barrage of spells.

The sounds of flesh being torn apart exploded across the empty square.

The Vengeful Blood Arrow was extremely vicious, and dozens of deep, bone-revealing grooves were scraped into the flesh on Lu Chen's back.

The thick, dark gold veins were directly exposed to the air.

Blood mixed with sweat flowed down his face.

Lu Chen grimaced in pain, his fierce and violent aura reaching its peak.

This is the fighting style he wants: trading battle losses for the opportunity to kill opponents of higher ranks!

With a sudden twist of his right arm, the black iron chain instantly straightened.

The bones and tendons emitted a series of terrifying cracking sounds.

The 100,000-jin (50,000 kg) Primordial Ferocious Stele of the Desolate Bone that had been left behind was pulled in front of him with one hand.

A massive, ancient black wall firmly blocked the subsequent damage.

The remaining blood arrows relentlessly struck the black monument.

The thirteen ancient, desolate patterns on the surface of the ominous monument suddenly lit up with a dazzling purple light.

This light carried the absolute suppression of immortal magic by ancient physical cultivators.

The vengeful blood arrow was immediately reversed by the purple light upon touching the monument.

The black monument opened its mouth wide and devoured all the resentful and malevolent energy, turning it all into nourishment for its own inner strength.

The monument emitted a dull, resonant sound, like a burp.

Lu Chen had a 100,000-jin (approximately 50,000 kg) fierce monument

With long strides, he charged straight towards the core platform where the gaunt manager was located, launching an extremely savage attack.

This short distance of a hundred feet.

Thirty-six defensive spiritual light curtains blocked the way.

It's a joke in the face of the absolute pressure of the Black Monument.

The sound of shattering glass echoed through the sky.

All the immortal restrictions were violently smashed into countless fragments of light flying everywhere.

They were about to crash into the highest point of the formation.

Lu Chen flicked his right hand, sending the 100,000-jin heavy monument flying into the air.

All the power beneath the dark skin was poured into his right fist.

The profound power of the thousand-layered Daoist foundation was fully unleashed.

That enormous dark gold fist met head-on with the tip of the Myriad Souls Umbrella.

The earth-shattering roar caused hundreds of black iron and wooden pillars in the vicinity to break.

Force it through!

The core of the formation exploded on the spot.

The light of the Soul-Sealing Umbrella quickly dimmed.

Lu Chen did not stop.

He reached out with both hands, his ten fingers gripping the edge of the magical umbrella tightly.

His muscles bulged, and a roar came from his chest.

A violent, deadly force tore fiercely from both arms to the sides.

The extremely piercing scream of breaking metal echoed throughout the venue.

This mid-grade spiritual artifact, which was said to be able to trap Golden Core cultivators, was actually torn in half by Lu Chen inch by inch with his bare hands!

The tattered cloth pieces and broken umbrella ribs fell into the large pool of blood below with a clatter.

The fatal backlash from the destruction of the magical artifact immediately took effect.

The emaciated manager, his face ashen, coughed up blood and fell headfirst from mid-air.

It crashed heavily onto the blood sacrifice altar that was specifically for devouring people.

He clutched his chest, just about to struggle to his feet and begin chanting the incantation.

Lu Chen's imposing body descended from the sky with a suffocating wind pressure.

The sturdy feet were clad in thick, black iron boots without any fancy embellishments.

They landed with perfect precision on the left and right shoulders of the person in charge.

Click!Click!

The crisp sound of bones cracking echoed across the altar.

His shoulders and collarbones were crushed on the spot, the bare bones piercing through his bluish-gray Taoist robe.

Lu Chen's terrifying death weight nailed the old cultivator alive into the lowest layer of the altar's rock slab.

The stone slab was smashed, leaving two large craters shaped like human figures.

The emaciated steward was in so much pain that his face was contorted, his hands were completely useless, and he was still spitting out blood.

"You...you wicked demon..."

The old steward was still putting on airs of superiority, acting like the immortal sect was above everyone else.

Lu Chen's right foot moved down half an inch, stopping heavily at the old dog's dantian.

The golden elixir, cultivated for over a hundred years, emitted a mournful cry as if it were about to shatter beneath the iron boot.

"You're always so impeccably dressed, how come your true energy is as brittle as paper when I get close? Is this what you call a 'crispy-skinned immortal'?"

Lu Chen looked down from his high position and roared furiously.

He stomped down hard with his right foot.

The golden pill was instantly crushed into a puddle of mud mixed with broken bones.

The old steward's eyes bulged out, his mouth was wide open, and he was making hoarse gasping sounds in his throat. He couldn't even utter a single word of pleading.

Blood from Lu Chen's back flowed down his trouser leg and dripped onto the other person's face.

His face was crisscrossed with fat, and he let out a sinister laugh, looking exactly like an ancient demon descended to earth.

The large black iron boots rolled back and forth twice in that pile of blood and flesh.

"What kind of detached, otherworldly cultivation are you talking about? I'm asking you, does this mud stained with the blood of the common people taste sweet or bitter?!"

Lu Chen's rough voice drowned out the howling wind in the mine.

"Who claims to be invincible? Who dares to boast of being undefeated? I, Tu, will all have to bow down to me!"

The steward at his feet convulsed violently twice before finally losing all life, his head lolling to one side.

Lu Chen lifted his foot.

Big Mouth spat a mouthful of bloody saliva at the pool of rotting flesh with its eyes wide open in death.

"You must be drenched in sweat, Immortal Master!"

The domineering and arrogant shouts echoed for a long time above the huge altar.

The huge central square.

The thousands of miners, their necks bound by iron shackles, were now shrouded in utter silence.

They forgot to cry out, forgot to run away.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the high platform.

Looking at that berserk body that had withstood lightning and fire, and was now firmly treading on the corpse of a high-level immortal.

The celestial beings who had oppressed them for generations, reigning supreme and inviolable.

It was completely shattered under those two savage fists.

A full dozen or so breaths passed.

Below, in the pile of miners, the old man with half an arm missing suddenly knelt down in the mud.

He frantically pounded the ground with his remaining arm, letting out a hysterical roar.

"Master Lu!"

That sound ignited the largest fire in the haystack.

The humiliation that had been suppressed for over a century erupted like a volcano at this moment.

The deafening cheers nearly lifted the roof off the mine.

"Kill the immortals! Kill the immortals!"

Thousands of survivors roared wildly and desperately smashed the iron locks on their wrists.

The rules established by the Nine Provinces Immortal Alliance on this land have completely collapsed.

Lu Chen straightened up, just about to untie the dark gold blood cocoon on his chest to let A-Nan breathe.

Above our heads.

A layer of inky black clouds, a hundred times larger than before, pressed down without any warning.

A gigantic eye, entirely purplish-gold in color, tore through the clouds and fixed its gaze on the seventh mining area below.

The icy, ethereal music rumbled across the sky.

"Those who destroy the foundation of my Eastern Mystic Dao, those ants of the lower realm, shall be exterminated along with their entire families."