Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

The elder's neck was firmly gripped by that large, calloused hand.

He was lifted into the air, his toes kicking wildly off the ground.

A dignified Nascent Soul Ancestor, a figure whose cough alone could shake the entire cultivation world, was now being treated like a chick suspended in a mud pit.

This extreme sense of humiliation, mixed with the fear of dying at any moment, caused the old Taoist priest's face to turn purple.

He tried desperately to pry open the thick forearm with both hands, but couldn't budge it an inch. The old man gritted his teeth and stopped struggling, instead forcing out all the true fire in his dantian.

The Azure Sky True Fire surged wildly up the meridians of his arms, transforming into two extremely domineering flames that fiercely attacked the wrist that Lu Chen was using to hold his neck.

This is the ultimate killing move of a Nascent Soul cultivator, its temperature terrifyingly high.

The surrounding air crackled and popped as it was heated.

The dark skin on Lu Chen's wrist directly withstood the high temperature, and the surface of the skin hissed.

Thick plumes of white smoke billowed out from where the two were in contact, and the pungent smell of burning wafted out with the heat.

Lu Chen's rough face, covered with stubble, remained completely still, without even a furrow of his brow.

Within his broad chest, the Supreme Blood Furnace immediately unleashed its most ferocious reaction.

boom!boom!

My heart was pumping blood frantically, the beating sounds like a continuous war drumbeat.

A massive amount of pure yang blood surged violently out through the thick meridians, directly flowing back into the immortal fire burning in from outside!

This fierce and unparalleled pure yang blood energy is completely unreasonable.

Not only was it not suppressed by the real fire, but it also treated this lofty celestial essence as the cheapest, lowest-grade fuel.

The extreme blood fire clashed fiercely with the immortal true fire.

The last impurities beneath the sedimentary membrane were forcibly removed by this almost barbaric backflow.

The wrist, which was originally hissing and smoking, was not charred. Instead, the dark skin membrane faded, and a layer of hard, inviolable dark gold light quickly appeared on the surface.

The old man used all his strength to burn with true fire, forcibly helping Lu Chen complete a reverse body tempering.

The elder stared wide-eyed, his eyes filled with a chilling redness.

Despair completely overwhelmed his reason.

He discovered that the real fire not only failed to burn off any of the other party's meridians, but the strength of the large hand on his neck was becoming increasingly abnormal.

The neck bones were being squeezed so hard they were cracking, and they were about to break.

He opened his mouth wide, but couldn't inhale a single breath.

Lu Chen let out a thunderous roar.

He wasn't going to give the old man a chance to breathe any longer, and suddenly pulled his left arm back fully.

The entire profound essence of the 1001st level was pressed onto the dark golden fist bone.

Accompanied by a sharp, ear-piercing sonic boom, the heavy punch landed squarely on the elder's abdomen without any fancy moves.

The old Taoist's remaining protective aura was so fragile that it shattered instantly upon being struck by a heavy punch.

A series of crisp, rapid cracking sounds of bones breaking rang out.

The elder's ribs were snapped cleanly, and sharp bone fragments pierced through his internal organs.

The powerful punch continued its momentum, piercing right through his dantian!

A bloody crater the size of a large bowl, a truly horrifying sight, exploded directly in his abdomen.

The rich true essence inside was desperately leaking out along the rotten flesh, dripping into the muddy pit.

A piercing scream was forced out from deep within the Grand Elder's choked throat.

On his deathbed, he bit his tongue hard and spat out a mouthful of his heart's blood.

A sharp sword cry echoed from the horizon.

Upon hearing its master's call, the natal flying sword in the distance transformed into a blinding blue light and shot towards him at lightning speed, attempting to save its master and protect him.

The green mango moved so fast it was almost invisible to the naked eye, piercing straight into Lu Chen's back.

The flying sword had just entered the ten-zhang range of the heavy abyss force field emanating from the black monument.

The spiritual light on the sword instantly went out.

A force field ten times stronger than death gravity brutally suppressed the flying sword. It didn't even have time to turn before plummeting to the ground with a loud thud.

This magical artifact, capable of severing hair with a single blow, was crushed into the mud by the force of gravity, leaving only the hilt sticking out and unable to move an inch.

Lu Chen strode forward and pressed down, his thick arms suddenly changing the direction of the force.

He loosened the old Taoist's neck and roughly grabbed the elder's shoulders and collarbone with both hands.

The dark gold veins on his back bulged out, and his muscles suddenly expanded.

He gripped his shoulders and ripped them apart violently!

The violent, extreme death force directly tore apart the immortal's physical body.

Large swaths of warm blood turned into a red rain that raged outwards.

Two delicate, well-maintained arms, like those of an immortal, were brutally torn off by Lu Chen at the shoulder joint, accompanied by a teeth-grinding tearing sound.

The cut was a bloody mess, with white joint bones hanging from fascia and dangling wildly.

The excruciating pain drove the Grand Elder to utter madness.

The old man's face was covered in blood, and his expression was extremely ferocious.

"Demons of the lower realms!"

The elder roared wildly in his lisping voice.

"So what if you tear off this physical body of mine! My Azure Sky True Soul will still reign supreme in the heavens!"

"You vile insects! You'll never even touch the true Dao!"

Lu Chen casually tossed the bloody severed arm in his hand into the muddy water.

He lifted his large black iron boots.

The sole of the boot, imbued with the force of death, stomped heavily on the chest of the mangled body.

Click!

The elder's spine was completely broken in two by that foot, and his entire upper body was twisted and fractured in the opposite direction.

Lu Chen grinned widely, spitting saliva onto the other person's bloodied and mangled face.

"The Great Way?"

"I don't understand any of this bullshit 'Great Dao'! All I know is that my fists can crush you, and I am the Great Dao!"

The outer perimeter of the square.

Thousands of the remnants of the Xiatu people stared intently at the bloody and brutal scene.

The Nascent Soul Ancestor, who was usually aloof and could decide life and death with a single word, was now being torn to shreds by a rough, uncouth man from the wilderness.

The silence lasted only half a breath.

A thunderous, frenzied roar erupted from the crowd.

The old man with the missing arm, holding a worn-out pickaxe, led the survivors behind him in a frenzied shouting, releasing all the resentment in his chest at that moment.

In a muddy pit.

The Grand Elder's mangled body convulsed violently twice before finally breathing again. His life force drained away, and his physical body utterly perished.

In that very instant.

The old Taoist priest's crown shattered with a loud bang.

A tiny, three-inch-tall, blue-green Nascent Soul figure suddenly shot into the air from the cracks in its shattered skull.

The nascent soul did not scatter and flee.

Her tiny face was filled with resentment.

The Nascent Soul's escape speed was outrageously fast, leaving a trail of azure lightning in mid-air.

In just a tenth of a blink of an eye.

The cyan nascent soul transformed into an invisible and extremely insidious thread of soul energy, rushing straight towards the wolf skin pouch on Lu Chen's chest.

Its goal is very clear.

He directly seized Ah Nan's clean and pure body, and was reborn through her body!

Ultimate body cultivation does not involve cultivating the primordial spirit.

Lu Chenkong possessed 110,000 jin of ferocious death force, but he had no means of using divine sense to probe.

The invisible, sinister threads of soul energy had already clung tightly to the edge of the wolfskin pouch.

The naked eye simply cannot detect the movement of this thing.

Completely oblivious to the deadly intent closing in on his heart, Lu Chen found himself in a passive and inescapable predicament for the first time.