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"Gouging out eyes?"

Lu Chen let out a muffled, cold laugh.

The soul-controlling needle hidden in the crevice of the girl's skull suddenly unleashed a sinister suction force.

The needle tip glowed green, greedily tracing the scent of Anan's earlier murmurs.

An invisible black line of cause and effect pierced through the air and headed straight for the dark gold jade cocoon hanging on Lu Chen's chest.

They wanted to destroy the Primordial True Vision Spirit Eye remotely.

Lu Chen covered the jade cocoon on his chest with his left hand, his broad palm severing all breath.

His right hand suddenly shot out!

Two thick fingers, like iron clamps, completely disregarded any clever techniques or magic.

click!

He pinched the skin and flesh of the girl's neck with his fingers, and the power of the ultimate path suddenly erupted from his fingertips.

The immense squeezing force was forced into the bone crevices.

The extremely concealed soul-controlling needle was forcibly pushed out by the surrounding muscles, and with a "plop," it was forced out half an inch directly from under the skin!

The cold green light struggled wildly in mid-air.

The Soul-Controlling Needle is coated with a special poison made by the immortals, specifically targeting the soul. It begins to run wildly upon contact with living flesh and blood.

Lu Chen snorted coldly, and the Extreme Dao Small Blood Furnace in his chest roared.

A surge of pure yang blood fire rushed up the tendons of his right arm, directly burning his fingertips red!

"Sizzle!"

Rough fingers touched the edge of the wound on the back of the girl's neck, and the high temperature instantly scalded the surrounding skin, causing a layer of hardened scabs to form.

This is equivalent to building an insurmountable high-temperature wall around the wound.

Lu Chen pinched the half of the needle's end.

Pull it out little by little.

The needle was removed without any anesthesia; it was a completely forceful pulling motion.

It also led to a thin, long meridian stained with black blood.

The girl was jolted awake by the pain while she was unconscious.

She suddenly opened her eyes, her entire face contorted in agony, and sweat instantly soaked through her dry hair.

But she didn't cry out loud.

She tilted her head, opened her mouth, and bit the tattered sleeve of the skinny boy next to her.

The teeth rubbed against the fabric with a grinding sound, and the gums bled.

Large tears streamed down her face.

The medicine boys who descended to the earth were already used to the hellish methods of testing medicine by the immortals; they didn't even have the right to cry out in pain.

Lu Chen pulled out the Soul Control Needle, casually flicked it, and threw it directly onto the bluestone ground.

The Primal Ferocious Stele of the Desolate Bone that stood next to it suddenly exerted its power at the bottom of the Extreme Dao Abyss.

"Bang!"

The causal black line connecting the city lord's mansion was instantly crushed in two by the tenfold gravity field, breaking cleanly and decisively.

In the very center of the Immortal City, in the back hall of the City Lord's Mansion.

The supply officer was making hand seals, his face contorted with rage, preparing to enjoy the screams from afar.

Unexpectedly, the causal line on his finger suddenly snapped.

"puff!"

The supply officer tilted his head back and spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, which directly stained the bill in front of him red.

His legs went weak, and he slumped into the armchair, his chest heaving violently.

The backlash just now almost shattered his golden core.

"What kind of monster is that?!"

The supply officer wiped the blood from his chin, his voice trembling.

He was all too aware of the close-combat deterrent power of the Extreme Dao Body Cultivator.

Even the Nascent Soul Grand Elder was torn apart by hand. How could he, a Golden Core early stage cultivator in charge of logistics, possibly block that 110,000-jin giant stele?

The supply officer gritted his teeth and pulled a red-hot jade pendant directly from his storage bag.

This is the final trump card issued by the Immortal Alliance.

Scorched Earth Jade Order.

If these cultivators can't hold their ground, they won't leave the remaining inhabitants of the lower realm any way to survive.

"You want to use my medicine to save those peasants?"

The supply officer's face contorted in pain as he suddenly crushed the jade token to pieces.

Rumble!

The array inside the jade token was activated instantly.

The spiritual veins deep beneath the entire immortal city were forcibly drained by this extremely domineering force!

The intense heat generated the instant the spiritual vein ruptured transformed into invisible, ethereal fire underground.

Instead of burning down the city lord's white jade palace, this illusory fire precisely followed the array patterns and poured wildly into the slums, livestock sheds, and various outer medicine warehouses on the ground!

There is only one purpose.

Before leaving, burn all the supplies that you can't take with you.

Incidentally, burn all those tainted by karma to ashes, turning this land into a complete wasteland.

The ground outside the livestock shed and medicine warehouse began to tremble violently.

From the cracks in the bluestone slabs, large swathes of dark red flames surged forth, directly engulfing the mountain of foxtail grass.

Lu Chen stomped his big black iron boots heavily, and his extreme force field forcibly suppressed a piece of open space.

"Master Lu! Earth fire is erupting!"

The old merchant was so frightened that his face turned ashen.

"Take the dolls and herbs and evacuate the city immediately!"

Lu Chen turned around and grabbed the black iron chain on the ground.

"What about the corrupt officials in the city?"

The old vendor was so anxious he stamped his feet.

"He can't leave."

Lu Chen shouldered the 110,000-jin Zhentian Desolate Bone Primordial Ferocious Stele and strode out of the medicine warehouse.

Bare-chested and muscular, he faced the rising flames from all directions and stepped directly onto the long bluestone street leading to the city lord's mansion.

Each step lands.

The bluestone slabs shattered on the spot, and the entire street was trampled into pieces.

The old merchant dared not delay and called upon dozens of laborers to frantically load medicine onto the flatbed cart.

In the surrounding streets and alleys, those low-level rogue cultivators who were originally terrified saw the flames of delusion rising everywhere, and the city lord's mansion was too busy to take care of itself, so greed immediately overwhelmed their fear.

Seven or eight rogue cultivators, their eyes red, rushed out of the dark alley and reached out to snatch the sacks full of coarse salt.

"Get out of my way, you peasant! This medicine is mine!"

A rogue monk slapped a porter pulling a cart, knocking him over.

Before he could even touch the sack.

A flying sword and iron pickaxe with a wooden stick attached came crashing down with a whooshing sound!

"Pfft!"

The sharp tip of the pickaxe pierced the instep of the rogue cultivator with perfect precision, pinning him directly to the bluestone slab!

Blood spurted wildly.

The rogue cultivator let out a pig-like scream, clutching his foot and rolling on the ground.

The thin boy gripped the wooden handle of the pickaxe with both hands, his whole body trembling slightly from exerting too much force.

This was the first time in his life that he had wielded a weapon against a high and mighty cultivator.

The boy clenched his teeth, his large eyes filled with a fierce light forced out of him.

"Master Lu said so."

The boy's voice was hoarse.

"This medicine is the lifeblood of us common folk!"

The remaining porters, seeing this, were also filled with rage. They grabbed their tools and formed a protective circle around the flatbed cart.

At the end of the long street.

Lu Chen dragged the giant monument, smashing through more than a dozen hastily erected defensive arrays along the way.

They charged straight to the five-zhang-high gilded gate of the city lord's mansion.

There was no false fire spreading here; instead, the spiritual energy was so rich it was almost dripping with water.

Lu Chen kicked the door open.

In the central square of the city lord's mansion, there stands a huge stone tablet that is entirely blood red.

This is the core array eye of the drained earth vein energy eye—the Remains Blood Stele.

Lu Chen's gaze swept downwards, his teeth grinding together.

Beneath the base of the blood-red stone tablet, hundreds of small gray-white urns were densely packed together.

Each urn was filled with the ashes of child laborers who had been drained of their marrow!

The Immortal Alliance used this purest resentment to stabilize the meridian-drawing formation.

Directly behind the square.

The supply officer was scrambling to board a small spirit boat that was just about to take off.

A dazzling spiritual light emanated from the bottom of the spirit boat, carrying him slowly away from the ground.

The supply officer stood on the ship's side, watching the land rushing in below.

His face was full of arrogance, and the corners of his mouth were just starting to smirk.

Adam's apple bobbed.

He took a deep breath, ready to deliver a vicious sneer from above before leaving with a flourish.

Lu Chen didn't give him a chance to read his lines at all.

With a powerful stomp of his large black iron boots on the plaza tiles, he suddenly leaped into the air using the recoil.

He gripped the edge of the 110,000-jin (approximately 65,000 kg) Zhentianhuanggu Primordial Evil Stele with both hands.

The large muscles in the waist and back are stretched into a full moon shape.

The ultimate power exploded in mid-air!

Without uttering a single wasted word, Lu Chen, holding the massive, pitch-black stele, lowered his head and slammed it down on the blood-stained stele of remains!

"Boom—"

The enormous impact drowned out all other noises in the city.

The absolute weight of 110,000 jin, combined with the terrifying force of Lu Chen's fall.

The memorial stone, built on the foundation of a child's ashes, was smashed to pieces on the spot without even lasting a moment.

Debris mixed with dirt flew everywhere.

The array's power, which was frantically drawing spiritual energy from the earth's veins, was directly severed by this violent force.

The network of the Scorched Earth Jade Token completely collapsed, and the underground swirling flames, no longer guided by the array, violently accumulated beneath the City Lord's Mansion.

Not only that.

The moment the base of the monument crashed into the ground.

The tenfold abyss force field, like an inverted bell, shot directly into the sky, completely covering the airspace thirty feet above.

The small spirit boat, which had just taken off less than half a zhang (approximately 3.3 meters) away, suddenly sank.

The spirit boat's defensive shield shattered instantly.

The thick main keel emitted a teeth-grinding, twisting sound.

"Snap!"

The entire spirit boat snapped in two mid-air!

The airship was no match for the overwhelming downward force of gravity and was slammed down.

It crashed heavily into the underground flames that had just surged out due to the collapse of the formation.

"ah--"

The supply officer was instantly engulfed by the surging flames within the wreckage of the fallen spirit ship.

The cultivator's protective true essence was so fragile and utterly vulnerable in the face of this extremely violent earth fire.

He rolled around inside the fireball, his skin and flesh quickly turning black.

In the extreme fear of death, the supply officer used his last bit of strength.

His hands trembled as he crushed an ancient contract that gleamed with gold.

Those were the bounty contracts of all the rogue cultivators in the city who had taken out loans from the Immortal Alliance.

The contract is ignited.

In every corner of the city, hundreds of desperate souls who had originally wanted to escape simultaneously had crimson IOU bloodstains appear on their foreheads.

These wretched people, exploited to the lowest rungs by the immortal sects, were no longer afraid, but their minds were now controlled by the contract.

With bloodshot eyes and carrying magical artifacts, they charged fearlessly from all directions toward the city lord's mansion.

Lu Chen planted the Heaven-Suppressing Evil Stele on the collapsed square.

Hearing the increasingly intense shouts of battle all around.

He tore off the thick iron chain wrapped around his arm and faced the flying sparks.

"Good, very good."

The yakuza thug grinned and stretched his neck, which had just cracked.

"No matter how many come, I'll crush them all today."