Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

The tall disciple on the right wing was still staring intently at the bushes in front of him when he suddenly felt a tightness in his ankle.

The thick, black iron chain wrapped around him without warning.

He didn't even have time to lower his head. A terrifying, irresistible force suddenly erupted from the end of the chains.

The tall man instantly lost his balance and crashed face-first into the muddy ground covered in rotten leaves. Two of his front teeth were knocked out, and his mouth was smeared with blood and mud.

"Pull me up! Help!"

He flailed his arms wildly, desperately digging into the mud on the ground.

But this force is completely unreasonable.

The tall man was dragged frantically into the dark forest behind him, his body pressed against the ground. The speed was astonishing. Rough tree bark tore through his robes, and sharp stones ripped through his prized protective true energy.

He frantically scratched at the ground with all ten fingers.

The fingernails were completely torn off. The bloody, mangled fingers had carved ten glaring bloody grooves into the muddy ground.

The screams were extremely shrill, tearing through the night wind and fading into the distance.

"Attack! Fire in that direction!"

The captain was the first to react. His scalp tingled with fear, and he frantically swung his flying sword, unleashing streaks of azure sword energy that seemed to come out of nowhere.

The short, fat man next to him and the remaining young disciple were also completely panicked.

They no longer cared about formations; their fingers, which were forming hand seals, were trembling.

"Fireball!"

"Wind Blade!"

A jumble of spells, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, rained down on the direction where the tall man had disappeared.

Several bursts of fire exploded in the forest, illuminating an area of ​​several dozen feet in radius. Thick tree trunks were severed in half by the wind blades, sending up clouds of black mud.

The firelight flickered only a few times.

Their divine senses were limited in this place, so they were fighting blindly. Their incredibly powerful telekinetic spells, apart from destroying a few trees and kicking up a cloud of mud, didn't touch Lu Chen at all.

It happened during a lull in the intense bombing.

A muffled thud came from the deepest part of the darkness. It was the sound of a skull being crushed by a tremendous external force.

The tall man's piercing cries for help came to an abrupt end at that moment.

It was cut off cleanly and completely. Not even a breath was left behind.

"Splash... splash..."

With the sound of leaves being crushed, the black iron chain, stained with mud and blood, was decisively retracted and disappeared back into the darkness.

The captain's eyes instantly turned bloodshot.

His proud understanding of cultivation was shattered at this moment.

This wasn't some ranged magic-casting demonic cultivator, nor a blood demon relying on blood essence to create formations. The opponent was a completely unreasonable melee monster. No magic combat. No hand seals. Just dragged you over and killed you.

"Don't scatter! All of you, get the hell together!"

The captain's voice was completely hoarse, and he screamed wildly at the remaining two.

The three of them scrambled backward.

There was no way out. They were forced to stand in front of that huge black stele.

"Stand against the rock! Don't expose your back to it!"

The three stood shoulder to shoulder, their backs pressed tightly against the rough rock surface of the stele, preparing for their final defense.

"Defense talismans! Bring them all out!" the captain shouted.

The short, fat man, his hands trembling, pulled out several golden talismans with intricate vermilion patterns from his storage bag.

He even stuttered while reciting the incantation, and then slapped the talisman on his chest.

"disease!"

The three of them simultaneously tried their best to stimulate their spiritual energy.

The high-level defensive talisman, which should have formed a golden shield, only flickered with two faint sparks after being attached to them.

Followed by.

The surface of the Dao stele emanated an extremely heavy suppressive force. This ancient force field pressed down mercilessly, instantly draining the spiritual energy that had been painstakingly gathered on the talisman.

With a soft "poof" sound.

The three golden talismans, which had cost a fortune, instantly turned into a handful of black ash.

It's just a piece of scrap paper.

"How is this possible..." The short, fat man looked at the black ash in his hand and slumped down.

Their means of survival were gone. In this place, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was completely locked away by this 30,000-jin stone, and the environment directly stripped them of their defensive magical artifacts.

Just as the three of them were completely plunged into despair.

A muffled whooshing sound suddenly came from the dense canopy above.

"Snap!"

A tree branch as thick as a bowl was broken off by force.

Lu Chen leaped directly to the top of the Dao Stele.

Above the 30,000-jin (15,000 kg) boulder.

A figure descended from the sky with the ferocity of a mountain pressing down.

Lu Chen brought his knees together and, with terrifying downward force, crashed straight down onto the three people below.

The raging energy of the eleventh layer of Iron Shirt Technique roared within his body. Beneath the iron-gray skin, his muscles were taut to their limit. This body, reshaped by the Extreme Furnace, combined with the gravity of a fall from a great height, possessed boundless destructive power.

The captain looked up abruptly, his eyes widening in disbelief.

"Stop him!"

He didn't have time to dodge at all.

Three longswords were raised simultaneously. The group hastily poured all the remaining true energy in their dantian into the flying swords, attempting to stop the falling mortal.

"when!"

A piercing metallic clang echoed in front of the cave.

Lu Chen's knees slammed heavily onto the longsword in the center. There was no suspense whatsoever.

The steel flying sword couldn't even withstand half a breath before snapping in two. Shards of metal flew everywhere. Under the crushing force, the captain felt his hands instantly split open, blood spurting out. His arm bones creaked and twisted with a sickening sound. The magical artifact was utterly reduced to scrap metal.

Lu Chen shattered their defenses.

He landed smoothly, his back touching the muddy ground before he immediately rose, using the force of his fall to roll forward violently.

With his right leg close to the ground and the black iron chain wrapped around his forearm, he swung out a sweeping leg without any fancy moves.

A strong wind howled.

The short, fat man didn't have time to react.

"Bang! Crack!"

The black iron chain and Lu Chen's leg bones slammed solidly into the short, fat man's calves. The sound of bones breaking was incredibly crisp.

The short, stout man's legs bent sharply in the opposite direction from the knees down. White bone fragments pierced through his flesh and protruded outwards.

"Ah—my leg!"

He collapsed into the mud, clutching his broken leg tightly with both hands, rolling around in the pool of blood, letting out a piercing scream.

The only remaining young disciple witnessed this scene firsthand.

The sword broke. The leg was broken. The talisman turned to black ash.

His Dao heart, which had been instilled with the belief that "the Dao of Immortality is invincible" day and night by the Immortal Sect, was completely shattered into dust under Lu Chen's relentless crushing.

"Don't kill me! No!"

The young disciple suffered a complete mental breakdown.

He threw down the flying sword, turned around, and ran wildly out of the woods, scrambling on all fours. He wailed and cried as he ran, not daring to look back, like a terrified stray dog.

The captain leaned against the black road marker.

My legs had long since gone weak and stiff, and I didn't even have the strength to pull my feet up.

Blood dripped from the tiger's mouth down the hilt of the sword.

He slowly raised his head.

Lu Chen stood up.

He was covered in mud and shirtless. There wasn't a trace of spiritual energy emanating from him.

Lu Chen turned around and looked down at the captain who was leaning against the rock.

The captain faced this ordinary boy head-on.

My mind went completely blank. The immortal techniques and sword moves that I could usually recite by heart were completely forgotten at this moment.