Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

The Azure Water Qilin opened its large mouth, which was full of fangs.

A low roar exploded in mid-air.

The sound crashed into the muddy alley. The dilapidated mud walls on both sides could not withstand such force, and the yellow adobe bricks cracked instantly in large areas.

Large chunks of mud mixed with gravel fell down in a rustling sound.

"My ears!"

"Help!"

Ordinary people covered their ears with their hands, their screams merging into one. Their eardrums were ruptured by the force of the shock, and red blood flowed from between their fingers down their necks.

Everyone lay prone in the sewage pit, not even daring to look up at the sky.

Several streaks of white sword light slid out from the side of the spirit boat.

Several outer disciples of the Azure Sky Sword Sect, dressed in white, descended on flying swords. Their clothes were pure white and translucent, completely free of any dust. Their sleeves fluttered as they hovered half a zhang above the ground.

Deacon Zhao, who was originally lying in the mud outside Old Zhang's yard, immediately changed his expression when he saw the sword lights.

He casually wiped his face with his mud-covered sleeve, hunched over, and jogged forward to meet her.

He was practically glued to the ground. He forced an extremely fawning smile and bowed repeatedly.

"Oh my! Esteemed immortals, your presence is a great honor to Xuanni City!"

Deacon Zhao rubbed his hands together, his face full of flattery.

"I've already led my men to clear both sides of this muddy alley! These lowly people have all been chased to the base of the wall, and the road is completely cleared so it won't get in the way of the immortals!"

The leader of the outer disciples was named Li Changfeng.

He frowned and covered his mouth and nose with his hand, which was adorned with a jade thumb ring.

He glanced down at the flying sword at his feet.

A tiny speck of dust, stirred up by the muddy alley, clung to the blade.

"So dirty." Li Changfeng flicked his sleeves with disgust, his tone revealing extreme annoyance.

He didn't even glance at Deacon Zhao, casually complaining, "There are too many ants, even the air stinks. This wretched place, Xuanni City, makes me feel disgusted just stepping on it."

Another disciple named Wang Xuan stepped forward to chime in.

"Senior brother, bear with it. Who told the Holy Maiden to insist on this severing of worldly ties during her return home?" Wang Xuan looked around at the dilapidated mud walls. "This mud alley is the site of that past entanglement. Once the Holy Maiden severs these mortal ties, we won't have to come to this pigsty-like place anymore."

"Hurry up and get done so we can leave," Li Changfeng urged impatiently. "Go tell the people on the flying boat that we can lay out the red carpet now."

Deacon Zhao listened from the side, nodding and bowing repeatedly.

"The Immortal Master is absolutely right! These mortals paving the way for the Holy Maiden's breakthrough is a blessing they've accumulated over ten lifetimes!"

Just as Steward Zhao was busy flattering others.

High above the celestial spirit boat.

A hole was torn in the clouds. A blurry figure stood at the bow of the boat.

That was an accompanying elder of the Azure Sky Sword Sect.

He didn't even bother to look down; he simply waved his sleeve casually downwards.

"An eyesore."

There was no spellcasting at the outset. No incantations were chanted, no hand seals were made.

A three-zhang-long (approximately 10 meters) long azure sword energy pierced through the clouds and slashed down into the mud alley.

There was absolutely no warning.

There was no reason for it.

I just couldn't stand the sight of that group of people kneeling in the mud.

The sword energy, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, compressed and exploded the surrounding air.

The mortals looked up, their faces filled with bewilderment. The instinct to flee hadn't even had a chance to arise.

Before the sword energy even landed, the sharp, gust of wind it generated had already swept across the surroundings.

The wind blades sliced ​​through Lu Chen's cheek, and drops of blood flew out.

Lu Chen's pupils contracted violently.

Without hesitation, he turned around, opened his arms, and pounced, pulling the girl, who was not far away, into his embrace.

He pinned A-Nan down beneath him, using his broad back to shield her from above.

The internal energy of the Iron Shirt technique was instantly brought to its maximum. All the muscles in his body tensed up, ready to withstand the attack head-on.

"boom--!"

The sword energy cleaved into the middle of the muddy alley.

A burst of blue light erupted.

The soil, bricks, and underground sewage pipes were all overturned by this sword.

A deep ravine was plowed out in an instant.

The first few mortals to be hit didn't even have time to scream before they were instantly turned into puffs of blood mist. The red mist dissipated in mid-air, leaving not even a trace of flesh behind.

Lu Chen felt as if his back had been hit hard by a heavy object.

The skin and flesh ruptured instantly.

Large amounts of blood gushed out. A chilling cracking sound came from the spine. White bone fragments pierced the skin.

"Ugh—"

He clenched his teeth, suppressing his screams. His arms were bent from the immense impact, his elbows slamming heavily into the mud, dislocating the bones.

The immense impact pressed down on his back, pinning him firmly to the shattered mud.

Lu Chen thought he had withstood this wave of clearing out.

However, he underestimated the sharpness of the Immortal Sect's sword energy.

After the sword energy exploded on the ground, it shattered into hundreds and thousands of tiny blades that flew everywhere.

A tiny, bluish fragment shot towards us, skimming the ground.

Lu Chen was pressed flat against the ground. The shard pierced through the gap below his ribs.

With immense momentum, the fragment pierced Anan's chest without any resistance.

The immense force sent A-Nan's small body flying.

She detached herself from under Lu Chen, tracing an arc in mid-air.

It crashed heavily into the sewage pit five or six meters away.

Mud and water splashed.

The rag doll, missing half an ear, slipped from my grasp and rolled to the side. The doll, which had been washed until it was almost white, was now half-soaked in bright red blood.

In a muddy puddle.

Ah Nan lay there.

There was no crying. There was no screaming.

A large, glaring red stain spread across the chest area of ​​her thin cotton-padded jacket. Blood flowed continuously down the hem of her clothes into the sewage beneath her.

The gray cloth covering the little girl's blindfold was half-undone, hanging down beside her ears.

She was in so much pain that she curled up into a ball, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.

But she didn't immediately try to cover the wound.

Instead, she laboriously raised her small hand, covered in mud and blood, and groped blindly in the air. Her fingers weakly reached forward, towards Lu Chen's direction.

"Brother Chen..."

The voice was extremely weak. Blood was oozing from its mouth.

"pain……"

Lu Chen lay on the ground, his eyes blurred by the blood flowing from his head. He stared intently at the small hand stretched out in mid-air.

His eyes were bloodshot.

far away.

Deacon Zhao wiped the mud off his face, completely ignoring the severed limbs on the ground.

He turned to look at the disciples of the Azure Sky Sword Sect, his face once again displaying that ingratiating smile.

"The Immortal's sword strike was truly mighty! These ignorant fools deserved their fate!"

Li Changfeng used his sleeve to brush away a bit of the splattered blood.

"It's so noisy. Throw those that aren't quite dead further away. Don't let their filthy blood soil the red carpet ahead," Li Changfeng casually ordered.

Wang Xuan, standing to the side with his flying sword, sneered.

"These bugs, even in death they're still a nuisance to us."

From beginning to end, they never considered these ordinary people in the mud alley as living beings. In their eyes, they were no different from trampling a few ants on the ground.

Lu Chen fell into a pool of blood.

Everything before my eyes had turned completely blood red.

As he watched Ah Nan's body gradually lose its warmth, the taut string in his mind snapped.

My rationality completely collapsed.

Forget about forbearance, forget about surviving, forget about the difference between immortals and mortals. Screw all of that.

The deepest part of the body.

The blood, which had been dormant, suddenly became scalding hot under the dual stimulation of impending death and extreme grief and anger.

The sound of my heartbeat has changed.

It's no longer the heartbeat of an ordinary person.

"Thump!"

Dull. Enormous. With the muffled sound of ancient battlefield drums.

"Knock knock!"

The sound of his heartbeat made the rubble around Lu Chen tremble slightly on the ground.

The ancient forbidden body hidden deep within him finally resonated for the first time amidst extreme pain.

The blood boiled. The white bone at the wound made a grating grinding sound.

Lu Chen's fingers, covered in mud and blood, dug slowly into the cracks between the bricks in the ground. His nails broke off, and blood seeped into the soil.

His dislocated arm was forcibly straightened. He grabbed the half-broken iron pot that had been kicked over on the ground.

He suddenly clenched his five fingers.

Five deep finger marks were directly etched into the thick block of cast iron.