Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

A deafening roar rolled from deep within Lu Chen's throat.

The veins on his neck bulged. The muscles in his arms bulged, their hardness reaching the limit that a mortal body could withstand. The backs of his hands were scraped raw and bloody from the array's sword energy, and scalding blood dripped wildly from between his fingers.

These two hands were firmly stuck in the cracks of the Green Wood Sword Qi Barrier.

Clasp your fingers tightly around the spiritual energy nodes.

With extreme brute force, it pulled hard to both sides.

"Snap!"

A crisp and extremely piercing cracking sound exploded in the air.

The once invincible immortal sword formation was brutally torn apart on the spot by this completely unreasonable and monstrous force. Fragments of azure light flew everywhere and scattered all over the ground.

Chen Yuanshan, suspended in mid-air, nearly popped his eyes out.

The over-100-year-old Foundation Establishment cultivator from Xuanni City wore a look of utter horror, as if he had been driven to the brink of despair. He never dreamed that over a hundred years of arduous cultivation would be as fragile as paper in the face of pure brute force. His prized protective array couldn't even withstand a barbarian who didn't even have a dantian.

The lofty dignity of cultivators, along with the shattered array, was utterly crushed into powder by hands stained with the blood of mortals.

Chen Yuanshan's lips trembled.

Before the words of begging for mercy could even escape his throat...

Lu Chen had no intention of giving him a chance to talk nonsense.

He pulled his right arm back sharply. The century-old black iron chain wrapped around his forearm tightened instantly.

He threw a punch.

With an extremely sharp sonic boom, the enormous iron fist effortlessly pierced through the remaining light barrier and struck Chen Yuanshan's dantian.

"puff!"

His body was pierced on the spot. The dull sound carried far through the woods.

The Foundation Establishment cultivator's dantian was forcibly ripped out of a large, bloody hole by extreme brute force. Chen Yuanshan's true essence, cultivated diligently for a hundred years, completely went out of control within his body, turning into countless steel knives that stabbed wildly.

The extreme pain prevented Chen Yuanshan from even letting out a scream.

Followed by.

Chen Yuanshan's abdomen exploded open. His lower body instantly turned into a large cloud of foul-smelling blood mist. His mangled upper body lost its support and crashed heavily into the blood-soaked mud with a "thud." He died worse than a stray dog.

Fifteen zhang away.

The few remaining heavily armored cavalrymen were terrified and turned into spineless cowards.

Blood rained down, obscuring their vision. Through the crimson mist, they could only see the strongest Foundation Establishment cultivator in Xuanni City having his lower body smashed by that demon's punch.

These elite martial arts practitioners, who were usually arrogant and domineering, collapsed on the spot.

The sabers in their hands were scattered on the ground, and no one dared to bend down to pick them up. Everyone scrambled around, abandoning even their armored rhinoceroses, and fled desperately towards the outskirts of Broken Immortal Mountain, howling like ghosts. The heavy black iron armor clanged and thudded in the mud.

Lu Chen stood in the mud.

Staring at the backs of those fleeing in panic.

He didn't move to give chase.

It's absolutely not out of kindness or unwillingness to eliminate the threat completely. This is the middle of nowhere; letting these people escape would definitely provoke an even more frenzied retaliation from the immortal sects.

It's not that he can't catch up with her.

The twelve layers of extreme Dao Qi and blood withstood the Foundation Establishment stage's deadly sword aura, and the backlash erupted at this moment.

The major tendons in his limbs and bones spasmed violently and uncontrollably. The throbbing pain shot up his head from the bone joints. Countless tiny blood droplets burst from the iron-gray skin.

The scalding blood, as soon as it seeped out, was evaporated by the extremely high body temperature, turning into large swathes of scorching white mist that billowed outwards.

To avoid further straining his muscles which were on the verge of breaking, Lu Chen had no choice but to keep his feet firmly planted in place.

When those deserters had completely disappeared.

The woodland fell silent again.

The mangled body of Chen Yuanshan on the ground reeked of an extremely strong stench of blood. The flesh and blood of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, brimming with pure spiritual energy, became the most deadly bait in the darkness.

From the bushes not far away, a dozen pairs of scarlet beast eyes lit up.

Countless low-level demonic beasts followed the scent and came over.

Accompanied by chilling sounds of tearing and chewing, the lofty immortal ultimately became food for wild beasts in the deep mountains. The law of the jungle never considers the status of an immortal cultivator.

At the same time. Tens of thousands of miles away.

The edge of the Western Wilderness State.

The environment here is extremely harsh. A black wind blows year-round, strong enough to rip a layer of skin off a person.

Deep within this desolate, hidden valley.

There stood an altar made of the bones of countless enormous beasts.

This desolate altar has existed for countless years. The bones at its base have long since weathered and turned black, exuding an ancient and desolate aura.

At the highest point of the altar, a single ancient ancestral bone, dried up over a thousand years, is enshrined. The surface of this bone is covered with holes left by wind and frost.

Sudden.

Without warning, a faint blood-red light appeared on the originally gray and withered surface of the ancestral bone.

That extremely pure and potent aura of the Dao spread outwards along the white bones, faint yet exuding a violent intensity capable of tearing the heavens and earth apart.

Below the altar.

An old, barbarian priest, blind in his left eye, is kneeling in prayer.

Noticing the strange thing above him, the old priest suddenly looked up.

In his single remaining eye, an intense light of disbelief shone. His withered lips trembled violently, and he couldn't utter a single complete word for a long time.

The old priest trembled with excitement.

He slammed his upper body hard against the ground, his wrinkled forehead striking the hard rock with tremendous force. Blood splattered on the stone.

"The bloodline has not been severed..."

The old priest's hoarse voice, filled with suppressed fervor, resonated throughout his chest: "The ancestors have not knelt!"

The outer perimeter of Broken Immortal Mountain. Halfway up the mountain.

The 30,000-jin (15,000 kg) town road stele blocking the entrance of the cave lay quietly in the mud.

The surrounding area was littered with the remains and blood of the dead.

The heavy, black, broken monument seemed to sense the flow of blood. The rough texture of the rock on its surface was slightly warm.

A very faint tremor emanated from inside the monument. The surrounding soil trembled slightly in response.

Deep inside the cave.

At this moment, the girl, whose jade-like bones were just beginning to appear, slowly lifted her heavy eyelids.

The little blind girl opened her eyes, her unfocused pupils veiled by a layer of hazy white film. After half a night of turmoil, the layer of grayish-black weariness and impurities on her skin had long been blown away by the draft in the cave. Her exposed skin had a sickly white hue.

The cold wind outside the cave seeped in through the cracks in the stele, but it couldn't dispel the extremely warm life force emanating from her.

A-Nan can't see.

However, with the help of physical evolution, her perception underwent an extremely terrifying transformation.

Without any hesitation, the little head turned half a circle with remarkable precision, facing directly at the half-foot-wide crevice outside the cave.

outside.

Once Lu Chen's spasms subsided slightly, he dragged his bloodied, muscular body back into the cave.

He had just approached the stele.

With his extremely keen hearing, he caught the slightest sound of Anan getting up.

Lu Chen paused.

The ferocious aura emanating from him, powerful enough to terrify even low-level demonic beasts, vanished completely in the blink of an eye. He slowed his pace, his steps on the gravel incredibly light. Even though the wound on his chest was still bleeding, he didn't utter a single sound.

Using the half-foot-wide gap, Lu Chen squeezed sideways into the hole.

Anan sat on the hard, dry stone.

Two little hands groped around, accurately grabbing the tattered rag doll with missing ears, and hugging it tightly to her chest.

"Lu Chen".

The little blind girl's sweet, childlike voice rang out in the dim cave, her words enunciated very clearly.

"I'm here." Lu Chen stopped in his tracks.

A-Nan rubbed her little face against the rag doll.

"Those people outside wearing iron suits are so cold."

She sensed the chilling killing intent outside, all directed at Lu Chen. Even though she couldn't see, the sharp malice of the cultivators was glaringly obvious in her transformed senses.

Anan raised another hand and touched her burning forehead.

"Anan's body is so hot," the little blind girl said softly. "I'm so hungry."

Lu Chen walked into the shadowy crevice of the cave where light shone through, not daring to get too close.

He was afraid that the smell of blood and his gaping wounds would frighten her. Although Anan was blind, he didn't want to bring the carnage outside into this little world.

He lowered his head, glanced at his blood-stained hands, and vigorously wiped them on his tattered trousers.

A rather unattractive smile appeared on his rough, iron face.

Lu Chen spoke.

His voice returned to its usual calm, husky tone, completely devoid of any trace of the tyranny he had displayed while tearing apart the immortals outside.

"Don't be afraid, Anan."

Lu Chen bent down, pulled over the wolf pelt, and covered her up again. He was so gentle that he was afraid of breaking it.

"I'll find you something to eat right away."