Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

In the dilapidated courtyard.

The tip of the black iron spear had already pierced the skin of Old Zhang's Adam's apple.

Blood rolled down the cold blade of the gun, dripping onto the coarse cloth jacket.

The seven-year-old grandson hid behind the old man and let out heart-wrenching cries.

The child clung tightly to his grandfather's clothes, so frightened he could barely stand.

Old Zhang's eyes were bloodshot, and his eyeballs were covered with red blood vessels.

His left hand, which he had kept hidden in his coarse cloth sleeve, was tightly gripping the piece of debris that had fallen from the town's road monument.

On the heated surface of the black stone, several dark red, barren patterns were flashing at a high frequency.

A surge of extremely violent and savage energy pierced through the thick calluses on his palms.

This force traveled along the veins in his arm and forcefully surged into his withered heart.

The old farmer, who had been submissive and obedient for most of his life, let out a wild roar from deep in his throat.

He didn't even try to dodge the spear.

Old Zhang's free right hand suddenly shot forward, grabbing straight at the sharp tip of the black iron spear.

"Pfft!"

The sharp blade pierced through the calloused palm without any resistance.

Several bones in the center of his palm shattered on the spot.

White bone fragments mixed with blood were exposed, and flesh was brutally torn apart by the spear tip.

The violent, life-giving force abruptly severed the old man's sense of pain at that moment.

Old Zhang let the gun blade get stuck between his shattered metacarpal bones.

The bloodied hand, now completely pierced, clenched its five fingers, gripping the hard gun barrel tightly.

The metal rubbed against the bone with frantic force, producing a piercing, scalp-chilling sound.

Despite the risk of having his palm pierced, the tip of the Xuan Tie spear came to a stop less than three inches in front of his throat.

If it were pushed forward even a tiny bit more, the old man's trachea would be completely severed.

The captain of the guard stood there, stunned.

He couldn't wrap his head around it at all.

How dare a peasant who hasn't even opened his spiritual aperture and usually just kowtows to them dare to grab a cultivator's magic weapon empty-handed?

The shock instantly turned into extreme anger and embarrassment.

The captain started cursing.

The true energy in his dantian surged wildly into his right arm, which was holding the gun.

He wanted to sever the old man's entire arm by the roots.

In the shadows behind the door.

Li Laosi's eyes were bloodshot.

He gritted his teeth, and his hand holding the butcher knife stopped trembling.

He pounced on us from the shadows.

He has been slaughtering pigs for many years and knows best where to make the most fatal cut.

The sharp butcher's knife plunged viciously into the captain's vulnerable lower back, where no armor protected him.

The blade goes straight down to the handle.

The captain let out an extremely shrill scream.

The protective true energy that had been raised was instantly shattered by the excruciating pain.

At that very instant when his true essence dissipated.

Old Zhang made a move.

He gripped the scorching black stone in his left hand, swung his arm in a wide arc, and smashed it down hard towards the captain's face.

"Bang!"

A dull thud echoed through the courtyard.

The captain's nose and cheekbones collapsed on the spot.

The entire face was dented from the impact, and shattered pieces of metal from the faceplate embedded themselves in the flesh.

This arrogant guardian of the immortal city fell flat on his back into the mud and water.

His limbs twitched twice, then he fell silent.

These high and mighty lackeys of immortals, once they lose the protection of their true essence, will be crushed to death by the crudest farm tools and stones.

Just then.

Outside the courtyard, another guard on patrol rushed in after hearing the commotion.

He had just stepped one foot into the courtyard when he saw the captain lying on the ground with his brains splattered.

The guard was terrified.

In his panic, he pulled out a fireball talisman from his waist, channeled his true energy, and flung it directly at Old Zhang's face.

The power of immortal magic is simply beyond the reach of mortals.

The fireball grew larger in mid-air, carrying scorching heat as it hurtled towards us.

The air in the courtyard was distorted by the heat.

Stimulated by that violent vitality, Old Zhang's withered muscles erupted with a survival instinct that surpassed the limits of ordinary people.

He didn't have time to think, nor did he know how to dodge the spell.

He instinctively raised his arms, tightly shielding the broken piece of the monument in front of his face.

The fireball slammed into the black rock.

The horrific scene of flames engulfing flesh and blood that was expected did not occur.

The dark red, barren lines on the surface of the broken stele suddenly lit up.

The moment the spark touched the surface of the stone, the immortal laws and violent true energy within the fireball were forcibly drained by an unreasonable force.

That ball of real fire, powerful enough to burn a person to ashes, collapsed inwards in an instant.

The spell was completely extinguished.

Only a wisp of smoke remained in mid-air after the fire had burned out, covering Old Zhang's head and face.

His entire face was blackened by the smoke.

The spiritual energy fluctuations emitted by the fireball talisman before it exploded were too dazzling.

The large number of heavily armored guards patrolling the outer perimeter of the mud alley immediately noticed the unusual situation.

The sound of rapid footsteps approached quickly, grinding against the bluestone slabs.

A guard commander dressed in high-ranking robes strode into the courtyard.

His face was taut and tense, giving the people in the courtyard no time to react.

He suddenly raised his right leg and kicked Old Zhang in the chest.

"boom!"

The old man's body flew backward and crashed heavily into the crumbling mud wall in the backyard.

The earthen wall could not withstand the impact and collapsed on the spot.

The mud bricks mixed with thatch pelted the old man.

Li Laosi pulled out his butcher knife and charged at the commander with a roar.

The commander didn't even glance at him, and casually waved his hand.

A semi-transparent wind blade shot out from the fingertip.

The wind blade precisely sliced ​​open Li Laosi's right wrist.

The tendons in his hand were severed on the spot, and the white fascia was exposed to the air.

The butcher's knife fell into the mud.

Two heavily armored guards immediately stepped forward and pinned Li Laosi firmly into the dirty water pit.

Li Laosi's cheek was pressed against the stinking filth, and no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't move.

When mortals face suppression from the core forces of the immortal sects, the class divide appears incredibly cruel.

The commander strode up to Old Man Zhang.

He raised his black iron boots and stomped hard on the old man's back.

"Snap!"

The sickening sound of bones cracking echoed clearly throughout the entire yard.

Old Zhang's spine was crushed by that kick.

He collapsed completely into the mud, his lower body completely numb.

Commander continued to exert force under his feet, crushing the old man's broken bones, preparing to torture this lowly commoner who dared to rebel against the Immortal City to death.

Old Zhang lay on the ground, spitting out black blood mixed with pieces of internal organs.

Although his lower body was paralyzed, the broken stone tablet in his hand continued to pour the last bit of violent vitality into his heart.

This last burst of energy caused him to thrust his withered arms forward with a sudden movement.

His hands, covered in mud and blood, clung tightly to the commander's boot that was on the ground.

No matter how the guards kicked and punched, his hands were tightly clenched on his boots, and they couldn't be pried open.

He raised his smoked face and hurled the most vulgar curses at Li Laosi on the other side.

"roll!"

"Go to hell, you immortal!"

"roll!"

This is the last bit of resistance from the lowest level of ordinary people, paved with their blood and flesh.

Li Laosi, who was in the dirty ditch, was trembling violently.

He looked at his father-in-law's hands, the veins of which were bulging from the exertion, and forcibly held back the tears welling up in his eyes.

He didn't turn around to help, nor did he say anything.

Li Laosi rolled and tumbled wildly in the mud, finally breaking free from the guards' loose grip.

With his left hand gripping the yellow mud on the ground, he crawled directly into the hidden cellar where the body had been buried.

He bit his tongue so hard that his mouth was full of blood, but he managed not to let out a single sob.

They desperately crawled out through the hidden passage at the bottom of the cellar.

That was a sliver of hope that the old man had risked his life for; the flame of resistance must not be extinguished here.

yard.

The commander's right leg was grabbed, and his anger was completely ignited.

He snorted coldly, preparing to use the Soul Searching Technique to extract the old man's soul and refine his spirit.

But in that instant when he lowered his head...

His gaze swept over the black, broken stone tablet that the old man was clutching tightly.

He knew very well how powerful the fireball talisman that the guard had just thrown was.

But this broken stone could actually devour the magic of the immortal sects, leaving not a trace.

The commander stopped moving.

He stared intently at the slightly warm black stone, his face contorted with extreme greed.