Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

At the border of Xuanni City's inner city, the horrific traces of the daytime devastation were laid bare under the cover of night.

A single piece of white jade city brick, weighing several thousand kilograms, was smashed to pieces by the black Dao stele weighing thirty thousand kilograms. The ground was covered with pale jade fragments, the jagged edges pointing straight into the night sky. The cracks in the ground all around were filled with piles of dull, grayish-white powder, the remains of spirit stones that had been used to barely keep the broken array running and had been completely drained.

"Hurry up! Haven't you eaten yet?"

An inner city formation master stood on the ruins high above, holding a long whip of spiritual energy that glowed with a ghostly blue light, cursing at the top of his lungs.

He covered his mouth and nose in disgust.

In the large pit below, hundreds of low-level mining slaves, temporarily captured from the outer city mines, were carrying heavy fragments of jade like ants.

"Snapped!"

The spiritual whip lashed down, whistling through the air, and struck a miner who was a little slower.

The skin was torn open and the flesh was ripped open.

The miner didn't even have time to scream before collapsing into the white jade ruins, twitching twice before falling still.

"Drag this piece of trash away! These mud-legged bastards, we can't treat them well." The array master, his face full of disgust, turned to his deputy and ordered, "Go and urge the city defense troops, why haven't the human stakes arrived yet? The gap in the array's core is so large, without filling it with the lifeblood of living people, the array won't be able to close before dawn!"

In the uneven, muddy ruins, Li Laosi mingled among the menial workers.

He was wearing the black iron leather armor that he had stripped from the body of a guard, and his face and neck were covered in foul-smelling black mud.

His whole back was hunched over, his two hands gripping a heavy piece of broken jade tightly, and his straw sandals were wading through the muddy water.

He kept his head very low.

The light in his eyes was extremely dim, like a pool of utterly dead, foul water.

He didn't look at his companions' miserable state, nor at the spiritual whip in mid-air. Instead, he turned his eyes to an extremely tricky angle and stared intently at the leading array master.

This is a butcher's instinct.

Li Laosi has been slaughtering pigs at the butcher's stall for over ten years; he knows how to find the seams between bones even with his eyes closed.

He mentally dissected the mage's bones over and over again.

Three inches above the cervical vertebrae at the back of the neck, there is a finger-width gap in the collar of the robe. Without any protective array patterns, a sharp knife can pierce through there and sever the spinal cord directly.

The kidney points on both sides of the lower back look luxurious on the outside, but they are actually the thinnest. If you lift them up by three-tenths of an inch, you can sever the major tendons in the waist.

He was coldly measuring the distance.

Three zhang. Two zhang. One and a half zhang.

At this moment, a patrol team of fully armed guards strode in from the main road on the left, marching in neat steps.

The armor plates clanged and rattled.

Li Laosi's foot suddenly slipped.

He fell forward with remarkable ease, crashing heavily into a muddy puddle.

The white jade fragments in his hand rolled to the side.

The patrolling guards didn't even glance at the fallen servant, simply stepping past him.

Li Laosi's face was half-submerged in muddy water.

The moment he fell, his left hand had already silently reached for the gap in the armor plate at his waist.

He held a small packet of powder wrapped in oil paper tightly in his palm.

That was a cheap poison called "Extinction Powder" that he had picked up at a street stall on the edge of the black market. It was specifically used to corrupt a person's meridians. He dug his fingers into the edge of the oiled paper, and whenever he found an opportunity, he could rub his thumb together to fling the powder out.

"Get out of my way! All of you, get the hell out of here!"

A harsh shout came from the other side of the ruins.

The commander, leading a dozen or so men, escorted the creaking wooden cart, striding through the muddy ground, and finally arrived at the ruins of the formation's core.

On the cart, Old Zhang's lower body was completely limp, and he lay sprawled on it like a lump of mud.

The leading array master quickly pinched his nose, his brows furrowing into a deep knot.

"How long has it taken you to get the human stake here?" The formation master pointed down at the commander. "Why does this old geezer? Hurry up, stop talking nonsense, just throw the human stake into the deep pit at the formation's core! If you delay repairing the great formation, how many heads do you have to take the blame?"

The commander was publicly reprimanded by the inner city array masters, and his eyes twitched violently twice.

He suppressed his anger and a sinister smile crept across his face.

"The formation master is right. I will throw this piece of rotten flesh down to fill the formation."

The commander strode to the wooden cart, extended his right hand, which was covered with black iron gauntlets, and with his five fingers spread, grabbed directly at Old Man Zhang's gray hair.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch the old farmer's scalp.

A strange change occurred at the point where his chest was pressed against his body.

An extremely high temperature, which is indescribable, suddenly erupted from the black broken monument!

"Sizzle—"

The ear-piercing sound of flesh being instantly charred echoed inside the commander's inner armor.

"what!"

The commander let out an extremely miserable groan.

His outstretched right hand suddenly stopped in mid-air, and he fell heavily forward as if all his bones had been removed.

He slammed one knee hard onto the ruins littered with shattered jade.

The sharp shard of white jade pierced his kneecap on the spot, and blood instantly stained the ground red.

But the commander paid no heed to the excruciating pain in his knee.

He clutched his chest tightly with both hands, his facial features contorted in agony, completely deformed from extreme pain.

The Foundation Establishment True Essence, which had been flowing freely in the Dantian Qi Sea, was now like an ancient, ravenous beast that had wandered into a flock of sheep.

The supreme power that flowed back from the broken stele did not follow any of the rules governing the operation of immortals.

Pure savagery. Pure brutality.

The ultimate qi and blood, with an overwhelming force, directly shattered the barrier governing the dantian.

The true essence was forcibly torn apart, turning into a tangled mess that flowed wildly backwards through the meridians.

"What's wrong with my Qi Sea...?"

The commander was exhaling large wafts of hot air, as if he had been thrown into a red-hot alchemy furnace.

Followed by.

The muscles in his right arm began to spasm uncontrollably and violently.

Beneath the skin and flesh, it seemed as if countless small snakes were slithering wildly.

Muscle fibers expand and proliferate at an abnormally rapid rate.

"Click...click!"

The ear-piercing sound of metal breaking rang out one after another.

The commander's incredibly tough black iron armor on his right arm was actually stretched open by the swelling flesh inside, creating more than a dozen terrifying cracks.

The cracks are getting bigger and bigger.

Thick, dark blood, mixed with crushed capillaries, gushed wildly out of the cracks in the black iron, dripping onto the broken jade and emitting a nauseating, frenzied stench.

"What are you doing?"

The array master standing on the high place frowned even more deeply.

He demanded an answer in a stern voice.

He unconsciously tightened his grip on the spiritual whip in his hand, but his steps involuntarily stopped.

Upon hearing the sound, the commander turned his neck with extreme stiffness.

He suddenly raised his head.

His eyes, which were originally clear and full of shrewd calculation, now had completely lost their whites.

His entire eye sockets were filled with a violent red light that was extremely similar to that of Lu Chen when he unleashed his full power.

Those were not human eyes at all; they belonged to a bloodthirsty beast that had been starved for more than ten days and had just been released from its cage.

The leader's Adam's apple bobbed violently.

He opened his mouth, as if to explain something.

But the vocal cords, stretched by the extreme heat, could only produce bursts of extremely thirsty, hissing sounds like a leaky bellows.

The smoothness and rationality he usually displayed in front of the city lord were completely crushed into dust under the impact of this surge of energy.

The formation master felt a chill run down his spine when he looked into the commander's bloodshot eyes.

The overwhelming aura of bloodlust and brutality emanating from the commander struck the array master's chest like a heavy hammer.

His face turned pale, and his feet involuntarily took half a step back.

"Damn it, what bad luck!" the formation master cursed inwardly. "These crude martial artists who climbed their way up from the bottom, what kind of low-class techniques do they practice? They actually went mad at this critical juncture!"

He quickly conjured a spiritual energy shield in front of him, fearing that the commander's madness would affect him.

at the same time.

In the center of the ruins, the huge pit at the core of the array began to flicker wildly due to the lack of spiritual energy.

The core of the formation instinctively pulls outwards, drawing all life from its surroundings.

The broken stele on the leader's chest had a suction force ten times more terrifying than the array's core.

Two forces formed an invisible vortex above the ruins.

The heavily armored guards who had accompanied the commander in escorting the human stakes suddenly shivered in unison.

The black iron spears in their hands clattered to the ground.

"My true essence..."

One of the guards' legs gave way and he collapsed into the muddy water, clutching his dantian with both hands.

To their horror, they discovered that their vital energy had been quietly drained away without them even realizing it.

Not only that.

Without the protection of true essence, the meridians were immediately attacked by the violent spiritual energy around them.

The guards were writhing on the ground in pain, their bodies covered in cold sweat, their faces as pale as paper, and they had no strength left to even stand up.

On the wooden cart.

Old Zhang, who was lying in the mud and had completely lost feeling in his lower body, slowly turned over.

The old farmer's face, covered in mud, suddenly stretched into a wide smile.

He looked at those once arrogant lackeys of the immortal sects, now lying on the ground like rag dolls, staring at each other in terror.

Old Zhang let out a strange, whistling laugh that sounded like air leaking from his throat.

"Pooh!"

He tilted his head back and spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm mixed with bits of internal organs onto the face of the guard rolling around next to him.

At this moment, an unprecedented ferocious pleasure erupted from the old farmer's cloudy eyes.

"Ughhhh!"

In the center of the ruins, the commander let out a roar that sounded inhuman.

He endured the excruciating pain of his right arm being torn apart, and used his intact left hand to support himself as he shakily stood up.

He stared intently at his right hand, his mind consumed by a single, obsessive thought: if he could just get through this, he could break through!

But he didn't realize it at all.

The ancient, barren patterns on the surface of the black, broken stele attached to the inner armor of his chest had completely lit up.

That glaring dark red had already taken root in his heart along the blood vessels in his chest.

The artifacts left behind by the ancient supreme path have no need for a cultivator to be their master.

The will of the broken monument is extremely simple and brutal.

It merely regarded the relatively strong body before it as a vessel to contain its violent blood and energy, a body that could be discarded at any time.