Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

Above the inner city of Xuanni City, the night sky was forcibly torn apart by an incomparably violent force.

Amidst the torrential downpour, a pure gold flame sword, radiating dazzling light, cleaved through the rain and crashed down.

On the flying sword, the Xuan Ni City Lord, a cultivator at the Core Formation stage, stood with his hands behind his back.

He looked down and saw that the ruins of the array's core, which had once symbolized the majesty of the Immortal Sect, had now become a huge crater of mud and blood. In front of the white jade statue of the Immortal Sect's Sword Master, which had cost countless spirit stones to create, lay fragmented corpses lying haphazardly.

The guard commander, who was supposed to be responsible for escorting the human stakes, was now covered in hideous, hardened keratin. A black, sinister-looking broken tablet was embedded in his chest, and it was opening its blood-red maw, frantically devouring the severed limbs of the array masters like a wild beast.

"Useless trash! A bunch of good-for-nothings!" The city lord roared in fury, his voice carrying the terrifying power of a Core Formation stage cultivator, echoing across the sky above Xuanni City.

The guards below were terrified and knelt down in the mud, banging their heads against the bluestone slabs.

"Lord, spare me! This monster has suddenly gone mad, it's possessed by a demon!"

"Commander?" The city lord sneered, his eyes filled with the disdain of a superior. "You couldn't even protect the core of a mere city defense array, and you were even turned into a mutated mortal scum by a broken rock. What use are you?"

Without another word, the city lord rapidly formed hand seals in front of his chest.

The top-grade golden sword beneath his feet emitted a piercing sword cry. The remaining spiritual energy in the world was forcibly drawn out and instantly condensed in mid-air into a terrifying golden sword aura ten zhang long, powerful enough to split mountains and cleave rivers.

"Scum, die!"

The ten-zhang sword aura locked onto the commander's aura, carrying an overwhelming amount of Core Formation stage magic power, and slashed down towards the ground.

At the same time, hundreds of miles away in the deep valley of Duanxian Mountain.

Lu Chen sat cross-legged on the edge of the boulder. In the dim and narrow cave, the 30,000-jin (approximately 15,000 kg) town-guarding stele used to block the entrance stood quietly.

Suddenly, Lu Chen's eyelids twitched.

He suddenly raised his head, his gaze fixed straight ahead.

On the surface of the 30,000-jin (approximately 15,000 kg) mother stele before them, the originally dull and silent black rock layers suddenly lit up with one dark red, barren pattern after another. Those barren patterns seemed to come alive, flashing and moving wildly across the stone surface.

Using this mother monument as a medium, a deepest sense of connection originating from the same source of Qi and blood from the ultimate Dao disregarded the barriers of space and directly entered Lu Chen's mind.

He truly sensed it.

Hundreds of miles away in Xuanni City, a lofty and extremely exclusive Immortal Core Formation stage law is mercilessly annihilating a weak, yet extremely powerful force that shares the same origin as the Qi and blood within his body.

Beside her, Ah Nan, wrapped in a wolf skin, turned her small face slightly to the side.

Although she was blind, her refined, ultimate perception was extremely sharp. The little girl pointed towards the cave entrance, her voice soft and sweet, yet tinged with nervousness.

"Lu Chen, the big rock is angry. Far away, a huge fire is burning it."

"The old dog of the Immortal Sect has overreached." Lu Chen exhaled a breath of hot, foul air.

Lu Chen was never one to sit idly by and wait for his fate.

He strode up to the 30,000-jin mother monument, his joints cracking like firecrackers.

The ultimate qi and blood of the twelve layers of "Iron Shirt" were instantly unleashed, and dark golden patterns climbed wildly beneath his skin, making him resemble a red-hot iron tower.

"The brute strength I've cultivated is none of your business to discipline, you cultivators!"

Lu Chen moved with perfect coordination between his waist and his horse, stomping his right leg backward so hard that the rocks beneath his feet were crushed and sank.

He swung his right arm.

With a terrifying roar that shattered the clouds and split the rocks, Lu Chen's unreserved punch slammed into the very center of the 30,000-jin Mother Stele!

"boom!"

The raging pure Yang energy surged through his fist, crashing relentlessly into the interior of the mother monument. That domineering and unparalleled brute force, carrying Lu Chen's indomitable will to the extreme, forcefully poured into the broken monument of Xuanni City from afar, following the wild blood's perception that disregarded the void!

Switch back to the ruins of Xuanni City.

A ten-zhang-long sword aura slashed down, and the pressure from the Core Formation stage made the surrounding space extremely viscous.

Under the immense pressure of the immortals, the abnormally swollen body began to crack and bleed extensively from its skin and flesh, and its bones emitted mournful cries of unbearable strain.

He was on the verge of completely collapsing under this devastating blow.

Just when things were at their most critical moment.

The black fragment on the commander's chest suddenly emitted an extremely dazzling dark red light!

The light pierced straight through the heavy rain. The domineering power that Lu Chen unleashed from afar, mixed with the savage will of the Mother Monument, crashed into the interior of the broken monument.

The commander's body swelled up again, and his bulging veins flowed with magma-like heat.

The city lord, who was in mid-air, saw this scene and looked on with disdain.

He was extremely arrogant and underestimated his opponent, believing that killing a mutated mortal was no different from crushing an ant. The city lord had his hands behind his back, and only a thin layer of pale blue protective light appeared on his body; he did not use his full strength at all.

"Still dare to struggle?" the city lord sneered.

The commander let out a deafening roar that shattered eardrums.

He directly used the immense source of energy drained from the great formation, along with the tyrannical will transmitted from the Mother Stele, to kick his legs off forcefully.

A large crater was trampled into the ground of the ruins.

The commander completely ignored the ten-zhang-long sword energy that slashed down.

"Pfft!" The sword energy sliced ​​open his shoulder, severing the shoulder bone, and blood spurted out.

But he didn't even flinch, and charged headlong into the city lord in mid-air, meeting the sharp blade head-on!

The extreme outburst of the ultimate Dao Qi and blood brought the most devastating backlash to this unrefined mortal body.

The commander threw out his right fist in mid-air.

The moment the punch was thrown, the muscles and bones of the entire right arm were charred inch by inch by the impact of extremely high blood temperature and violent energy, turning directly into dust in mid-air!

But that incomplete, powerful punch, imbued with the spiritual energy of the Xuanni City's grand formation and the will of the ultimate Dao, had already been delivered solidly.

"boom!"

The heavy punch slammed into the city lord's hastily erected, thin protective aura.

The city lord's expression changed drastically, finally realizing the terrifying power of this brute force.

"presumptuous!"

It was no use; pure brute force shattered the layer of azure true light.

The city lord's chest caved in, and he coughed up mouthfuls of blood, flying backward like a cannonball.

The rain curtain along the way was smashed into a long vacuum channel.

The city lord's body crashed heavily onto the towering white jade statue of the Immortal Sword Master behind the ruins.

"Boom!"

The enormous white jade statue snapped in half, shattering into pieces. The city lord was buried under countless rubble, his fate unknown.

Just a moment before the city lord and the commander clashed in mid-air and the destructive shockwave erupted.

The ground was in complete chaos.

Taking advantage of everyone's attention being focused in mid-air, Li Laosi, holding a pig-slaughtering knife, deftly cut the thick hemp rope tied to the wooden cart.

"Old man, let's go!" Li Laosi gritted his teeth and pulled the limp Zhang Laozhang onto his broad back.

A shockwave exploded in the sky.

A devastating shockwave surged forth.

The black stone skin that Old Zhang was clutching tightly in his twisted and deformed hand sensed the surge of the same-origin blood energy in mid-air.

The stone skin instinctively emitted a faint layer of dark red blood light.

The blood-red light spread across their backs, forcefully offsetting most of the fatal shock for these two mortals.

With the powerful thrust of the airflow, Li Laosi, along with the old farmer on his back, was thrown out and crashed heavily into a large pit at the edge of the ruins, which was used to store materials for attracting spirits.

The pile of materials was full of dried spirit wood and sulfur powder.

Li Laosi fell and was bleeding profusely from his head. His left arm was almost dislocated, and bone fragments were spurting out.

He heard the sound of a large number of Qingxiao Sword Sect cultivators rushing towards him on their swords in the distance.

Despite the excruciating pain, Li Laosi clenched his right fist tightly and crushed the tinder he had been hiding in his palm.

The sparks landed on the sulfur powder.

"Boom!" The fire instantly erupted.

The towering flames ignited the entire pile of spirit-attracting materials, and the raging fire immediately blocked the sight and aura of outside cultivators.

Li Laosi gritted his teeth, carried Zhang Laozhang on his back, and rolled down the edge of the material pile, directly into the entrance of an underground river that had been used for years to drain dirty water and discard the corpses of abandoned miners.

As he plunged into the foul-smelling, black underground river, Li Laosi felt so much pain that his vision blurred.

Outside, the raging fire crackled and popped. He struggled desperately in the stinking water, lifting the old farmer off his back. The old farmer had fainted, his withered chin resting on Li Laosi's shoulder, but his palms were still tightly gripping the piece of the same-origin stone.