Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

Accompanied by an extremely piercing cracking sound, the air in the mud alley seemed to be forcibly torn apart.

The steel flying sword, radiating a chilling spiritual light, was forcibly wedged in Lu Chen's palm.

The blade of the flying sword was still trembling violently, and the intricate magic array patterns on the sword body burst out with a final blue light, attempting to cut through this mortal body.

Sparks flew wildly outwards from between the sinking rocks, splashing into the surrounding mud and emitting plumes of white smoke.

The veins on the back of Lu Chen's hand bulged, and the iron-gray skin was stretched to its limit.

He suddenly clenched his five fingers inward.

The ear-piercing sound of metal scraping against metal reached its peak.

"Boom!"

A crisp explosion echoed through the muddy alley.

The steel flying sword, which could cut through iron like mud and had drunk the blood of countless mortals, broke in two under Lu Chen's terrifying grip.

Then came the second and third tones.

The cyan sword light completely dissipated and went out.

The complete magical artifact shattered into several dull, lifeless pieces of scrap metal in Lu Chen's palm.

Lu Chen spread his five fingers, and the scrap metal fell into the sewage pit on the ground with a clatter, splashing up a patch of blood-red mud.

Li Changfeng's chest suddenly contracted inward while he was in mid-air, and his face instantly turned ashen.

Magical artifacts are connected to the mind and spirit of cultivators.

The flying sword was destroyed, and the chaotic spiritual energy immediately poured into his meridians, causing him pain from the backlash to his mind that far exceeded the physical injury.

"Wow!"

Li Changfeng spat out a mouthful of blood, lost his balance, and fell straight down from mid-air.

He crashed heavily into the mud, his white Taoist robe instantly soaked with sewage.

Dirty water poured into his mouth, and he scrambled backward, using his hands to brace himself against the ground.

The haughty arrogance on his face had vanished completely, leaving only a look of utter horror as if he had seen a ghost.

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

Li Changfeng touched the ground with his mud-covered fingers, his voice completely distorted.

"You're just a lowly ant without any spiritual roots, you haven't even undergone marrow cleansing!"

"How could mortal flesh and blood possibly crush a magical artifact! That's a sword forged from cold iron!"

Wang Xuan, standing on the remaining flying sword, was shaking so badly that his legs were trembling like a leaf.

The half-spell he had been holding in his hand completely dissipated, and he stared at the ground, unable to utter a single word.

Lu Chen did not respond to Li Changfeng's words.

He didn't want to say a single unnecessary word.

He suddenly pulled his right leg back half a step, stomping his foot heavily on the muddy ground.

"boom!"

The muddy ground where they landed was trampled into a pit more than two feet deep.

The surrounding sewage and broken bricks were all blown away by this terrifying reaction force.

Using the force of that stomp, Lu Chen transformed into a cannonball leaving the barrel.

It was so fast that it left a trail of afterimages in the air and rushed directly in front of Li Changfeng.

There are no fancy spellcasting animations.

There was no chanting of incantations or hand gestures.

Only extreme physical strength and the complete unleashing of ten layers of Iron Shirt internal energy.

Lu Chen clenched his fist, tearing through the air with a sharp sonic boom, and slammed it straight down into Li Changfeng's chest.

Li Changfeng was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were about to burst, and he frantically patted his waist.

The protective jade pendant worn on the waist suddenly shone brightly, bursting out with a dazzling blue light.

The light condensed into a thick shield of spiritual energy in front of his chest, attempting to block the attack.

Lu Chen's fist slammed solidly into the light.

The dull thud of the collision caused the broken walls on both sides of the muddy alley to crumble and shed debris.

This shield, strong enough to withstand a full-force attack from a late-stage Qi Refining expert, only lasted for half a breath under Lu Chen's fist.

"Click."

A crisp cracking sound rang out, and the jade pendant exploded into a cloud of ashes.

The fist pierced through the defense without any resistance and landed hard on Li Changfeng's chest.

The sound of ribs breaking rang out continuously, and a deep crater visibly sank into Li Changfeng's chest.

He was lifted off the ground by this violent force and sent flying backward.

He flew more than ten feet away and crashed heavily into the sturdy stone wall at the end of the muddy alley.

The stone wall was smashed open, leaving a large hole.

Li Changfeng was embedded in the pile of rubble, mouthfuls of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushing from his mouth. His head lolled to the side, and he became completely still, his fate unknown.

Wang Xuan and the remaining disciples of the Immortal Sect were utterly terrified.

What kind of monster is this?

Magical artifacts were crushed into scrap metal by bare hands, protective magic treasures were shattered with a single punch, and even the Grand Elder's spirit beast was drained dry.

"Run! Run!"

Wang Xuan's distorted scream pierced the sky.

They no longer cared about the reputation of the Qingxiao Sword Sect's outer sect, and didn't even care about the broken sword fragments scattered on the ground.

In a panic, they scrambled through the mud and water, desperately trying to escape, fearing that if they were even a step too late, Lu Chen would devour them alive.

Lu Chen did not chase after the disciples of the immortal sect who fled in disarray.

He turned around abruptly and strode towards the sewage pit in the distance.

Ah Nan lay quietly in the blood, the rag doll in front of her, missing half an ear, was completely soaked and rotten in the mud.

The little blind girl's breath was barely a whisper, and her chest barely rose or fell.

Lu Chen knelt in the mud and picked her up with both hands.

Her thin little body was frighteningly cold, and her body temperature was dropping extremely quickly.

The wound in his chest, pierced by the sword energy, was still oozing blood, the flesh torn open.

The low-grade hemostatic herbs that Lu Chen usually dug up outside the city were completely ineffective against this kind of fatal penetrating wound.

Ordinary herbs couldn't save her.

Lu Chen gritted his teeth and looked down at his right hand.

The arm was still burning red because it had just absorbed the true blood of a high-level alien beast.

The skin surface shimmered with an iron-gray luster, and the thick blood vessels bulged out like old tree roots.

The ultimate furnace within his body was still operating wildly.

Lu Chen closed his eyes and forcefully activated the ten layers of the newly completed "Iron Shirt" technique.

He forced his qi and blood to flow backward through his meridians, directing all the remaining qi and blood of the Qilin in his body toward the fingertips of his right hand.

The true blood of demonic beasts is full of violent spiritual power, which is extremely poisonous to mortals who have not cultivated.

If fed directly to A-Nan, her weak meridians would burst on the spot.

All impurities must be removed.

The ultimate qi and blood transformed into an invisible, enormous millstone, crushing and incinerating all the ferocious bestiality and chaotic spiritual energy.

Wisps of foul-smelling black smoke billowed out from the pores of Lu Chen's arm.

The black smoke settled on the bluestone slabs underfoot, making a hissing sound.

The hard bluestone slab was corroded into a dense network of pits in the blink of an eye, and even the surrounding stagnant water was poisoned and turned black.

The process of removing impurities was extremely painful; Lu Chen's arm muscles twitched violently, but he didn't utter a single groan.

All the essence of blood and qi was forced to the tip of the right index finger.

A drop of pure blood finally condensed and took shape at the fingertip.

Without the violent spiritual energy, its texture became extremely gentle, with a red agate-like luster and a faint halo.

Lu Chen carefully used his left thumb to pry open A-Nan's pale, purplish lips.

He placed his right index finger against her lips and dripped a drop of gentle, pure blood essence into her mouth.

Red agate-like beads of blood slid down his throat.

The expected scene of the wound healing instantly did not occur.

A-Nan's body, which had been unresponsive, suddenly tensed up.

That drop of pure blood transformed into countless scorching blood threads, rushing and crashing along her meridians, finally wrapping around her heart and locking it tightly.

"Well……"

A-Nan let out a cry of extreme pain, her small body convulsing violently in Lu Chen's arms.

The pain of this transformation of the mortal body far exceeds what ordinary people can imagine.

Her two little hands, covered in mud, grabbed wildly, her ten fingers gripping Lu Chen's arm tightly, her nails even bending and bleeding from the force.

Lu Chen let her hold on, his hands simply supporting her back steadily.

The blood flowing from the wound has changed.

It is no longer the bright red blood of ordinary mortals.

The blood became viscous and turned dark red.

A very special and peculiar fragrance began to permeate the air of the muddy alley, masking the original stench of swill.

The dark red congealed blood gradually sealed the wound pierced by the sword energy, forcibly binding the torn flesh together.

"Cough...cough cough."

After a long series of spasms, Anan coughed weakly.

Although the person was still unconscious, the gray cloth covering his blindfold was completely soaked with sweat.

But the frighteningly cold body temperature finally stabilized and even began to rise miraculously.

My pulse started beating again, stronger than before.

His life was saved.

Lu Chen let out a long breath, and his tense back relaxed a little.

Just then, a sound of mud scraping came from behind the ruins at the corner of the alley.

Deacon Zhao lay on the ground, his fat jiggling uncontrollably, and his crotch was soaked with sweat.

He saw everything that had just happened clearly.

Mortals devour spirit beasts, crush magical artifacts with their bare hands, and leave immortal masters in a state of uncertainty with a single punch.

Deacon Zhao used both hands and feet, not even bothering to wipe the mud off his mouth.

He desperately tried to climb out of the alley.

We have to run.

We need to hurry to the inner city to call for reinforcements and have the elders of the Immortal Alliance suppress this mad monster.

Lu Chen heard the noise.

But he completely ignored the terrified deacon.

He gently placed the girl on a cleaner stone slab.

He took off his tattered, blood-stained, and mud-covered coat with both hands.

With a forceful tear, the coat was ripped into several wide and sturdy strips of cloth.

Lu Chen moved very gently, bent down, and steadily lifted A-Nan up, securing her firmly to his broad back with a cloth strap.

Make sure the little girl's face doesn't slip off your shoulder when she's leaning against it.

Lu Chen straightened up.

The blood and qi of the ten layers of iron shirt were still churning inside his body, and hot white steam was rising from his iron-gray skin.

He raised his head.

The gaze travels through the collapsed courtyard wall and across the muddy streets of the outer city.

They locked their gaze on the enormous stone monument in the far distance.

That is the town's guardian stele, which stands in the center of Xuanni City and is used to demarcate the boundary between immortals and mortals.