Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

The spear whistled as it thrust forward, its tip tearing through Li Laosi's tattered, coarse cloth garment. The commander wore a cruel smile, bracing himself for the bloody spectacle of this lowly mortal's heart exploding.

"when!"

There was no gushing blood, no dull sound of a sharp blade piercing internal organs.

The spearhead, forged from black iron, pierced through the skin and flesh of Li Laosi's heart, but only penetrated half an inch.

Next, the commander felt as if his thrust, infused with true energy, had pierced into a piece of refined steel.

The tough flesh on Li Laosi's chest, recently transformed by the desolate blood, along with the thick tendons beneath, instantly clamped together violently. The sharp spear was firmly stuck by this unreasonable muscular force, unable to advance even an inch further.

The commander's sinister smile froze.

He stared in utter horror at the mud-covered butcher before him. This was a Xuan Iron spear; even a second-tier demonic beast would have been pierced through by it.

"What the hell kind of monster are you?!"

The commander let out a strange, distorted cry. Instinctively, he tried to pull back his spear and create distance.

He gripped the spear shaft with both hands, his arm muscles bulging, and pulled back with all his might.

Not moving.

Li Laosi stood still, the spear lodged in his chest, his body not even swaying.

The butcher slowly raised his thick left hand and gripped the cold spear shaft tightly with one hand.

The enormous, forcibly modified heart inside the chest cavity—the Extreme Blood Furnace—let out a thunderous roar like a drumbeat.

Scalding dark red blood pumped from his heart, frantically washing over his limbs and bones. Veins bulged high, and Li Laosi's arm swelled up, unleashing terrifying power.

"come over!"

Li Laosi let out a roar that sounded inhuman. He suddenly exerted force with his left arm.

The commander couldn't hold onto the spear at all; the brute force pulled him forward, causing him to stumble and be dragged right in front of Li Laosi. The two were almost face to face.

Before the commander could even cry out in surprise, Li Laosi moved the butcher knife in his right hand.

The lacerated boning knife, stained with the blood of immortals during the day, drew an extremely vicious arc and slashed upwards.

There were no unnecessary movements; it was all the butcher's instinct for butchering cattle, honed over decades on the chopping board.

The blade precisely sliced ​​into the commander's right armpit, then flicked upwards with the tip.

"Pfft!"

The commander's right hand tendon was severed, and his entire arm slumped down on the spot, gushing blood.

"Aaaaaah, my hand!" The commander screamed like a pig being slaughtered, clutching his arm and collapsing to his knees.

The two guards who had been mocking him were now terrified, their nerves nearly leaving their heads. Was this really the same spineless coward who used to be bullied in the outer city?

"This bastard is weird! Let's all attack!"

The tall, thin guard roared to bolster his courage. The two men drew their standard-issue short swords from their waists, trudging through the mud, and attacked Li Laosi from both sides.

The blade whistled as it hurtled towards Li Laosi's neck and lower back.

Li Laosi did not hide.

He simply closed his eyes.

The roar of blood and qi within his chest grew louder and louder, drowning out the sound of wind and rain outside. At this moment, the butcher's instinct to butcher an ox completely took over this body that had been transformed by wild blood.

Two short knives approached.

Li Laosi bent his legs slightly and suddenly twisted his waist in an extremely strange posture.

The muscles and bones made a teeth-grinding grinding sound, and the burly man was like a boneless snake, his entire upper body bent backward at an incredible angle.

"Swish! Swish!"

Two sharp daggers narrowly grazed Li Laosi's chest, cutting through his skin but not damaging his bones or muscles.

Just as the opponent's sword strike missed its mark, and the old force had just dissipated before the new force was generated.

Li Laosi suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with a violent and ferocious light.

He slammed forward, his right shoulder carrying the violent power pumped out by the Extreme Blood Furnace, and crashed hard into the arms of the tall, thin guard on his left.

"Snap!"

The tall, thin guard was sent flying by the impact, and before he even hit the ground, Li Laosi thrust the butcher knife forward.

The blade tip avoided the bone and precisely entered the opponent's right rib.

Without pausing, the large hand gripping the knife handle twisted forcefully along the wound.

Butchers meticulously debone meat, ensuring that the tendons are severed and the flesh is separated.

"Uh..." The tall, thin guard's eyes bulged out, and he made a gurgling sound that sounded like air leaking from his mouth.

The organs were completely shattered by this churning.

Li Laosi pulled out his pig-slaughtering knife, drawing out a large clump of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

The tall, thin guard screamed and crashed straight into the mud, twitching twice before going still.

The last guard watched as his companion was slaughtered alive like a pig.

He was terrified, and the dagger in his hand clattered to the ground. He turned and ran.

The guard rushed toward the outside of the dilapidated temple in a panic, his vision blurred by the rain, and stepped on a moss-covered pebble.

He lost his balance and slipped and fell face-first into the mud.

He struggled desperately to get up, when a rough, muddy foot stepped on his back.

Li Laosi, carrying the pig-slaughtering knife that was constantly dripping blood, slowly walked up to him.

Rain washed away the blood from the butcher's face. He looked down at this lackey of the immortals, his bloodshot eyes showing no reverence for the cultivator.

The guard was terrified, his hands flailing wildly in the mud: "Don't kill me! Fourth Brother! Fourth Master! I'm just a servant following orders. The deaths in the outer city are all orders from the City Lord's Mansion, it has nothing to do with me!"

Li Laosi completely ignored his pleas for mercy.

He raised the butcher knife, his voice hoarse, uttering each word slowly and deliberately from his throat.

"At the end of Muddy Alley, there lives Blind Sun, who sells tofu."

Start.

"At the west entrance of the street, there was Widow Liu with a five-year-old baby."

The knife fell.

Instead of beheading him directly, Li Laosi used the back of his blade to smash the guard's shoulder blade, shattering the bone.

The guard let out a piercing scream.

"Grandma Wang begged you not to arrest her granddaughter during the day!"

Li Laosi continued to announce names, settling the heaviest blood debts of the lowest ants.

"Old Zhao, who worked himself to death in the mine to raise enough money for the festival offerings to the immortals!"

With each inscription, the extreme qi and blood within Li Laosi's body became more violent. The guard was in so much pain that he couldn't even beg for mercy; all that remained was instinctive convulsions.

"And what about Old Man Zhang, whose spine you just broke!"

Li Laosi's eyes turned bloodshot, and he erupted completely.

He gripped the nicked butcher knife with both hands, raising it high above his head. All the power of the Extreme Blood Furnace was poured into his arms.

He swung the sword down hard on the guard's vulnerable neck.

"laugh--"

Blood gushed into the sky like a fountain. The guard's terrified head rolled into the muddy water.

Li Laosi stood beside the corpse. He looked at his hands covered in blood, and his heavy breathing slowly calmed down.

Decades of pent-up frustration were finally released at this moment.

The butcher tilted his head back, facing the torrential, cold rain, and let out a low, hoarse laugh that was filled with extreme pleasure.

"Haha...hahaha!"

"Crispy! Even immortals' bones are brittle! They can be cut through just like that! And they'll still die!"

After the bitter laugh, Li Laosi felt a sense of emptiness in his body.

The series of outbursts just now put an enormous strain on his body, which had just undergone the transformation by the Desolate Blood.

The ultimate blood furnace within his body did not stop working. Instead, it operated even more frantically, squeezing out the last bit of potential from this mortal body.

At the same time, the blood furnace began to forcibly absorb the remaining life force of heaven and earth from the torrential rain and mud.

The complex vitality in the air seeped into his body through his large, open pores, constantly nourishing his injured tendons and bones. Li Laosi could clearly feel that the severed tendons in his hand were becoming thicker, and the torn flesh was healing rapidly.

The storm continues to rage.

Li Laosi squatted down and deftly cut off the black iron armor from the headless guard's corpse.

He tightly bound the leather armor to his muscular chest and tucked the butcher knife into his waistband.

Just as they changed their gear, something unexpected happened on the muddy path outside the dilapidated temple.

In the darkness in the distance, rows and rows of spiritual torches suddenly lit up without warning.

Along with the torchlight, a piercing whistling sound and screams carried on the wind and rain.

"Snapped!"

That was the sound of a spiritual whip striking flesh and blood.

Several cultivators from cultivation families affiliated with the Xuanni City Lord's Mansion were dressed in magnificent rain-proof robes and wielding whips that glowed with spiritual light.

In front of them were hundreds of ordinary, emaciated miners, barely clothed.

The monks whipped the miners, herding them like sheep, and made their way straight toward the ruined temple along the mountain path.