Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

Inside the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion, the killing formation was fully activated.

Dozens of azure wind blades, comparable to a full-force attack from a Foundation Establishment cultivator, materialized out of thin air. This formation was extremely vicious, completely disregarding any semblance of immortal decorum. All the wind blades, accompanied by piercing shrieks that tore through the air, resembled an impenetrable rain of blood, relentlessly slashing down towards Lu Chen's neck, heart, temples, and other vital points.

For an ordinary rogue cultivator, facing such a deadly situation at close range, the only outcome would be to be instantly shredded into pieces.

Lu Chen didn't even blink.

He didn't even make a dodging movement; at that moment, the extreme qi and blood within his chest roared like thunder. Twelve layers of pure yang qi and blood surged wildly out along the thick meridians, directly creating an extremely thick, crimson qi and blood barrier in front of his chest and abdomen.

This barrier didn't protect his own vital points, but instead tightly wrapped the wolfskin robe tied to his chest. The blind little girl, A'nan, inside was completely protected by this domineering yet tender force, not even a wisp of the array's gale could reach her.

Having protected the cub, Lu Chen was able to act with complete freedom.

The terrifying power of the Thousand Layers of Iron Shirt Technique was unleashed with a roar. The surface of his dark iron skin, which had originally appeared as a deep and somber color, instantly burst forth with dense, dark golden wild patterns. His physical strength was forcibly pushed to its limit, and he actually used his pure flesh and blood to withstand the chaotic immortal killing formation that filled the room.

"Jingle bells!"

The dense, crashing sounds exploded wildly in the narrow building, like a hundred hammers striking a solid steel ingot simultaneously.

The incomparably sharp wind blades slashed at Lu Chen's rugged, bare chest. Although the violent sword energy contained within shattered the mud and filth on his body, it couldn't cut through the dark golden membrane at all.

The sharp blade scraped against his rough, hard skin, leaving only a dozen or so fleeting streaks of fire. After a sickening scraping sound, it hadn't even managed to break a single strand of his oily skin.

The goatee-bearded old man hid inside the light shield at the core of the formation, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

He was so frightened that he stumbled backward, his heel caught on the collapsed wooden frame on the ground, and he staggered back three big steps before he could barely stand.

This killing formation was his trump card, bought with half a lifetime's savings. He usually used it to easily trap and kill those foolish Foundation Establishment stage cultivators. But today, this indestructible wind blade couldn't even cut through the skin of a mortal whose body showed no spiritual energy.

The old man's lofty pride as a cultivator crumbled completely at this moment, leaving not a trace.

Lu Chen didn't give him a single moment to recover from his shock.

The muscles of his powerful right leg suddenly bulged, and the iron boot beneath his foot stomped down like an ancient giant elephant. A hundred thousand jin of brute force was poured into the ground without reservation, shattering the bluestone slabs of the entire long street.

The enormous reaction force propelled Lu Chen's massive, towering body forward.

He transformed into an unreasonable human ramming hammer, crushing through the remaining wind blades that were still howling ahead. The array's air currents, as sharp as flying swords, were instantly shattered by his impact, turning into a chaotic mass of waste gas.

In the blink of an eye, Lu Chen, radiating an overwhelming and ferocious aura, had already brought the old man right up to him.

"Don't come any closer!"

The old man forced out a distorted scream, his only remaining left hand frantically reaching for his waist, attempting to summon his natal flying sword in a desperate last stand.

Before his fingers could even touch the sword hilt, Lu Chen's large, black hand, as big as a fan, had already swooped down from mid-air with remarkable precision, like the sharp claws of an eagle pouncing on its prey.

A large, thick finger covered the old man's skull.

The force transmitted through the fingertips was terrifying; the five fingers, like steel bars, dug themselves into the cracks of the old man's skull. The bones emitted a teeth-grinding squeaking sound, and the old man was forcibly lifted into the air by this overwhelming brute force, his legs kicking helplessly, like a grasshopper about to be crushed at any moment.

The old man's face contorted in pain as urine gushed out from his groin, instantly soaking his Taoist robe and filling the air with a foul stench.

Lu Chen's expression was cold, his rough voice filled with extreme violence: "Unlock the array patterns on it. Otherwise, I'll crush these old bones of yours right now."

The extreme deterrence of life and death being reversed, and the unreasonable and extreme pressure exerted.

Faced with such overwhelming force, the old man's cunning schemes were completely crushed by fear. He dared not disobey in the slightest, and with trembling hands, he raised his left hand and frantically poured the remaining true energy into the high-level deacon's jade pouch in his hand.

With a very slight "click" sound, the spirit-locking restriction placed deep inside the jade pouch by the Qingxiao Sword Sect was completely neutralized.

The moment the jade pouch was untied, Lu Chen's eyes flashed with a fierce light.

He had absolutely no respect for the elderly or care for the young. He would never leave any chance of survival for such a treacherous old dog who dared to feed the girl with poison.

Without hesitation, the thick wrist suddenly tightened inward.

"Snap!"

A deafening roar of bones shattering echoed through the air. The old man's skull exploded like a rotten watermelon smashed by a giant hammer. Scalding red and white blood splattered freely between Lu Chen's fingers, covering the ground in a mess.

The headless corpse slumped limply into the mud, twitched twice, and died instantly.

The old man's storage pouch, now unclaimed, fell to the ground. Several radiant, high-grade immortal flying swords rolled out from it.

Lu Chen didn't even glance at the treasure these cultivators were after, and stomped on it mercilessly with his Xuan Tie foot. A series of extremely crisp cracking sounds rang out, and the flying sword was crushed into several twisted pieces of scrap metal by his foot.

The divine weapons and treasures of the cultivation world are no match for his 100,000 jin of brute force.

He bent down and ripped the bag full of mid-grade spirit stones off the old man's body. These were hard currency in the market. Lu Chen weighed them in his hand and roughly stuffed them into his tattered waistband.

With these stones, we can at least exchange them for plenty of high-quality real meat from ferocious beasts for Anan to eat in the future.

Then, Lu Chen's gaze was fixed on the ancient jade box in the ruins of the counter. This was the precious treasure that had fallen from Song Que's jade pouch, and it was emitting an extremely rich and alluring medicinal fragrance.

He strode over, grabbed the jade box tightly, and casually activated the mechanism.

The jade box popped open, revealing a heart-shaped, deep red ginseng root lying quietly inside. Each ginseng root was clearly defined, and its surface was covered with natural vein-like patterns.

A century-old blood-patterned ginseng.

This is a top-grade spiritual medicine that even Foundation Establishment cultivators would fight tooth and nail to obtain.

Without any hesitation, Lu Chen grabbed the Blood-Veined Ginseng and roughly shoved it into his mouth, roots and all. His sharp teeth tore and swallowed frantically, his mouth filled with red medicinal juice.

The moment the herbs were swallowed, a surge of powerful and violent spiritual energy exploded in the stomach.

The Extreme Furnace was surging and operating wildly, and its domineering blood energy rushed up and instantly burned and sifted out the violent spiritual energy and impurities and toxins contained in the Blood Pattern Ginseng that belonged to the laws of immortality.

After a very rough filtering process, Lu Chen extended his rough right index finger.

He channeled all the medicinal power he had extracted from his body to his fingertips, ultimately condensing it into a single drop of the most gentle and pure ginseng essence. This drop of essence was a bright red, without a trace of madness.

Lu Chen lowered his head, his movements extremely gentle, and carefully placed the drop of essence into A'nan's open mouth.

The blood ginseng essence has an immediate and remarkable effect as soon as it enters the stomach.

Anan's previously withered and sallow face instantly glowed with a translucent, jade-like radiance. A powerful, gentle vitality coursed through her body, flowing down her throat.

A faint, strange red light flashed unexpectedly in the little girl's blind eyes, which were covered by a cloudy white film.

Immediately afterwards, extremely faint humming sounds emanated from within her small body. Her originally fragile constitution began to rapidly strengthen and transform under the powerful nourishment of this immense life force.

With pure blood cleansing his bones and the first signs of spiritual insight, this body, casually destroyed by an immortal, is now unleashing a terrifying talent that is far beyond the ordinary.

Lu Chen looked at the little girl's rosy cheeks, and just as he raised his calloused hand, he hadn't yet had time to wipe the remaining liquid from the corner of her mouth.

A sudden and unexpected change has occurred!

A deafening roar, tearing through the void, suddenly descended from the sky directly above the market.

The commotion was immense, as if some colossal object had forcefully ripped through the sky. The thick miasma that had lingered over Blood Rock Market for years was torn to shreds by a violent hurricane.

A massive, blood-red warship, a full thirty feet long, pierced through the thick, dark clouds and descended upon Blood Rock Market with a suffocatingly terrifying pressure.

The massive warship glowed with a dark red light, its enormous shadow, like a collapsed mountain, shrouding the entire market. The sunlight on the street was instantly blocked, plunging the surroundings into a terrifying gloom.

The rogue cultivators who were still scheming against each other and plotting to kill for money on the main street of the market were all paralyzed to the ground by the sudden pressure of the Core Formation stage, and they all looked up at the sky with pale faces.

They didn't give these people any chance to react at all.

At the same time, the four core array eyes at the bottom of the warship lit up with blinding light. Four blood-red, fierce beams of light, as thick as ancient trees that could be embraced together, carrying an aura of destruction, slashed down fiercely towards the four corners of the earth below.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Four streaks of blood-red light crashed to the ground, instantly connecting and intertwining to form a giant, inverted bowl-shaped glass-like sealing array.

The light curtain closed, completely severing all connections between the market and the outside world.

The Qingxiao Sword Sect's ultimate killing trap has been completed. This trap, designed specifically to close the door and beat the dog, has directly locked thousands of innocent lives and Lu Chen, who is carrying the black tablet, in this desperate place with nowhere to escape!