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The sky directly above Blood Rock Market was forcibly torn apart by that thirty-zhang-long crimson warship.

A vast and overwhelming divine power, originating from the Core Formation stage, crashed down from the bottom of the warship, showing no regard for celestial decorum, and slammed straight onto the muddy street. Thousands of rogue cultivators, who usually lived on the edge of death, were instantly crushed by this terrifying pressure. Large numbers of people's knees buckled, and they collapsed to their knees with a thud, finally collapsing into the stinking, black mud.

The situation was even worse for hundreds and thousands of low-level Qi Refining cultivators. Before they could even scream, their internal organs were shattered by the pressure, and they coughed up mouthfuls of blood, lying dead in the mud and water.

The barrier between immortals and mortals was on full display at this moment. The powerful immortal cultivators, high above in the clouds, looked down upon these mortal beings, treating them like beasts to be slaughtered.

In mid-air, the Qingxiao Sword Sect's special envoy, his face covered in layers of extreme frost, slowly descended from the center of the great formation, his feet resting on a broad flying sword that shimmered with top-grade firelight. Without any superfluous movements, his powerful and unparalleled Golden Core True Essence, carrying his voice, violently slammed into the eardrums of everyone below.

This was a powerful being from the lofty realm of cultivation, unleashing a ruthless judgment that left no one a way out. The battle situation instantly reached the brink of collapse.

The Xuan Ni City Lord, who had been following behind the special envoy, was hunched over, his eyes darting around rapidly in their sockets. He quickly stepped forward, clasped his hands together, and lowered himself considerably, his face full of obsequious flattery.

"The envoy's divine might is renowned throughout the land!" The Lord of Xuanni City bowed repeatedly, then lowered his body. "This humble official is willing to infiltrate those ruins below and carefully search for any traces left by that demonic cultivator. I am certain we will find clues to this treasure!"

This old man is well-versed in the art of survival. In such a life-or-death situation, he must stay far away from the eyes and ears of the Core Formation cultivators and secretly pursue his own selfish interests.

The envoy held his head high, waved his hand dismissively, and granted permission directly.

Having received approval, the Lord of Xuanni City was overjoyed. With a surge of true energy, he transformed into a dark gray streak of light and disappeared without looking back into the darkest, most foul-smelling ravines and ruins at the bottom of the market.

The moment he was out of the envoy's aerial view, the mask of flattery on his face shattered instantly. The savage, untamed blood within his dantian flared up, bringing with it an extreme backlash that pierced his very bones, twisting his entire face into a grotesque mess. The cruel true nature hidden beneath his skin was finally exposed.

Deep within the ruins and ditch, several low-level rogue cultivators, their meridians shattered by the immense pressure of the great formation, lay in pools of blood, critically injured and on the verge of death.

These mangled bodies became invaluable nourishment for the city lord, easing the tearing pain in his dantian. He didn't even bother with hand seals; his right hand's five fingers transformed into thick, long, sharp spikes, tearing open the throat of one of the men. A torrent of scalding blood gushed out.

The city lord opened his mouth wide, aimed at the rogue cultivator's tattered neck, and greedily devoured the hot, bloody flesh. The chilling venom had completely infiltrated the lower levels, and the most deadly undercurrents of crisis began to surge violently.

The celestial envoy looked down from above and issued a death sentence, leaving no survivors.

"Within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, hand over the murderer who killed Steward Song, and that priceless treasure!"

"If they are not brought forward to confront the ringleader, then this entire city of ten thousand will be sacrificed in blood, leaving not a single blade of grass alive!"

The remaining cultivators below were kowtowing frantically in the mud, their cries and pleas shaking the heavens and earth. The envoy remained completely unresponsive, ignoring all the commotion below, using this cold-blooded tyranny to force the entire city into a deadly situation with no way out.

The two mid-Foundation Establishment cultivators could no longer bear the extreme fear in their hearts. They exhausted the last bit of true essence in their Qi Seas, creating two extremely fast escape beams, rushing straight towards the edge of the blood-red array's barrier, attempting to force their way out.

The instant their flesh touched the edge of the great formation, the fierce array patterns on the light screen surged with red light. The two didn't even have a chance to struggle before the formation directly turned them into two withered, skeletal corpses, which fell straight down and smashed into two piles of broken bones on the bluestone slab.

This extremely cruel deterrent completely dispelled everyone's thoughts of escaping.

There was nowhere to escape.

Extreme fear forced all the evil thoughts hidden in the hearts of the scattered cultivators. In order to save their own lives, they began to attack and bite each other ruthlessly, trying to find someone to die in their place.

In a corner of the long street, a group of high-level rogue cultivators, whose attention had been drawn by Lu Chen's unleashed, violent pure Yang blood energy, immediately sensed a perfect opportunity to shift the crisis onto others. The wicked nature of humanity in the face of disaster was on full display.

One of the burly, body-cultivating men, clad in tattered animal hides and covered in scars, leaped onto the collapsed wall of demon bones. He stretched out his thick finger, pointing directly at the dilapidated structure of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion not far away, and roared at the top of his lungs.

"Stop biting! That old man's formation just unleashed an overwhelming surge of monstrous blood and energy!"

"That menacing commotion is definitely not benign; the real culprit is surely hiding inside that door! Everyone, attack together, capture this madman, and present him to the immortal in exchange for our lives!"

Upon hearing this, the hundreds of rogue cultivators, driven to the brink of madness by despair, felt as if they had grasped at their last straw. They scrambled to their feet from the mud, grabbed various magical artifacts of different lengths, and crushed the life-saving talismans in their hands.

Large swaths of blinding magical light erupted from all directions. All the deadly attacks were aimed at the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion, completely enveloping the crumbling building. The isolated predicament, condemned by thousands, was now fully formed, and an overwhelming sense of oppression rose sharply.

At this very moment, inside the Tianji Qiaoge building, which is mostly piled with ruins and rubble.

Lu Chen's movements were rough, but extremely meticulous. He picked up the thick wolf skin and wrapped it around A'nan's thin body in three layers, using every means to firmly bind the little girl to the most vital part of his chest and abdomen.

A-Nan stretched out her icy little hand and touched Lu Chen's thick, hot neck.

"Lu Chen, it stinks outside." The little girl sniffed, "It smells like gray rats covered in dead maggots."

This sentence, full of childlike perception, ruthlessly tears away the sanctimonious facade of those rogue monks, stripping away the stench emanating from their hearts.

Lu Chen stretched out his large, dark hand and wiped away the fine dust that had fallen on the little girl's eyebrows and eyes. He sensed the extreme power circulating in his chest cavity, ensuring that the blood and qi barrier in front of him did not loosen in the slightest.

After making the arrangements, he raised his head, a cold grin spreading across his lips, revealing a row of gleaming white teeth. This fiercely protective beast was fully awakened, with no intention of arguing or begging for mercy; all he wanted to do was launch a bottomless, violent counterattack.

His broad, bare upper body tensed abruptly. Lu Chen once again hoisted the massive, charred, heavy 30,000-jin town-guarding monument onto his back. His thick, muscular thighs bulged high, and when he stomped down, a deafening, thunderous roar resounded.

At that very moment, the Xuan Ni City Lord, who was buried deep in the ruins and had just had his fill of the blood of the rogue cultivators, suddenly twitched his nose twice.

In this chaotic street corner, he caught a faint yet incredibly pure scent of life. The scent emanated from A-Nan's body, from the ethereal flesh of someone whose bones had been cleansed by pure blood.

The desolate blood in the city lord's dantian began to throb wildly. An extremely swollen demonic greed rose up, and the city lord immediately focused all his lust on that blind little girl, wishing he could grab her and devour her alive.

But before the old fox could even move, he truly sensed another violent force emanating from the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion.

That was the terrifying power of a body made of ten thousand layers of black iron exploding, and the supreme blood light, as domineering as a volcanic eruption, shot straight up to the roof beams. The mutated and incomplete wild blood in the city lord's dantian was completely crushed by the orthodox supreme foundation, and was so frightened that he completely lost control on the spot.

The city lord collapsed to the ground, his legs trembling violently. His thoughts of seizing the spiritual flesh were shattered by the overwhelming power of the Dao. He quickly retreated behind the dark, broken wall, determined to remain hidden at the bottom and observe the battle from the shadows, never daring to show his face again.

"boom!"

The already broken door of Tianji Qiaoge was shattered into countless wood chips by a violent blow.

Sharp wood chips exploded with a deafening roar, shooting wildly outwards.

Lu Chen, shirtless with a thick wolf skin covering A'Nan on his chest and a massive, bottomless black monument on his back, strode across the threshold.

Outside, hundreds of flying swords and talismans, shimmering with deadly light, had woven a dense net. Lu Chen didn't even glance ahead; he raised his thick right leg high and stomped heavily down at the very center of the impenetrable rain of flying swords.