Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

On the dilapidated main street of Blood Rock Market, a deadly stalemate has unfolded.

The scattered cultivators, who were desperate to win the pledge of allegiance in exchange for their lives, went completely mad. A dozen or so high-grade Spirit Rhinoceros Swords, sharp enough to cut through iron like mud, carrying dazzling, multicolored true energy, roared down from mid-air.

Sharp ice spears and scorching fireballs, mixed among the flying sword formations, accompanied by terrifying whistling sounds capable of shattering iron peaks on the spot, swept over Lu Chen's thirty-six vital points.

The simultaneous arrival of such a high density of immortal killing moves, just the spiritual pressure storm alone, crushed several demon bone shops on both sides of the long street into powder.

Faced with such a barrage of magical spells, a mortal's flesh and blood should have instantly turned into a pile of mangled pulp.

But Lu Chen didn't dodge at all.

His legs were like two ancient tree stumps, firmly nailed to the bluestone slab. As his center of gravity sank to the ground, the thick, dark red blood vessels on his once bare chest began to churn wildly.

He concentrated all his vital energy in his chest, wrapping the thick, dark wolfskin covering Ah Nan tightly around her.

As for himself?

Faced with those deadly flying swords slashing down from above, Lu Chen didn't even lift his large, fan-like, deep blue hands half a foot.

No defense! No avoidance!

This is such an overbearing disregard; it is an extreme contempt for the lofty methods of those cultivators.

"Clang! Boom!"

A barrage of flying swords and spells rained down on his dark skin.

The violent sword energy and the intense heat of the spell instantly evaporated the sweat seeping from Lu Chen's body, turning it into a large cloud of white mist. The sword blades, sharp enough to cut through iron like mud, scraped fiercely against the rough, hard skin, leaving only a dozen or so red lines of varying depths.

It can't be broken!

It's impossible to break through!

On the contrary, the terrifying counterattack from that ultimate physical body bounced back directly along the sword blade.

A dozen or so high-grade Spirit Rhinoceros Swords, touted as divine weapons, simultaneously emitted mournful cries the moment they touched the membrane. Then, these swords shattered and broke in mid-air!

Countless broken sword blades and fragments of iron flew backward like raindrops.

This is not some magical shield made out of thin air at all. It is the result of the profound inner strength and the pure hardness of the physical body that has worn down the cultivator's magic weapon!

The scarred man who was leading the shouting nearly popped his eyes out of his head in shock.

Hundreds of independent cultivators gasped, mouths agape. This mortal shield, impervious to gods and demons, completely shattered all the common sense they had gained from a lifetime of cultivation.

High in the air, the face of the Qingxiao envoy, who had been expressionless, suddenly trembled.

His usually haughty eyes suddenly widened in shock.

"A body cultivator! A pure body cultivator?!" The envoy pointed downwards, his voice trembling as he shouted, "This remnant of the ancients hasn't been eradicated!"

A single exclamation sent the ancient and oppressive reputation of the Extreme Body Cultivator crashing back into the eyes of the contemporary immortal sects.

Lu Chen didn't even bother to say a word of nonsense, and directly let out a violent and cold laugh.

His heavy right foot suddenly lifted up and stomped down hard on the muddy ground beneath his feet.

"Bang!"

With a thunderous roar like a bolt from the blue, the ground, a mixture of granite and bluestone, could not withstand the immense force and collapsed, cracking into three wide, deep trenches.

The air currents surged back like a tidal wave.

Using the violent reaction force, Lu Chen became like a heavy cannon shot, leaving a trail of afterimages as he burst through the air and crashed into the side of the scarred man who was leading the group.

This kind of deadly close-combat burst, which has no spells, no hand seals, and no pre-cast animation, perfectly demonstrates the dominance of pure body cultivators in melee combat.

The scarred man felt a blur before his eyes, and a suffocating gust of wind covered his face.

He didn't even have a chance to reassemble the magic shield.

Lu Chen's massive, iron-claw-like hand shot out from mid-air, gripping the man's Adam's apple and lifting the 200-pound body cultivator into the air.

With just a gentle push from the five fingers.

"Click."

The protective magic shield that the scarred man was so proud of was easily torn apart like a piece of paper.

With a muffled thud as the throat bone shattered completely, Lu Chen didn't even glance at it. He casually tossed the limp, headless corpse away like a rotten cabbage.

The body crashed heavily into a stinking mud pit a dozen steps away, splashing up a large amount of sewage; it was completely dead.

Once the floodgates of slaughter are opened, there is no turning back.

Lu Chen transformed into an ancient, ferocious beast that broke free of its cage and charged straight at the flock of sheep.

He doesn't need any weapons or magical artifacts. This body, forged through countless trials, with its broad, thick, hard shoulders, elbows like iron pillars, and thick, fierce knees, is the most ruthless and unreasonable weapon in the world!

"Boom! Bang!"

There are no tricks, only pure speed and power.

A dozen or so Foundation Establishment cultivators who couldn't dodge in time were hit squarely by his physical chariot. Those laughable defensive magic treasures didn't even last a breath before they were smashed to pieces along with their bodies.

In mid-air, severed limbs mixed with scalding blood transformed into an extremely dazzling crimson rain, which poured down across the long street.

Faced with this group of lackeys who were willing to betray their conscience to curry favor with the immortals, Lu Chen held back not a single bit of his strength.

The more they kill, the faster they go; the more they crash, the more ferocious they become.

As the extreme qi and blood rapidly spun amidst endless physical slaughter, the thousand-layered iron shirt furnace in Lu Chen's chest cavity emitted a deafening thunderous roar.

His breathing became heavy and labored, and the thick veins all over his body, under the continuous exertion of his fury, actually emitted a loud, booming sound like a large old bow being stretched to its limit!

Those dark blue muscles, as if they possessed an independent life, twisted, coiled, and bulged extremely on his arms and back.

With the eruption of his ultimate meridians, his power surged to an astonishingly high peak.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three consecutive, earth-shattering explosions, like metal and stone breaking, erupted.

With the immense force of his muscles snapping like bowstrings, the centuries-old black iron chains that were originally tightly wrapped around his waist and shoulders to bind the heavy black monument were stretched to their limit!

The muscles of that body were twisted like a dragon, and with the terrifying constricting force of the expanding flesh, the century-old iron lock, as thick as an infant's arm, was broken inch by inch on the spot!

Countless fragments of broken iron locks shot out in all directions with a terrifying whooshing sound, piercing directly through the ruins of the buildings on both sides.

The iron chains turned into flying debris and vanished into thin air, the restraints completely disappearing.

The town-guarding stele, weighing over 30,000 jin, behind Lu Chen lost its anchor and immediately emitted a muffled whistle as it slid down his broad back into the mud below.

Previously, the stele was struck by lightning, and its surface was covered with a thick layer of charred ash to conceal its location.

At this moment, Lu Chen's violent muscle tremors and the impact of the breaking chains completely shattered the charred shell.

The black ash has dissipated.

Layer upon layer of intricate, faintly glowing cyan demon-locking runes were clearly visible on the surface of the Dao stele.

This treasured artifact of the Azure Sky Sword Sect has finally revealed its true form in the very center of this battlefield of carnage.

The massive black rock, weighing 30,000 jin (approximately 15,000 kg), plummeted downwards, about to crash into the muddy swamp.

At that very moment, Lu Chen abruptly stopped.

The right arm, as thick as a bronze pillar, didn't turn around at all; instead, it suddenly slashed backward with an inhumanly powerful motion!

The five fingers are like the most powerful iron hooks.

"clang!"

A dull thud.

Lu Chen gripped the edge of the broad black monument tightly with one hand, his fingertips digging into the hard cracks in the rock. His upper arm muscles bulged, veins throbbing like earthworms, and he actually managed to lift the 30,000-pound monument steadily behind him with a single, effortless effort!

The muddy water stopped less than half an inch below the black monument.

The single palm gripping the heavy black monument with its back creates an unshakeable, static force that exudes an overwhelming and suffocating arrogance.

Above the void.

The high and mighty Qingxiao envoy stared intently at the large blue talisman revealed on the surface of the monument.

The panic that had been on the envoy's face due to the birth of a pure body cultivator instantly transformed into extreme ferocity and rage the moment he confirmed the talisman.

His face twitched violently, his features completely distorted, and his maniacal laughter exploded fiercely in mid-air like that of a madman.

"The Dao Stele! It really is our sect's guardian Dao Stele!"

The envoy was so angry that he trembled all over and roared at Lu Chen below.

"It really was you, you barbarian thief, who stole the most precious treasure of my Azure Sky Great Sword Sect! You caused my great formation to collapse!"

The envoy's face was completely distorted. This was not some random case of passing by to investigate a case; this was a blood feud that had directly dug up the ancestral graves of the immortal sect!

"With both old and new grudges piled up, today I will tear you two ignorant barbarians apart inch by inch and refine you into oil!"

The violent spiritual pressure belonging to a Core Formation expert, accompanied by deadly curses, bombarded downwards.

at the same time.

In a dark corner of the long street, in that stinking, deep pool of ruins.

The Lord of Xuanni City, who had been crouching like a turtle observing the battle, was tightly locking away his Golden Core aura, not daring to even breathe loudly.

When he peeked out from the mud and saw Lu Chen, who was carrying a 30,000-pound black monument with one hand and slaughtering people like a god descending to earth, he was so frightened that he shuddered.

A mouthful of bloody, sweet-smelling foam had just reached his throat when he swallowed it back down.

This terrifying physical monster clashed head-on with the enraged Core Formation envoy in mid-air. The Lord of Xuanni City dared not show his face again. He buried his head even deeper into the stinking ditch, further resolving his long-term plan to wait and see, intending to wait for the outcome to be decided above.

Under the blockade of the great formation.

Lu Chen's legs were firmly rooted in the mud and bluestone like two nails, while his chest protected the sleeping A-Nan.

He firmly held up the 30,000-pound broken monument with one arm.

He suddenly raised his sweat-drenched head, his large, dark eyes fixed on the arrogant Core Formation cultivator soaring high in the air.

Without the slightest fear, without uttering a single wasted word.

Lu Chen opened his throat and, in the roughest voice, uttered his bold words to the sky.

"Want my head?"

"Then get down here and see if you, you old dog from the immortal sect, have those good gold teeth!"