Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

At the end of the long street in Blood Rock Market.

Lu Chen's tall, wounded figure rose from the ground.

His body was covered in boiling blood mixed with reddish-purple air currents, leaving an extremely violent charging afterimage in mid-air.

He was like a giant hammer that crashed into a mountain, trailing a fiery tail!

He doesn't bother with those fancy tricks or techniques for breaking formations.

Lu Chen pressed his thick left shoulder firmly against the bottom of the black monument, his muscles contorting in agony.

He charged headlong, along with the monument, directly and recklessly towards the towering, blood-red barrier in mid-air.

This is the most unreasonable fighting style of the ultimate body cultivator, using the heaviest physical body to crush all the restrictions of the immortal sects!

"Crack—!!!"

A deafening, earth-shattering sound, powerful enough to shatter the souls of those around them, exploded in mid-air.

This high-level light membrane, several inches thick and said to be virtually indestructible during the Foundation Building stage, was subjected to the most brutal physical abuse.

The moment the giant monument struck.

The center of the light film was forcibly pushed outward by this terrifying brute force, creating a huge semi-circular crater.

The red light flashed rapidly.

The membrane was stretched to its limit, emitting an extremely sharp wail.

Lu Chen hovered in mid-air, his feet suddenly stomping through the air, creating a series of deafening air explosions.

At this moment, 100,000 jin of brute force was unleashed without reservation.

The ultimate true energy of the Iron Shirt technique within his body flowed down his thick arms and into the front edge of the black monument.

"break!"

Lu Chen let out a roar.

"Wave--!!!"

The deafening sound of shattering echoed throughout the city.

All the central rune chains of the entire warship formation were smashed into countless flying fragments by this brute force.

A huge hole was blasted open in the blood-red light curtain on the spot!

The core of the formation was violently smashed through.

The thirty-foot-tall Azure Sky Warship, which was suspended above the market and served as the main power source, immediately suffered a fatal backlash.

The chassis of the warship suddenly lit up with a blinding red light.

Followed by.

A series of extremely violent explosions erupted violently inside the cabin.

Countless high-grade spirit stones were blasted into powder in the furnace, and thick plumes of black smoke billowed up.

This magnificent immortal artifact, which usually swaggered around Dongxuan Prefecture, was now completely paralyzed.

The massive, thirty-foot-long boat tilted precariously, plunging headlong into the bottomless cliff outside the market.

The falling object caused a tremendous, earth-shaking roar.

Just a moment before the great formation shattered.

Lu Chen's shoulder bones were under extreme pressure, and his body slumped slightly.

The bottom of the broken stone tablet he was carrying on his shoulder brushed against the edge of the market.

There stands a jade pillar representing the supreme authority of the immortal sect.

This pillar has stood for hundreds of years, and the illustrious name of the Azure Sky Sword Sect is engraved on it.

"Swoosh—"

An extremely piercing friction sound tore through the sky.

The 30,000-jin heavy stele, carrying the immense force of a violent descent, plowed down fiercely from the very top of this jade boundary stone.

Stone chips shot out wildly.

The extreme gravity directly scraped a horrific gash more than seven feet deep into the boundary stone!

With a muffled boom, the entire boundary stone snapped in half on the spot.

The trace of orthodox immortal spiritual energy that the Nascent Soul Ancestor of the Azure Sky Sword Sect personally infused into the boundary stone was instantly crushed into nothingness and ashes in the face of this extremely domineering gravity.

An extremely eerie buzzing sound even emanated from the heavens and earth.

The will of Heaven is issuing a warning about the collapse of the celestial authority.

This seven-foot-deep iron monument, a declaration of war, is permanently imprinted on the ruins of Blood Rock Market.

The scattered red rays of light transformed into a torrential downpour of red rain, which fell thick and fast across the long street.

The Killing City Prison, which had been sealed off from Blood Rock Market for almost half an hour, was smashed open with a huge hole.

The thousands of low-level cultivators and mine slaves below, who were usually subservient and were killed by flying swords even less than ants, were all frozen in place.

Everyone stared intently at the seven-foot-deep gash.

in the crowd.

Several elderly body cultivators, their hair gray and who had struggled at the bottom of society for decades, found their eyes reddening without them even realizing it.

Scalding tears mixed with mud splashed onto the ground.

They watched the rugged figure preparing to cross the ruins, and despite being covered in mud, they solemnly clenched their fists.

These people bowed deeply, lowering their heads to the dust.

This is not only awe of the strong, but also an extreme form of worship for the exhilarating and unrestrained spirit that dares to shatter the rules of the immortals.

The backlash from the collapse of the great formation swept everywhere.

The gash on Lu Chen's shoulder, torn open by the heavy pressure, was still bleeding.

Scalding blood dripped onto the large rock, flowing down the charred surface of the monument.

He completely disregarded his injuries, and instead, facing the torrential rain, let out a wild and arrogant laugh that resonated throughout the heavens and earth.

"You think you can confine me to this broken bamboo cage for the rest of my life?!"

The voice was extremely rude and domineering.

The more blood a man is covered in, the straighter his back becomes!

Amidst the laughter, Lu Chen's large left hand protectively covered his chest.

He shoved the little girl, who was about to slip due to the violent movement, deep into the wolf skin, completely blocking out the bloody storm outside.

He firmly supported the heavy stone tablet weighing 30,000 jin on one shoulder, using his legs to exert force.

Using the momentum from bursting through the rubble, he leaped seven zhang into the air.

In mid-air, Lu Chen showed no lingering attachment, not even glancing back at the market.

With an indomitable and ferocious aura, he plunged headlong into the deepest part of the boundless, poisonous forest.

A strong wind swept by.

high in the air.

The Qingxiao envoy stood motionless on a flying sword.

He watched helplessly as the warship crashed to the bottom of the cliff, and then saw the shocking seven-foot-deep blood pit on the boundary stone pillar below.

The envoy's internal organs were convulsing violently, and his face turned a deep purplish-red.

He was so angry that the finger pointing at his sword was trembling violently.

A dignified Core Formation Guardian, a high-ranking member of the inner sect of the Azure Sky Sword Sect!

I've actually been driven to this point by a mere mortal without any spiritual energy.

Even the warships used to intimidate the surrounding area were smashed to pieces.

An overwhelming sense of shame welled up in my heart.

But the special envoy did not rush after him.

The terrifying gravity that Lu Chen had just unleashed, capable of crushing everything, had completely shattered his courage to fight alone.

With a trembling right hand, he pulled out a talisman that shimmered with an extremely intense blood-red light from his storage ring.

This is the Qingxiao Sword Sect's highest-level distress signal—the Myriad Miles of Blood Tale.

"Snap!"

The envoy gritted his teeth and crushed the blood-stained note to pieces.

The ear-piercing, blood-red sound waves shot straight into the sky, hurtling wildly towards the main camp of the Qingxiao Sword Sect in Dongxuan Prefecture.

Just now.

A dark streak of light flew crookedly up from the muddy pit below.

The Lord of Xuanni City stumbled and stopped in front of the special envoy.

The old fox reacted extremely quickly, raising his hand to wipe away the fake blood he had just forced out of his mouth with his sleeve.

He suddenly knelt on one knee on the edge of the flying sword in mid-air, striking a righteous and awe-inspiring pose.

"Your Excellency, Special Envoy!"

The Lord of Xuanni City roared at the top of his lungs.

"Although that madman cunningly destroyed the warship, he took the full force of the Suppressing Demon Seal, and must have suffered a fatal injury!"

"He's now fled into the southern wilderness, his strength is waning!"

The city lord's face was full of fervor, and his words were earnest.

"This humble official is willing to lead the last few dozen elite soldiers of the City Lord's Mansion as the vanguard, disregarding everything to ensure that you leave no trace of that madman's blood!"

"As long as it helps the sect's army to track his whereabouts, I would gladly die a thousand deaths!"

The special envoy is currently in a state of severe injury, rage, and helplessness.

Hearing the Lord of Xuanni City volunteer, he was overjoyed.

"Good! Your loyalty is commendable!"

The envoy abruptly waved his sleeve and granted permission on the spot.

"Take men and give chase immediately! Keep track of his movements, and once the sect's army arrives, I will reward you handsomely!"

The Lord of Xuanni City bowed his head tightly and repeatedly accepted the order.

Under the guise of kowtowing, an extremely intense and sinister scheme flashed in the city lord's eyes.

His move was a strategic retreat, allowing him to legitimately escape the surveillance of higher-ups.

The vital energy and divine embryo in that blind little girl's body had long been an intense and persistent desire in his heart.

He led his team into the wilderness, not with the intention of risking his life.

As long as he waits for the entire army of cultivators on the mountain to fight the barbarian cultivators to a standstill, he, the most venomous old sparrow, can take advantage of the chaos to seize the Qi and Blood Divine Embryo!

The city lord's true energy surged wildly as he turned and sped off towards the Great Wilderness.

The Great Wilderness Abyss.

The thick, impenetrable poisonous fog billowed and billowed among the ancient trees that blocked out the sky.

There wasn't a single sound from birds or animals around; it was eerily quiet.

Lu Chen carried the 30,000-jin (15,000 kg) broken ancient stele on one shoulder, his two big feet treading on the black mud that was above his ankles.

The heavy steps were extremely steady, without the slightest pause.

Inside the wolf skin, a ghostly wind.

A-Nan stretched out her cold little hand and tightly gripped Lu Chen's blood-stained, tattered clothes.

The little girl could smell the extremely pungent stench of blood.

It all flowed from Lu Chen's body.

Lu Chen stopped.

He stretched out his rough, large right hand, still covered in bone fragments and blood, and vigorously rubbed A-Nan's messy hair a few times.

A soft groan escaped his throat, his tone revealing no trace of pain or distress.

"Don't be afraid."

Lu Chen grinned, his chapped lips parted, and his voice was rough and bold.

"Later I'll kill a few long-haired wolfhounds, skin them, and give you some good meat and bones to eat."

He patted the wolf-skin leg wraps on his chest.

"Come on, I'll take you deeper in, to see some really good roasted jerky!"

Extremely tough! Extremely crude!

He casually described the gruesome, bloody wounds on his body—enough to take half the life of an ordinary body cultivator—as part of his everyday conversation.

Lu Chen, carrying the blind little girl, strode forward once more.

The heavy iron boots pounded through layers of black mud.

The two figures, one large and one small, disappeared step by step into the vast and boundless wilderness.

Only a series of extremely deep and heavy footprints were left behind, which were quickly washed away and filled by the heavy rain.

this day.

The deafening roar that shook the immortal sects and destroyed the powerful artifacts used in the Blood Rock Market caused an uproar.

Instead of being suppressed, the commotion escalated at an alarming rate.

The lowly cultivators who escaped the market scattered and fled in groups.

Faces filled with utter shock spread the word about this incredible scene far and wide.

The astonishing tale of "a mad bandit resisting a giant monument and leaving blood to plow the immortal pillar" spread throughout the entire cultivation world of Dongxuan Prefecture in just two or three days!

In a dilapidated tea stall on the outskirts of Blood Rock Market.

Several rogue cultivators who had miraculously survived sat around the stove, gulping down cheap liquor to calm their nerves.

An old Taoist priest was gesticulating wildly and shouting at the top of his lungs.

"A massive black stone tablet weighing 30,000 jin! That ordinary man just swung it up with one hand!"

The old man slapped the broken wooden table in front of him, shattering it.

"Treat that high and mighty Great Azure Sword Immortal like a grandson!"

Several Qi Refining stage cultivators who were on their way nearby gasped in disbelief.

Just then, a series of extremely rapid whooshing sounds suddenly came from the main road outside the tea stall.

Everyone turned to look.

On the horizon, hundreds of dazzling sword lights, trailing long flames, surged toward the Great Wilderness.

At the very front, on the enormous magic sword, stood a blood-red banner with a huge character for "kill" written on it.

The old monk in the tea stall smashed his wine bowl to pieces with a "crack".

He stared intently at the flash of sword light, his Adam's apple bobbing violently.

"It's a Bloodstained Kill Order from the Azure Sky Sword Sect!"

The old cultivator's voice trembled, completely changing its tone.

"The heavens of Dongxuan Prefecture... are about to be utterly shattered by that barbarian who betrayed the monument!"