Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

Lu Chen withdrew his right fist.

The black metallic texture that had just appeared on the skin emitted a burst of white steam from the high temperature of the steam.

Followed by.

The muscles in my right arm suddenly bulged outwards, and the large tendons popped out.

The second punch was unleashed!

"Bang!"

The translucent, pale blue array wall could no longer withstand this unreasonable brute force.

Spiderweb-like cracks instantly spread across the entire light curtain dome.

With a deafening roar, the beast-trapping formation shattered completely.

Countless fragments of spiritual energy shot out wildly in all directions, smashing into the surrounding broken walls and creating a dense array of craters.

The four apricot-yellow flags stuck in the bluestone slab burst open with a "hiss," and the cinnabar runes on them burned to ashes.

"puff!"

The lanky array mage tilted his head back and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The young array master next to him didn't even have time to scream before he was thrown back by the violent force of the array collapsing and slammed heavily against the wall behind him.

He slid down the mud wall to the ground, clutching his chest, vomiting black blood mixed with pieces of internal organs.

The two suffered an extreme backlash from the magic.

This formation, which was said to be able to trap and kill second-tier demonic beasts, was smashed into a pile of scrap by a mortal who couldn't even sense spiritual energy, with his bare fists.

Ahead of the street.

The dozens of immortal city guards clad in heavy black iron armor were completely dumbfounded.

The standard-issue longswords and spears that they had been gripping tightly were now trembling and clanging against the armor plates.

When they patrolled the outer city, all they had to do was draw their blades, and the mortals would be so frightened that they would kneel in the mud and beg for mercy.

They've long been used to being treated like royalty.

But now.

The shirtless youth standing in front, with scalding white steam rising from his body and iron-gray skin, brazenly shattered the city's protective formation.

This is no ordinary person.

This is a ferocious humanoid beast that has broken free from the chains of the immortal sect!

Lu Chen didn't even catch his breath.

He strode forward, heading straight towards the formation of dozens of heavily armored guards.

The bluestone slabs underfoot were crushed one after another, and stone chips flew everywhere.

He crashed straight into the crowd.

When cultivators fight, they always need to use hand seals, chant spells, and even find the right spiritual energy nodes.

During the battle just now, Lu Chen realized that he didn't need these cumbersome things at all.

No tricks or positioning are needed.

There is only one thing he needs to do.

Punch.

Hit.

Use pure Qi and blood to crush everything in your way!

Close-quarters combat is the most violent method in the Yakuza!

A tall, burly guard leader gritted his teeth, mustered his courage, roared, gripped his spear tightly with both hands, and used the momentum of his charge to stab it fiercely into Lu Chen's chest.

"die!"

The spear tip struck the target with perfect accuracy.

"when!"

The deafening clang of metal striking metal was deafening.

The sharp tip of the black iron spear failed to pierce the layer of iron-gray skin even a fraction; instead, it sparked a string of sparks as it rubbed against the skin.

Lu Chen didn't even take a step back; the muscles in his chest suddenly bulged outwards.

"Click."

The solid wood spear shaft, as thick as an adult's arm, snapped in half.

The wooden splinter exploded on the spot, piercing the guard captain and leaving his hands covered in blood.

The head guard hadn't even had time to let go and retreat.

Lu Chen's backhand slap came flying.

There are no fancy techniques involved.

The large palm, imbued with immense power, slammed heavily onto the side of the man's black iron helmet.

"Bang!"

The sturdy helmet immediately dented a large section.

The guard, weighing over 100 pounds, along with his heavy armor, was lifted off the ground.

He tumbled through the air and flew backwards for seven or eight zhang.

His massive body knocked over five or six colleagues in the back row, who twitched twice on the ground, and then fell completely still.

This was by no means an evenly matched battle.

This was a one-sided, crushing massacre.

A-Nan lay on Lu Chen's broad back.

All around were the muffled thuds of bones breaking and the men's distorted, agonizing screams.

The little blind girl couldn't see the hellish scene outside, but she could clearly feel the howling wind and the stench of splattering blood.

But she was no longer afraid.

The intense heat emanating from Lu Chen's back continuously flowed into her slender body.

That was enough heat to dispel all the bitter cold of the muddy alley.

With this warmth, the fear in her heart was gradually dissipating.

The battle was extremely chaotic.

Rock fragments and broken pieces of metal from weapons flew everywhere in the street.

Lu Chen punched while controlling the boiling blood and qi within his body.

He deliberately separated a wisp of his ultimate qi and blood to form an invisible barrier around his back.

The flying shards of stone and broken blades were instantly blasted away by this wisp of blood energy as soon as they got close.

In the fierce battle, not even the hem of A-Nan's tattered cotton-padded coat was touched.

"Brother Chen..."

A-Nan rested her chin on Lu Chen's shoulder, her voice weak and trembling slightly.

"Aren't you in pain?"

Lu Chen's right hand was gripping the neck of another guard.

Slowly apply force with your five fingers.

"Click."

He casually crushed the cartilage in his throat.

The man rolled his eyes and collapsed onto the blood-stained bluestone slab.

Lu Chen shook the blood off his hands.

On this street littered with corpses and filled with the stench of blood, he turned his head away.

When responding to the little girl, he deliberately lowered his voice to a very soft level.

"It doesn't hurt, brother."

"Close your eyes and don't listen."

This was the only tenderness he retained amidst the blood-soaked ground.

Behind the crowd.

Deacon Zhao had originally hoped that the guards could overwhelm this useless person without spiritual roots using sheer numbers.

Now, looking at his men lying on the ground, groaning in pain, their bones broken and tendons snapped.

A huge crack appeared in his puffy psychological defenses, and he completely broke down.

"A monster... what kind of monster is this?!"

Deacon Zhao's trembling, fat hands groped around in his robes for a long time, failing to grasp them firmly several times.

Finally, they pulled out a white jade plaque carved with intricate patterns and shimmering with a faint spiritual light.

He gripped the jade pendant tightly, clenching his teeth, trying to grasp at the last straw.

"You dare kill me?!"

Deacon Zhao yelled wildly, his fat face jiggling.

"Look closely at what I'm holding!"

"My life spirit tablet is connected to the grand formation of the immortal city of Xuanni City!"

"You worthless, spiritless wretch, dare to lay a finger on me!"

"As soon as I die, the great formation will immediately unleash divine punishment!"

"It will grind you, and the blind man on your back, into a bloody pulp!"

This sentence completely ignited the powder keg.

Using A-Nan's life to blackmail him?

This touched Lu Chen's absolute sore spot.

His expression completely vanished, and a violent killing intent surged in his eyes.

The violent blood energy that he had been deliberately suppressing for the sake of Anan exploded at this moment.

Lu Chen looked down at the ground.

There lay a piece of the black iron spearhead that he had just broken off.

He raised his right foot and flicked his toes upwards.

"Whoosh!"

The broken spearhead, half a foot long, shot out with a piercing whistling sound.

This speed is even faster than a low-level flying sword used by a cultivator.

Deacon Zhao wasn't even prepared to scream.

"Pfft!"

The sharp metal pierced through his skin and flesh, going straight through his right calf.

The immense inertia pulled Deacon Zhao's body backward with a sudden jerk.

The spearhead pierced the bluestone slab behind him.

They pinned his fat leg firmly to the ground.

"ah--!!!"

Deacon Zhao let out a bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered.

The jade pendant in his hand fell to the side. He desperately tried to pull out the spearhead, but his hand was scalded by the blood as soon as it touched it and he pulled it back.

Lu Chen took a long stride, stepping over the bodies of the guards scattered on the ground.

He strode up to Deacon Zhao.

He didn't even glance at the shimmering life-soul jade tablet on the ground.

Lift your right foot.

Without any mercy, he stomped down on Zhao's left knee, which was still kicking wildly.

"Snap!"

The sound of bones shattering completely drowned out the screams.

Deacon Zhao's left knee was crushed into a puddle of mud, rendering him completely useless.

Lu Chen looked down at this lackey of the immortal city from his high vantage point.

His voice carried a primal ferocity.

"I'd like to see."

"It's because your formation is fast."

"My feet are faster."

Lu Chen lifted the sole of his shoe and casually delivered a side kick.

"Bang!"

Deacon Zhao, who was in so much pain that his eyes rolled back, rolled a long way down the street before finally stopping when he crashed into a stone pillar by the roadside.

He collapsed on the roadside, sobbing uncontrollably.

That laughable confidence of the immortal sects, that self-righteous threat of life and death.

Faced with absolute and overwhelming violence, it was completely crushed by Lu Chen.

The main road was finally completely cleared.

No one dared to block their way anymore.

Lu Chen carried A-Nan on his back and continued walking along the wide street toward the inner city.

Not long after.

He arrived at the end of the square where the outer city and the inner city meet.

Directly in front of us stood a colossal object.

A huge black stone tablet, ten zhang tall and weighing thirty thousand jin.

The stone tablet was placed prominently on the axis separating the immortals and mortals, casting a shadow over half the square.

The surface of the stele is covered with dense, ancient patterns.

That aura of looking down from above and suppressing all life in the mortal world spread out over a large area.

This is the town's guardian stele of Xuanni City.

An inanimate object symbolizing the absolute authority of the immortal sect.

Every ordinary person living in the outer city must kowtow to this stele every morning.

If you don't kowtow, you can't offer sacrifices.

If you can't pay the offerings, you'll be driven out to feed the monsters.

It weighed on the backs of all mortals for countless years.

Lu Chen walked up to the stone tablet.

His body appeared extremely small in front of this colossal 30,000-pound behemoth.

He raised his head and gazed up quietly for a moment.

Then.

He stretched out his rough, large hand, which was still covered in the blood of his enemies and had a metallic gray sheen.

It slowly leans forward.

My palm rested firmly on the cool, black surface of the monument.

The moment of contact.

Lu Chen's breath hitched.

The eleven layers of extreme Dao energy surging wildly within his body suddenly twitched uncontrollably.

Follow the palm.

He was inside this inanimate object that represented the authority of the immortal sect.

I sensed a faint yet completely identical source...

My blood is throbbing.