Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

On the edge of the Great Wilderness, deep in a poisonous old forest where sunlight never shines.

From the deep, black, foul-smelling mud, a sickeningly wet, tugging sound came out.

Lu Chen's broad, heavy black iron foot cleanly and decisively pulled it off the patrol captain's mangled head, which was now completely smashed and bruised.

Thick, warm blood plasma from a Foundation Establishment Master, mixed with grayish-white, rotting flesh from which vital energy had dissipated, dripped down in large drops from the rough sole of the iron boot.

A chilling wind swept up from the depths of the wilderness, carrying with it an extremely dense essence of dead blood, and instantly blew it wildly into the depths of the swampy mud in all directions.

This shocking and barbaric act of trampling ended the killing in an instant.

All the lackeys who tried to take advantage of the chaos at the end of the battle were completely crushed into rotten scum, without the slightest hesitation or embarrassment, a truly satisfying and swift action.

Lu Chen bent down, his lower back thicker than a century-old tree trunk.

With his large, calloused hands, he pulled forward without hesitation and forcefully ripped off the three high-end treasure bags hanging from the headless remains of the tall, imposing mountain patrolman.

He didn't even bother to count what top-grade magical treasures were inside those expensive bags. He casually slapped them down and roughly stuffed them all into the inner lining of the Ghost Wind Wolf leather belt that was tied to his chest with A-Nan attached to it.

This ruthless person who has caused such a huge upheaval has never wavered from his fundamental intention to protect his children.

The treasuries carried by these highly skilled cultivators definitely contain dozens of extremely rare and superior spiritual herbs.

Take it back, crush it, boil it dry, and use it all to help the little blind girl in my arms grow bones and produce blood. It's definitely a highly nourishing meat.

While he was sorting through this pile of cultivation spoils.

A strange change suddenly occurred in the dense, impenetrable black miasma forest all around.

The fresh, dead blood of the Foundation Establishment cultivator that was scattered out, combined with Lu Chen's wildly surging, extremely hot blood, quickly lured out several top-tier overlords from the deepest part of this ancient forest.

"Click! Click!"

The sound of thick thorny vines snapping rang out densely from all directions.

A dozen pairs of long, ferocious, green eyes, as deep as a pool and gleaming with extreme greed, lit up the outer edge of the poison circle, ten feet away.

Several mountain-like second-tier ferocious beasts, with curved horns and huge mouths, and with bones and hides as tough as those of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, surrounded us, drooling as they stepped on poisonous grass.

These beasts smelled the scent of a bloody feast and planned to tear Lu Chen apart alive in this desolate, lifeless place.

Surrounded by a horde of beasts, Lu Chen's two large, dark red eyes showed no sign of flinching.

He didn't even feel tired, and he was too lazy to even lift his injured right hand to smash the monument against his shoulder.

He simply spread his two iron feet apart, as steady as an old steel pine tree with roots firmly planted.

Just now, after smashing the array seal of the Core Formation Envoy and trampling the patrolling elites in the market, the vast pure yang blood and qi that had accumulated in the cracks of his bones, along with the unparalleled killing intent that bathed his whole body in death blood, were now all present.

At this moment, his pores were completely opened, and all of his energy burst forth in one breath!

No weapons are needed, no hand seals are needed; this is the ultimate domineering intent of pure body cultivation—winning without bloodshed!

"boom--!"

A powerful, monstrous wind, like a landslide or tsunami, carrying the aura of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, suddenly exploded from Lu Chen's broad back.

His scorching, pure yang blood power, like a furnace, condensed into a crimson vortex, which raged and pushed wildly towards the towering, ferocious trees all around.

The foul-smelling, swollen bubbles spread across the ground, swept away by this powerful, intense wave of pure yang energy.

Before it could even crack, it was instantly evaporated into a deathly gray nothingness by the extreme heat of the sun.

Those few second-tier old beast overlords who were just striding heavily and greedily trying to tear human flesh apart.

The moment the skin touched this fierce and malevolent wind, large patches of the hardened old skin were instantly scorched.

They sensed this ancient source of calamity, capable of tearing apart immortal cultivators with bare hands and clashing head-on with the secret seal of the Core Formation stage. In their eerie green eyes, greed was instantly replaced by extreme fear.

"Ugh—!"

The leading, horned beast let out a piercing howl that seemed to shatter its spine.

With a sudden flick of its thick, long, barbed tail, it abruptly stopped its massive body, frantically twisted its heavy form, and plunged headfirst into the deepest black mud pit in the wilderness, disappearing without a trace.

The beasts scattered, not daring to provoke him.

The ultimate power of the pure Yang orthodox body cultivator was on full display here. With just a powerful and fierce aura that was practically crushed, he shocked these Great Wilderness Mountain Kings on the spot, and brutally amplified the fierce nature of this savage body.

At the same moment that all the beasts tucked their tails between their legs and ran away and disappeared from sight.

Lu Chen's calloused ears twitched almost imperceptibly for a moment.

He keenly sensed that it was in the direction several hundred feet directly in front of the long forest.

A very rhythmic thumping sound came from the water.

The sound was extremely tired and heavy, yet it was unusually tight and uniform, not at all like the scattered footsteps of a wild beast!

Lu Chen's thick, hard muscles, as tough as iron, once again tightened around Da Jin.

With a thrust of his thick, strong right shoulder, he slightly lifted the heavy, crippled black rock, assuming a most lethal defensive stance.

Regardless of whether the force coming from ahead is the main force of the Azure Sky Sword Sect.

As long as they dare to show their faces.

He was absolutely capable of launching a sudden attack, even at the cost of tearing the tendons in his hands, he would forcefully swing that tens of thousands of pounds of black stone down and kill him without leaving a trace!

His ability to survive in such a harsh environment stems from his unwavering and extremely vigilant habit, which is the key to his survival!

The thick, sticky miasma ahead was suddenly parted by a leaping beam of light.

It was a tattered torch made of thick wooden sticks wrapped in pine oil cloth.

The flames sliced ​​through the layers of poisonous fog.

The pursuers on the other side were not the Sword Sect's group of immortal masters who rode flying swords and wore fine clothes!

Instead, they were rows of rough, laborers dressed in tattered rags and straw sandals with worn-out soles.

These hundreds of living people were all emanating an extremely uniform crimson, fiery aura.

In the vast, dark wilderness, these dozens of mangled bodies, still dripping with hot blood, stood out starkly and strikingly.

A rough-looking man with long, thick legs straddling the front of this small battle formation, clearing the way.

His right upper arm was tightly wrapped with countless strips of tattered cloth that had long been soaked with foul-smelling, dead blood.

The coarse cloth on the left side of his chest was completely torn to shreds, leaving a terrifying, gaping hole.

But beneath that flesh and blood, he was pumping wildly and relentlessly with his own raging, filthy blood furnace, in sync with the frequency of his own bloodline!

It was that butcher, Li Laosi!

These two tough, powerful disciples, who also defied the rules of the cultivation world, crossed their respective battlegrounds where they fought desperately to break through, and finally, today, under the shade of the trees in this desolate wilderness, they truly met!

The Butcher Commander and the savage, bone-bound man carrying the black monument locked eyes in that instant, under the rain.

This group of miners, who had been lost and confused in the great forest and nearly perished in the dead swamp outside, were now fleeing.

The reason why we can accurately reach this deepest and darkest core area is...

It was all because Lu Chen had just unleashed a monstrous, pure yang, blazing blood light in an attempt to scare away the second-tier old demon!

This extreme blood energy transformed into the brightest torch in the darkness!

This great resonance of blood and qi from the same source, coupled with a destiny-like guidance, led the extremely deep Lesser Wilderness Blood within Li Laosi's body to be completely pulled and guided, forcibly finding this place by following the fervent scent of the same lineage!

Looking at the horrific mess in front of him, Li Laosi suddenly raised his right hand backward.

A gesture to halt the attack was made!

Behind him, hundreds of miners, covered in mud, stopped in unison, their bloodstained iron spears and blunt hooks, cobbled together from various places, pointing straight ahead.

Their mouths were wide open.

The giant in front of them, who was over eight feet tall, had bulging, dark red veins all over his body, and his whole body was covered with crisscrossing old and new blood bars!

What's most infuriating is...

Beneath those large black iron boots, several high-ranking Taoist masters, who were once revered as gods by the world, were being trampled flat!

These immortals are now only fit to turn into a puddle of mud!

The eyes of the miners were filled with unprecedented horror and an extremely fanatical fervor for the great heat wave.

These laborers were beyond words with their awe and worship of this powerful figure. In their hearts, Lu Chen had become a brutal and colossal god!

At this moment, the little girl, who had been nestled obediently in the wolf skin on Lu Chen's chest, was...

Without warning, a warm, reddish glimmer appeared in her small, white-rimmed eyes.

She wasn't listening with her ears at all; instead, she raised her head straight up, her small face turned towards the darkness opposite.

"Chen, I saw it..."

The little girl gripped the edge of Lu Chen's blood-stained clothes tightly and spoke softly.

"Their blood and qi, like yours, are a burning red color, without the stench of those arrogant, cunning cultivators who always want to refine people into elixirs."

These words completely dissolved the tense, wary atmosphere that had filled the initial meeting.

Upon hearing this, Lu Chen's legs, which had been firmly planted and ready to leap up and fight at any moment, relaxed slightly.

He didn't utter a single word of those polite, grandstanding solicitations.

He only used those two deep, dark, heavy eyes.

He scanned these dozens of lowly peasant men, who had never even seen a complete set of immortal flying swords, yet dared to directly withstand and tear apart a ferocious beast in the Great Wilderness Poison Zone, from head to toe.

Then.

This fierce deity, carrying a 30,000-pound black monument on his back, coldly stretched out his thick, calloused heel to the side.

They seized one of the extremely sharp, mid-grade immortal flying swords that had fallen to the ground, its entire body gleaming with a proud, pure white light.

The movements were full of disgust, as if kicking away a dirty bone that a wild dog had gnawed away.

"Whoosh—!"

Lu Chen kicked out hard with his big foot!

This divine weapon, which could fetch an astronomical price in Dongxuan Prefecture, spun around and landed squarely in the muddy ground in front of Li Laosi, its blade trembling wildly.

There's no need to say a word.

This single, wild action of kicking away and discarding a noble immortal weapon like broken firewood perfectly showcased the body cultivator's supreme arrogance and disdain for immortal authority!

Li Laosi's large Adam's apple bobbed violently up and down.

He looked at the pure white flying sword at his feet, a symbol of the supreme majesty of the immortals, which had just been used to harvest the lifeblood of rogue cultivators.

This ruthless butcher, who swiftly brought down his blade, did not bend down to pick up this so-called great fortune that had fallen from the sky.

He suddenly stretched out his uninjured left hand and pulled out the rough, chipped iron spear that was stuck diagonally beside him.

"clang--!!!"

A deafeningly clear sound shattered the old bark of a dead tree!

Li Laosi actually bent down and used that mud-covered, top-grade immortal flying sword as a rough whetstone to whet his feet!

He swung his arm wide, using the dull, worn-out tip of the large iron spear in his hand to viciously scrape and grate a long, deep mark on the side of the celestial sword's gleaming white blade!

The extremely piercing metallic friction sound directly stirred up a series of extremely violent and dazzling sparks in the dead silence of the wilderness!

The blinding sparks not only illuminated the simmering wildfire in the eyes of all the wretched miners behind them, but also made it shine brightly.

It was like a giant iron hammer swinging towards the heavens, about to smash its front teeth.

Towards the lofty and supreme Immortal Court of the Nine Provinces, the first earth-shattering death knell of the ultimate path was sounded ahead of schedule!

When the flames died down, the long blade was sharpened.

Li Laosi gripped the large iron spear tightly with one hand, clasped his hands in a very solemn gesture towards Lu Chen, and then suddenly turned around.

Leading those hundreds of tough miners, he resolutely stepped into the deepest part of this desolate wilderness, where the winds raged and the night was dark!