Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

Lu Chen had just said that he would go and kill three hundred sword cultivators by himself.

Upon hearing this, Li Laosi's dark red blood surged, and he took a big step forward, crushing the mud under his feet.

"My benefactor! You gave us our lives!" Li Laosi's fleshy face flushed red, his hand gripping a large, thick-backed machete he had just picked up. "Even if we die today, we, these hundred or so brothers, will be your human shields! We'll take on all the work of the suicide squad, using our own flesh and blood to tear apart their damn sword formation!"

Dozens of miners who had just drunk the blood of the barbarians took a big step forward in unison, their chests puffed out, their hands holding up scrap metal, and they roared in their rough voices.

Lu Chen turned around and kicked a piece of gravel the size of a millstone hard in front of him.

The gravel exploded on the spot, and large pieces of stone dust rained down on Li Laosi.

"Shut your mouths, all of you!" Lu Chen roared, shaking the dust off the cave ceiling.

"With your current pathetic physical bodies, you haven't even touched the edge of the Thousand Layers of Profound Iron! What are you going out to do? Go and be chopped up by those cultivation thieves?" Lu Chen's two crimson eyes were wide open, filled with undisguised ferocity.

Li Laosi was unconvinced and stubbornly tried to speak.

Lu Chen didn't give him a chance to speak, pointing his finger at his nose and cursing, "I painstakingly brewed the Wild Blood for you, only to send you to your deaths? My Extreme Path Sect never accepts fools who want to die for nothing!"

This scathing rebuke was extremely merciless, effectively extinguishing Li Laosi's burning passion.

Lu Chen raised his thick left arm, his thumb pointing over his shoulder to the deeper part of the Great Wilderness behind him.

"Follow that poisonous river outside, head straight into the heart of the Western Wilderness. Don't look back." Lu Chen's tone was so harsh it could sparks. "That's where our body-cultivating ancestors are buried. Go there and toughen up your bones! When your fists can shatter flying swords, then you can come out and face the world!"

Li Laosi clenched his back teeth, and blood seeped from his gums. He understood the uncompromising weight in Lu Chen's words.

The miners stopped shouting and their eyes were red.

Li Laosi threw down his large machete, slammed his knees heavily into the muddy ground, and kowtowed deeply to Lu Chen.

His forehead struck the stone slab, producing a dull thud.

After kowtowing, Li Laosi got up from the ground and swung his rough hand violently.

"Walk!"

Without any unnecessary words, the hundred or so men who had just formed the rudiments of the Extreme Blood Furnace turned around and, without any hesitation, disappeared into the poisonous miasma deep within the Great Wilderness, quickly becoming silent.

The huge cavern suddenly became empty.

Only Lu Chen and A Nan remained.

Having just undergone her transformation into jade bones, A'Nan's five senses were heightened to an extreme degree. Her blind eyes, covered by a white membrane, gazed towards the direction of the narrow passage between heaven and earth.

The fierce red aura and pungent killing intent filling the sky were being carried by the wind from the canyon straight into her nostrils.

The little girl clung to Lu Chen's thighs with both hands, her small hands gripping Lu Chen's rough, calloused thumb tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.

"Chen, there's a lot of bad energy outside, it's going to eat people." A-Nan's voice was filled with unease, and her small body couldn't help but press against Lu Chen's leg.

Lu Chen bent down and gently patted A-Nan's messy hair with his large, dark hands.

"Don't be afraid." Lu Chen's voice was low, revealing an unreasonable wildness. "As long as I have a breath left, those cultivator thieves won't be able to touch a single hair on your head."

He turned around and tore the large, thick wolf skin from the rock beside him.

The wolf pelt was extremely tough, and Lu Chen shook off the mud and water.

He lifted A-Nan with one hand and placed her in the center of his broad chest.

Then, Lu Chen wrapped A'nan tightly in a thick wolf pelt, leaving only a small opening on the side for ventilation.

A-Nan obediently huddled inside the wolf skin, her two little hands gripping a muscle on Lu Chen's chest.

Lu Chen turned around and walked to the black monument that weighed 30,000 jin, and grabbed the thickest and heaviest piece of century-old black iron chain wrapped around it.

The black iron chain was as thick as a normal person's forearm, and each link exuded a heavy metallic luster.

He pulled up one end of the chain, looped it around his back, along his ribs, and tightly wrapped it around the outer edge of the Ghost Wind Wolf skin on his chest.

The iron chains left deep marks on Lu Chen's dark skin, and dark golden wild patterns flashed wildly in the gaps.

Lu Chen didn't care at all that his back was completely exposed to the enemy; he only protected his chest, which was an absolute blind spot for defense, to the extreme.

Even if he were to take hundreds of sword blows to his back, he would never let the little girl on his chest get a speck of dust on her.

The chain wrapped around his chest three times, finally tying a tight knot directly below his chest.

"Hold on tight, it's going to be very bumpy later." Lu Chen lowered his head and whispered into the gap of the wolf skin.

A muffled "hmm" came from the crack.

Lu Chen turned around.

The large, powerful black iron hand gripped the edge of the stone groove of the 30,000-jin town-suppressing black monument.

His entire body was fully activated by the ultimate formation of the Thousand-Layer Iron Shirt technique.

The muscles in the thighs, waist, abdomen, and back instantly constricted, and thick blue veins bulged out, stretching the skin to its limit.

Lu Chen suddenly exerted his strength.

It is a burst of energy generated by the twisting motion of the waist and hips in perfect harmony.

"rise!"

He used pure brute force to hoist the massive black monument, weighing 30,000 jin (approximately 15,000 kg), onto his broad right shoulder.

The extreme pressure, reaching its limit, pressed down instantly.

The granite foundation beneath Lu Chen's feet could not withstand the abnormal weight and immediately cracked with a piercing sound, shattering into pieces.

Stone chips flew everywhere.

Lu Chen steadied himself, and the Extreme Blood Furnace in his chest emitted a deafening roar.

He strode out of the cave.

There was not a single other noise in the vast wilderness.

The only sound was the heavy thud of Lu Chen's two large black iron boots hitting the ground again and again.

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

Each step he took echoed with a dull, shattering force in the silent, poisonous miasma of the desolate wilderness.

Hearing the commotion, all the low-level poisonous insects and demonic beasts within a two-mile radius were so frightened that they shrank back into the depths of the ground, not daring to even breathe loudly.

The light of dawn pierced through the cracks in the clouds, breaking through the black, poisonous fog that lingered over the wilderness year-round.

The demonic figure, carrying a tattered monument on his back and with a blind girl bound to his chest, walked alone against the flow of traffic towards the outer perimeter.

His goal was very clear.

It's almost touching the narrow canyon.

Lu Chen mercilessly trampled the mud and poisonous vines along the way into pieces.

Outside the One Line Sky Canyon at this moment.

The air was extremely heavy, and the surrounding temperature dropped below freezing.

Countless sharp and chilling sword energies were frantically traversing the air, recklessly tearing at the edge of the poisonous miasma on the edge of the Great Wilderness.

Trees were cleaved in half by the sword energy.

The air was thick with murderous intent.

Lu Chen stepped on the broken branches and fallen leaves scattered on the ground and arrived at the narrowest passage of the One Line Sky Canyon.

He stopped in his tracks.

His right shoulder suddenly sank downwards.

The massive black monument, weighing 30,000 jin (approximately 15,000 kg), slid off his shoulder.

"Boom!"

The giant monument slammed down on the mountain path in the middle of the canyon, smashing a three-foot-deep crater into the road surface, causing the stone walls on both sides to shake violently.

This only passage leading into the interior of the Great Wilderness was completely blocked by this black monument.

Lu Chen sat atop the monument, wielding a large sword and riding a golden horse.

His strong arms wrapped around his chest, his broad chest firmly protecting the baby inside.

He simply closed his eyes.

The pure Yang energy and blood circulated quietly within his body as he conserved his energy, completely oblivious to whether there was a trap lying in wait outside the canyon.

About the time it takes to drink a cup of tea has passed.

The horizon in the distance.

The clouds churned violently to both sides without warning.

Hundreds of dazzling sword lights of various colors, trailing long, deadly tails, tore through the morning mist.

These elite vanguard members of the Azure Sky Sword Sect had absolutely no intention of probing.

They charged toward the narrow pass with an overwhelming, deadly aura!