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On the chariot, the Grand Elder leading the group flicked his wrist, sending his white jade whisk flying forward with a fierce slap. The scarlet command flag stuck in the chariot shaft fluttered wildly in the wind, making a rustling sound.

"Form the Azure Lotus Killing Formation! Strangle this wicked creature!" the Grand Elder roared, his voice booming.

Three hundred elite Qingxiao Sword Sect warriors responded in unison with a shout. Three hundred top-grade flying swords were simultaneously drawn. A blinding azure light erupted above the battle formation. These elites from prestigious sects were now unleashing their full power, and with the full support of their "Miniature Spiritual Qi Domain," they forcibly drained the surrounding energy.

Hundreds of sharp, azure sword energies rapidly intertwined and swirled in mid-air, instantly coalescing into a gigantic azure sword lotus covering an area of ​​several dozen feet in diameter. The sword lotus slowly rotated, accompanied by a terrifying whistling sound that seemed to shatter the void, and hurtled straight towards Lu Chen in the very center of the pass below.

Faced with such a powerful attack, Lu Chen had no intention of retreating. His exaggeratedly thick right leg suddenly kicked backward, and the granite foundation beneath his feet shattered on the spot, sending stones flying everywhere.

The massive body, carrying a wild and ferocious impact, rose from the ground. Instead of retreating, he charged forward, wildly crashing into the enormous azure sword lotus.

His heart pounded wildly in his chest, and his thousand layers of supreme qi and blood were fully activated at this moment. A layer of tangible crimson smoke shot straight into the sky from the top of his head. Lu Chen directly opened his wide, dark black skin, relying solely on his physical body to withstand the falling sword light of immortal laws.

A barrage of sword energy rained down on Lu Chen.

"Jingle bells!"

A series of loud, rapid clanging sounds of hammering echoed across the canyon.

Those Qingxiao Sect's natal flying swords, which normally cut hair in an instant, could only barely leave shallow white marks when they struck Lu Chen's Xuan Iron skin covered in dark gold patterns. The sword formation that the Grand Elder was so proud of couldn't even cut through the extremely thick calluses worn down on Lu Chen's body. Sparks flew everywhere, and the flying swords shattered on the spot from the enormous recoil, causing the sword cultivators above to lose their true energy in chaos.

"With so little strength, you dare to try and kill me!" Lu Chen let out a wild laugh in the center of the storm of swords.

He charged forward relentlessly, bracing himself against the impenetrable barrage of attacks. With a sudden, powerful pull, his massive arm snapped back, channeling an immense force of 100,000 jin (approximately 50,000 kg) through his spine into his right fist. The fist, accompanied by a sonic boom that tore through the air, slammed into the thick "spiritual energy barrier" shield in mid-air.

"Boom!"

With a single punch, the entire narrow canyon shook violently. Large boulders tumbled down from the sheer cliffs on both sides.

The spiritual energy barrier, supposedly indestructible and constructed from spirit crystals by three hundred sword cultivators, was blasted into a massive dent by Lu Chen's brutal punch. The barrier's surface flickered with chaotic blue light, emitting a piercing wail as it groaned under the strain, on the verge of collapse.

Lu Chen gave his opponent no chance to catch his breath or make amends. Using the immense recoil from the punch, he flipped over and fell backward in mid-air.

The moment his feet touched the ground, his heavy black iron boots slammed down on the bottom of the 30,000-jin town-suppressing black monument that had just been stuck upside down in the ground.

"rise!"

The massive, heavy black monument was kicked off the ground and shot straight into the air.

Lu Chen strode forward, his two large, iron-like hands encircling the middle of the black monument. He twisted his waist, the thick fascia all over his body making a sickening cracking sound.

"Collapse it for me!"

With the combined physical strength of 100,000 jin and the super-heavy magic weapon of 30,000 jin, Lu Chen swung the large black stele in a wide arc and cleaved it solidly at the weakest point of the array in the recessed light screen above his head.

"Snap—Bang!"

The two extremely domineering pressures merged into one and slammed heavily onto the light screen.

A deafening explosion resounded throughout the Great Wilderness. The miniature spiritual energy domain, covering an area of ​​a hundred feet in radius, shattered instantly. The precious spiritual crystals that served as the array's core in mid-air were instantly compressed into a shower of grayish-white debris by the violent force.

With the fig leaf torn away, the spiritless laws of the edge of the Great Wilderness immediately poured wildly into this area.

The three hundred elite Qingxiao warriors, who had been hovering high in the air on their flying swords, suddenly felt their true energy in their dantian completely stop. Hundreds of them screamed as they plummeted straight down from the sky, crashing heavily into the stinking, black, muddy ground below, their faces bruised and swollen, and many breaking their leg bones on the spot.

Lu Chen, carrying the monument, crashed to the ground, crushing the chest of a sword cultivator. He then plunged into the heart of the group of cultivators who had been torn from the mortal realm, transforming into a ruthless meat grinder and unleashing a brutal melee. Punches, elbow strikes, knee strikes—dozens of sword cultivators, stripped of their true essence protection, were instantly reduced to mangled corpses.

"Hold on! Hold on!" The elder on the chariot watched his elite troops being slaughtered like weeds, and he was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of hot blood.

The other nine late-stage Foundation Establishment elders scattered at the edge realized that the situation was hopeless, but they made no move to retreat or flee. The nine old men opened their mouths and bit their tongues hard.

"Please invoke the sect's forbidden technique! Nine Star Self-Sacrifice Body-Locking Sword Formation!"

The nine people roared in unison, unleashing the Qingxiao Sword Sect's most desperate trump card.

At the agonizing cost of their entire bodies' meridians shattering inch by inch, they spat out nine thick streams of blood essence. These nine streams of blood essence instantly condensed into nine thick, blood-red rune chains in mid-air. The chains pierced through the air, tightly binding Lu Chen's two waving, thick arms, and also binding the 30,000-jin (approximately 15,000 kg) black stele he carried on his back.

A massive binding force erupted, and Lu Chen's fist, which was about to strike, abruptly stopped in mid-air. He was forcibly bound by this reckless, self-sacrificing formation. Although it only lasted for half a breath.

In that one-in-a-million moment of blind spot, the elder leading the team on the chariot let out a deadly, sinister laugh.

"You bastard! You'll pay with your life!"

The Grand Elder reached into his sleeve with one hand and pulled out a tattered yellow paper talisman radiating terrifying pressure. This was their true trump card for this great sweep—the [Nascent Soul Demon-Slaying Sword Talisman].

He crushed the talisman paper in one swift motion.

A fierce and unparalleled sword intent belonging to a Nascent Soul Ancestor soared directly into the sky. This sword intent ignored spatial distance, firmly locking onto Lu Chen's heart meridian, and even A'Nan, wrapped in a wolf skin, was enveloped in this deadly killing intent.

"Ah—!" A furious roar that seemed to tear the heavens and earth apart erupted from Lu Chen's chest.

Pure Yang Qi and blood erupted from the large tendons, forcefully shattering the blood-red rune chains wrapped around his wrist.

The moment he regained his mobility, Lu Chen raised his heavy foot and hooked it onto the 30,000-pound broken monument behind him. Using the force of his leg, he kicked the heavy thing directly in front of him, slamming it into the ground.

Lu Chen leaned forward, pressing his broad, thick left shoulder firmly against the back of the large black monument.

The moment the black stele was in place, the Nascent Soul level Demon-Slaying Sword Intent arrived with a roar, striking the heavy stele head-on.

The white light swallowed up all sound.

Under the immense impact, the immortal power forcefully broke through the "Demon-Locking Suppression" array set up by the Azure Sky Sword Sect on the monument. Large areas of the charred black stone shell on the surface of the great black monument peeled off wildly.

The true form beneath the stone shell was completely revealed. It was a Primal Beast Stele of the Heaven-Suppressing Wilderness, its entire surface displaying a mixture of scarlet and dark colors!

Ancient, desolate patterns awakened wildly on the monument. At this moment, the weight of the ominous monument increased uncontrollably, and the terrifying pressure directly caused the foundation to collapse.

Although most of the sword intent was blocked by the Primordial Ferocious Stele, the remaining power of the Nascent Soul Ancestor was still fierce. Countless fragments of residual sword energy crossed the stele and directly pierced into Lu Chen's broad back, which was completely exposed.

"Sizzle!"

The dark membrane was cut open, and a large area of ​​flesh on Lu Chen's back was torn apart, with the wound so deep that bone was visible.

Lu Chen gritted his teeth, pushing the dark gold bone membrane with its jade-like luster to its limit. The muscles and bones of his back squeezed together forcefully, firmly trapping the remaining sword light that had penetrated his body outside the bone gaps.

He used his flesh and blood to withstand all the aftershocks, his large hands firmly protecting his chest. Through the gaps in the wolf skin, Anan was completely unharmed; not a single hair on her head was touched by the sword energy.