Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

The moment the crimson barbaric patterns lit up, an extremely violent power followed the engravings at the bottom of the Dao Stele and directly drilled into Lu Chen's rough palm.

Large swaths of red light darted wildly beneath the iron-gray membrane.

A vast and boundless aura belonging to the ancient ancestors surged into his limbs and bones without reservation.

violent.

brutal.

They don't talk about any of the principles of the immortal sects at all.

The thick veins that were originally coiled on the arms were now completely filled by this energy, swelling to their maximum extent.

The 30,000-pound black monument, originally cold, hard, and heavy, is now burning hot to the touch.

Lu Chen clung tightly to the bottom of the rock with both hands, and hot white smoke even rose from his skin.

In that brief moment, his flesh and blood became completely integrated with this huge, lifeless object.

The frequency of his heartbeat and the ancient pulse emanating from inside the stele were perfectly in sync.

"Boom—!"

Lu Chen raised his head and let out a roar that sounded inhuman.

The muscles in his arms bulged outwards in an exaggerated manner, and the tendons stretched into thick chains.

The bluestone slabs beneath their feet shattered inch by inch, and the immense force poured into the ground.

He pulled the town's road stele, weighing 30,000 jin, from deep underground!

Large chunks of yellow mud and gravel sprayed outwards, crashing against the surrounding broken walls with a crackling sound.

A piercing tearing sound came from mid-air above Xuanni City.

That was the mournful cry emanating from the city's protective formation.

The Dao stele, which originally suppressed the spiritual energy nodes of the formation, was forcibly pulled out, directly damaging the underground formation base.

The various colored lights in mid-air flickered violently a few times before dimming instantly.

The instant the stele detached from the ground.

The spiritual energy within a radius of several hundred feet had completely changed.

The originally vibrant spiritual energy of heaven and earth became extremely viscous and sluggish under the suppression of that vast aura.

The Foundation Manager in mid-air was preparing to raise the flying sword beneath his feet to avoid the flying rocks that were being kicked up from the ground.

But he soon realized something was wrong.

The true energy in his dantian immediately stalled.

He desperately tried to activate the incantation, but the magical power in his meridians wouldn't move and remained completely stagnant.

The flying sword lost its spiritual energy supply, and the blade shook violently, causing him to plummet straight down.

This feeling of being out of control instantly overwhelmed his reason.

"You want to sever your ties with the world?"

Lu Chen raised his head.

His eyes were wide open in fury, his pupils filled with crimson blood vessels, and a savage rage surged within them, a desire to devour the other person alive.

He didn't care at all what the immortal sect manager in mid-air was panicking about.

A deafening roar erupted from his throat.

"I'll kill you first!"

His muscles were bulging and knotted, and the eleven layers of iron skin of his body were stretched to the point of tearing.

Dark red blood seeped out from the cracked pores, instantly evaporating into a blood mist due to the high temperature on the skin.

Lu Chen gripped the rock patterns at the very bottom of the Dao Stele tightly with both hands.

His legs were firmly planted in the mud, and his upper body, using the immense weight, was thrown backward.

The lumbar spine bent into an extremely dangerous curve.

The large tendons on his back were taut and white.

The power within his body had accumulated to its peak.

He thrust his hands forward with tremendous force, and the muscles in his waist and abdomen exploded with terrifying elasticity.

He hurled the 30,000-jin (15,000 kg) black stone tablet into the air!

The giant stone tablet pierced the air.

The extremely sharp sound of the explosion pierced the eardrums, and the surrounding air was forcibly pushed away.

This black rock is ridiculously large, about the size of a small house.

The enormous shadow blocked out all the light overhead, carrying an unparalleled sense of oppression, and enveloped the steward in mid-air.

The manager felt a chill run down his spine, and cold sweat instantly soaked through his inner shirt.

His true energy was suppressed, and he could not cast spells.

He could only frantically pat the storage bag at his waist, pulling out all his life-saving trump cards at once.

A blue jade shield was placed above his head.

More than a dozen high-level defensive talismans spontaneously combusted, transforming into layers of thick golden light shields.

Finally, he crushed a water-elemental pearl, and a waterfall-like curtain of water descended from the sky, firmly protecting him in the middle.

Normally, even a Foundation Establishment cultivator of the same level wouldn't be able to easily break through this level of defense.

But in the face of sheer, overwhelming pressure.

Standing before the 30,000-jin battle monument, representing the pinnacle of extreme violence.

These elaborate methods of cultivation are pitifully weak.

The stone tablet was laid down without any pause.

"Bang!"

The first crisp popping sound.

The supposedly indestructible cyan jade shield instantly shattered into a cloud of fine jade powder the moment it touched the bottom of the stone tablet.

"Bang!"

Then comes the second tone.

The golden light shield formed by more than a dozen layers of spiritual talismans couldn't even last half a breath before it shattered layer by layer, turning into golden ashes filling the sky.

"Bang!"

The third explosion rang out.

The thick curtain of water was smashed and evaporated on the spot, with large amounts of water vapor spraying wildly in all directions.

All defenses were completely destroyed.

The steward raised his hands in despair, letting out a distorted, mournful scream.

A massive black shadow completely engulfed him.

The weight of 30,000 jin was poured down without reservation.

The steward, along with the flying sword beneath his feet, was struck head-on by the stone tablet.

The flesh and blood body was instantly smashed into a shapeless mass of minced meat, and the muffled sound of bones shattering was completely drowned out by the howling wind.

"boom--!"

The stone tablet was smashed, but the momentum of the attack did not diminish in the slightest.

Carrying its fuzzy remains, the massive black stone continued to fly diagonally, crashing heavily into the towering white jade city wall of the inner city ahead.

The white jade brick wall, engraved with array patterns, exploded on the spot.

A large section of the incredibly sturdy city wall collapsed.

White stone powder mixed with dust rose into the sky.

Large chunks of rock shot out in all directions, smashing the roofs of several surrounding buildings.

The ground of Xuanni City trembled violently.

All the noise on the main street was drowned out by this earth-shattering roar.

Followed by.

The entire immortal city fell into a deathly silence.

It was eerily quiet.

No one dared to breathe loudly; even the wind seemed to freeze before the ruins.

In the muddy pit in the distance.

Deacon Zhao, whose Achilles tendon had been severed earlier, watched the whole thing with his beady eyes wide open.

His mouth was wide open, and his entire body of fat twitched violently twice.

She was so frightened that she fainted.

The breach in the collapsed inner city wall.

The faces of the cultivators who had just peeked out to check the situation had completely lost their color.

His pale face was filled with extreme horror.

They usually reside high in the inner city, considering themselves the masters who control the life and death of mortals.

In their minds, even if a cultivator sneezes, mortals would have to kneel on the ground and tremble.

They never thought of it.

one day.

A Foundation Establishment cultivator, high above all others, was actually crushed to death by a rock in the most savage and brutal way.

The dust gradually dissipated into the air.

Lu Chen, barefoot, strode through the broken bricks and stones scattered on the ground and walked into the ruins of the city wall.

Its iron-gray skin was covered in bloodstains, and its body was steaming with terrifying white vapor.

He walked to the roadside monument that was leaning against the ruins.

He stretched out one hand, his five fingers gripping the edge of the black stone tightly.

His arm muscles bulged violently again.

He forcefully lifted the 30,000-pound heavy object back onto his shoulder.

An extremely heavy weight pressed down.

Lu Chen's back bent slightly downwards.

He straightened his legs.

Take a step forward.

"Click."

The ground beneath his feet cracked again, and a net-like network of fissures spread outwards from the soles of his feet.

But he didn't care at all.

Lu Chen carried the huge stone tablet and looked up at the dilapidated breach in the inner city.

The light in his eyes was brighter than ever before.

Just then, the girl on his back stirred slightly.

The little cotton-padded jacket binding her made a soft rustling sound.

She shrank her small body against Lu Chen's broad, hot back.

The little face, covered by a gray cloth, turned precisely toward the inner city.

A pair of small, blood-stained hands reached out from the gap in the cloth strip and tightly gripped the edge of Lu Chen's clothes.

"Brother Chen."

Ah Nan's voice was very soft, but it could be heard clearly on the street where you could hear a pin drop.

She frowned, rested her small face on Lu Chen's shoulder, and spoke with a mixture of confusion and certainty.

"There are also many 'cold' people inside..."

"Their blood is trembling."