Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

The edge of Dongxuan Prefecture.

On the outskirts of the Great Wilderness, along the deep banks of the Poisonous River.

The muddy swamps here can swallow up centuries-old trees.

Lu Chen strode into this desolate place.

Two thick, black iron combat boots stomped hard on the mud.

The 100,000-jin (approximately 50,000 kg) Primordial Evil Stele of the Desolate Heaven was pressing down on his right shoulder.

With each step, large cracks appeared in the granite foundation, creating a network of patterns, and mud and water splashed everywhere.

Across the sky, a blood-red iron net stretching for miles stretched out.

"Bloodstained Iron Net".

They completely blocked the way.

Hundreds of people were standing suspended above the river.

They were all cultivators in the Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment stages.

The group formed three square formations, their hands forming hand seals, while the flying swords beneath their feet trembled irregularly.

That was an instinctive reaction driven by extreme fear.

The rear of the square formation.

Three "Spirit-Slaying Guillotines" of the Azure Sky Sword Sect floated in the air.

The massive blade gleamed with a ghostly green, poisonous light.

"I don't want to die... That was a monster that tore the Grand Elder apart!"

On the outermost edge, a rogue cultivator at the Qi Refining stage couldn't withstand the terrifying pressure.

His mind collapsed, and he turned and ran wildly towards the branch headquarters.

"Pfft!"

The middle guillotine suddenly plummeted downwards.

It struck the cultivator's crown chakra directly.

He didn't even let out a half-scream.

The rogue cultivator's soul and body were instantly shattered.

It turned into a bubbling pool of foul-smelling pus and blood, which crashed into the poisonous river from mid-air.

The Foundation Establishment elder in charge of overseeing the battle raised his hand.

"Anyone who deserts in the face of battle shall be executed!"

"Fight with your lives! Drain his savage blood!"

These cannon fodder monks were utterly desperate.

Retreat means death, advance also means death.

They could only hold back their tears, bite their tongues, and squeeze out all their true essence.

Hundreds of flying swords, each carrying a multicolored aura, roared out from all directions.

With a ruthless, desperate intent, they locked their gazes entirely on Lu Chen below.

Lu Chen stopped in his tracks.

Anan lay quietly inside the wolf skin on his chest, her little hands clutching the hem of his thick clothes.

Lu Chen didn't even glance at the overwhelming number of flying swords.

He gripped the century-old black iron chain with both hands.

The 100,000-pound extreme physical body sank with a thud.

His thigh muscles bulged high, almost bursting out of his pants.

"Smash it for me!"

A loud shout rang out.

He swung his arms up with great force.

The 100,000-jin (50,000 kg) Primordial Evil Stele of the Desolate Bone of Heaven was thrown from his hand and flew out.

There were no magical tricks involved.

It's simply a matter of 100,000 jin of dead weight plus 100,000 jin of arm strength.

The black monument transformed into a meteorite that shattered the heavens and the earth.

It was aimed directly at the core of the formation, the main point of the array.

"Bang!"

The monument shook the earth.

A violent earthquake occurred in the Earth's crust.

The terrifying pressure brutally tore through the earth's strata.

The toxic water that had accumulated underground for millions of years was squeezed out by this force.

It surged and gushed wildly through the crack.

A column of poisonous water, thirty feet high, shot into the sky.

The so-called indestructible Bloodstained Iron Net light curtain in mid-air.

It was subjected to the dual impact of water jets and heavy pressure.

It was smashed on the spot.

The light screen shattered and scattered everywhere, like a pile of broken glass.

The formation was smashed to pieces by brute force.

The backlash immediately exploded within the cannon fodder formation.

"Wow!"

Hundreds of cultivators simultaneously coughed up mouthfuls of blood.

A fatal gap appeared in the divine sense controlling the flying sword.

The flying swords lost control and turned into a swarm of bees flying around wildly.

They slashed at Lu Chen's vital points all over his body.

Lu Chen neither dodged nor evaded.

The Thousand-Layer Profound Iron Peak Formation is fully activated.

The skin turned a deep, dark black.

The flying swords struck the dark skin.

Deep within the skin, twelve dark gold ancient runes suddenly lit up.

Not even a white mark was left.

Instead, the terrifying recoil force of the 100,000-jin Extreme Dao Flesh Embryo flowed back along the sword blade.

"Snap! Snap!"

One after another, the sound of metal breaking rang out in rapid succession.

Hundreds of immortals' natal flying swords were all shattered into pieces of scrap metal and fell to the ground.

His natal flying sword was destroyed.

The hundreds of cultivators in the sky suffered a second major blow.

The internal organs were pulverized.

With a series of agonizing screams, the group of people coughed up blood and fell to the ground, crashing heavily into the mud.

Lu Chen strode into the crowd.

There are no fancy tricks or gimmicks.

They're all just the kind of killing techniques used by peasants who fight each other to the death.

He threw out his right fist, which slammed into the head of a Qi Refining cultivator.

His skull exploded.

His left elbow slammed down, striking another person in the chest.

His ribs were shattered, and his heart was pierced by broken bones.

He thrust his right knee up, snapping the spine of the Foundation Establishment cultivator who was charging towards him.

The dull thuds of bones breaking continued incessantly.

Lu Chen was like a bulldozer, crushing everything in his path, people and formation alike.

The ground was covered in blood and mud.

Back home, the Foundation Establishment elder who had just ordered the execution was terrified.

He frantically activated the high-level wind-controlling array patterns on the soles of his shoes, then turned to flee towards the Qingxiao Sect branch.

Lu Chen raised his head.

Stomp backward with your right leg.

The waist and stance are in harmony, and power originates from the ground.

He threw his right fist at the fleeing figure in mid-air, blasting it out from a distance.

The brute force of 100,000 jin compressed the air in front of them.

This forms a solid air wall that is visible to the naked eye.

The wall of energy spanned over ten zhang and slammed directly into the back of the Foundation Establishment Elder.

"Snapped!"

The shield radiating spiritual light on the elder's back didn't even last half a breath.

It exploded directly.

The force of the air wall passed right through his body.

The spine broke into pieces.

He was beaten into a mushy mess and slammed onto the bank of the toxic river.

Half an incense stick.

In just half an incense stick's time.

This defensive line, built with multiple layers of deadly traps, collapsed completely.

Not a single living person remained.

The ground was littered with severed limbs and broken arms.

Lu Chen's two large feet stomped on the pool of blood on the ground.

They walked up to the rotting corpse of the Foundation Establishment elder.

He pulled out a high-level battle report jade slip that was still faintly glowing.

This thing is covered with divine seals, which cannot be read without divine sense.

Lu Chen had no divine consciousness.

But he has brute strength.

The thick thumb and forefinger pinched the core of the jade slip.

Force is generated through the finger bones.

The force of 100,000 jin was squeezed on without reservation.

The immortal array patterns could not withstand this level of savage overload.

A loud "bang" rang out.

The jade slip exploded.

The information sealed inside was violently triggered.

Several lines of dazzling blood-red and golden characters were projected directly into the air.

Lu Chen glanced at those lines of text.

The Eastern Xuanzhou branch of the Azure Sky Sword Sect was furious.

The branch leadership no longer dared to send individual soldiers to their deaths.

They are secretly mobilizing a "Golden Core Stage Array Cultivator Team" and bringing the sect's most important artifacts to the scene.

Lu Chen raised his hand and slapped away the golden characters in mid-air.

He turned to look at the scattered flying swords and scrap metal on the ground, as well as some broken magical artifacts dropped by low-level cultivators.

These things are trash to cultivators.

For Lu Chen, this was hard currency that could be obtained from the black market and exchanged for supplies and replenishment.

We must not waste it.

He tore off the clothes of several dead men, roughly packed those low-level junk items into a large cloth bundle, and tied it tightly around his waist.

After doing all this.

Lu Chen raised his large hand and gently patted the little girl's head inside the Youfeng Wolf skin on his chest.

Ah Nan stayed close to him quietly.

Lu Chen snorted coldly.

He strode up to the black monument that had been smashed into the deep pit.

He grabbed the chain with one hand and pulled hard.

The 100,000-jin black stele was lifted off the ground and carried back onto his shoulder.

He strode across the poisonous river to the other side and continued his advance towards the outer perimeter.

at the same time.

Hundreds of thousands of miles away, in the desolate western wilderness.

Li Laosi, leading sixty Blood Disciples, stood before the ancient megalithic temple half-buried in the loess soil.

Amidst the dim light and the surrounding ruins, a dozen pairs of emerald green eyes stared intently at them.

Li Laosi gripped the ancient war spear in his hand, and the Supreme Blood Furnace in his chest throbbed violently.

The desolate fog was dispersed by the night wind.

The enemy, emerging from the darkness, finally revealed its true form.

Those were twelve monsters dressed in tattered human skin.

These people are hunched over and have unusually long limbs.

His entire body was covered in sores, with not a single undamaged spot.

He held in his hands a series of pale bone javelins that had been sharpened to an extremely sharp point.

They are the indigenous people who have degenerated to the point of losing their minds.

Their eyes gleamed with an intense, hunger-induced green light.

They locked onto Li Laosi and his group of living people.

The bone javelin in his hand was already raised above his head.

The murderous intent exploded at that moment.