Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

The leader of the degenerated natives was a one-eyed old man. His face was covered in sores, and his dry, chapped lips were everted.

"A bastard from outside...!" The one-eyed old man uttered broken, extremely awkward, and absurd words.

His green-glowing eye was fixed on the broken, ancient spear in Li Laosi's hand.

"Sacred relics...you filthy bastards have no right to touch them! Put down the bones of your ancestors!"

The old man swung his withered arm suddenly, and the bone javelin pointed straight ahead.

The twelve monsters let out beast-like growls, and with a simultaneous exertion of force, pale bone javelins whistled through the air as they thrust towards Li Laosi's face.

Li Laosi didn't even glance at the flying bone fragments.

He stomped his right leg forward heavily, the sole of his boot creating a large, spiderweb-like crack in the paving stones.

The small, supreme blood furnace in his chest spun wildly. The single drop of supreme desolate blood bestowed by Lu Chen caused his muscles to bulge like lumps of iron.

He gripped the end of the ancient spear with both hands and twisted his waist sharply.

This is a powerful weapon imbued with the residual power of Lu Chen's 90,000 jin of weakened Extreme Dao energy!

The spear swept out from right to left with a chilling sonic boom.

There is absolutely no need for any protective internal energy.

Those dozen or so bone javelins, sharpened to an extreme degree, instantly shattered into clouds of white bone dust the moment they touched the fierce wind generated by the spear. Not even a single intact fragment remained.

Li Laosi spat out a mouthful of saliva.

"Want what our ancestors left behind? You'll have to pay with your lives first!"

Before his voice could even drift through the fog, he had already leaped out like a ferocious beast released from its cage.

The spear was raised high above his head, carrying immense force, and cleaved straight down towards the one-eyed old man's forehead.

The one-eyed old man was also a ruthless character. He didn't flinch at all. He raised the thickest bone spear in his hands, trying to take the blow head-on with his mutated and powerful physique.

"Bang!"

The immense force was released without reservation.

The one-eyed old man felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him. His two thin, bony arms made an extremely painful, cracking sound.

His hands exploded instantly, blood gushing out, and he fell backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the hard black and gold stone steps in front of the temple.

Seeing their leader defeated, the remaining eleven degenerated monsters were enraged. They pounced on all fours like giant spiders from all directions.

The sixty bloodthirsty followers behind Li Laosi were not there to watch the show.

These men, who risked their lives to survive in the quicksand pit, had long since bound together the wild blood and fire within their bodies.

There was no need for slogans or hand seals. The sixty people spontaneously gathered in the middle, shoulder to shoulder, and formed the most primitive "shared qi and blood formation" on the spot.

With a powerful thrust of his large arm, he slashed down fiercely in the same direction with the crocodile bone knife in his hand.

Pure physical clashes, savage strangulation tactics!

Every strike was aimed at drawing blood, specifically targeting the opponent's lower body.

In less than ten breaths, the battle was completely over.

The legs of the eight degenerated natives were cleanly severed, and they lay on the muddy ground, rolling and screaming in agony, with dark green blood flowing all over the ground.

The remaining three monsters were utterly terrified. They had long since thrown away their weapons and knelt upright on the temple steps, banging their heads against the ground and howling like pigs being slaughtered.

Li Laosi didn't even glance at the three weaklings, and strode up to the one-eyed old man.

The big foot lifted up and stomped down hard on the old man's chest.

"Click."

The old man's sternum collapsed by a full two inches on the spot.

A large mouthful of dark, thick blood mixed with pieces of internal organs spurted from his mouth.

An ordinary person would have been dead by now. But this one-eyed old man still retained a trace of the wolfish nature of the ancient ultimate path.

He gritted his teeth and refused to utter a single groan of pleading.

The single, green-glowing eye stared intently at Li Laosi, almost popping out of its socket.

"You thief...you thief who stole the sacred relic...the god of the wilderness will drain your blood..." the old man cursed in a hoarse voice as he spat out blood.

Upon hearing this, Li Laosi was so angry that he laughed instead, and the fat on his face twitched.

He grabbed the ancient, broken spear, stained with the same blood as Lu Chen, and pressed its tip firmly against the old man's nasal bone, less than half an inch from the old man's single eye.

Immediately afterwards, Li Laosi's free left hand suddenly grabbed the edge of the rough crocodile skin armor on his chest.

Pull hard.

"Rip!" The thick crocodile skin was torn in two and thrown on the ground.

His broad, bronze-colored chest was exposed without reservation to the night wind of the western wilderness.

In the very center of his chest, the Supreme Blood Furnace throbbed wildly. The Supreme Yang Blood, like magma erupting from a volcano, flowed rapidly along the thick meridians beneath his skin.

His body temperature soared dramatically. Large swaths of crimson heat turned into white mist, rising around him.

Under the intense heat, complex and wild dark red marks appeared on Li Laosi's chest.

These marks quickly connected and eventually coalesced into an "Ancient Military Formation Blood Pattern" filled with violent and malevolent energy.

The ancient broken spear in his hand, silent for ten thousand years, emitted a low hum the moment the totem appeared, the remaining spirit of the weapon within the spear.

The intricate patterns on the spearhead and the orthodox, fragmented patterns on Li Laosi's chest complement each other, forming a unified whole!

The one-eyed old man froze completely.

The greenish eye trembled violently, its gaze fixed on the burning bloodstain on Li Laosi's chest.

This is the totem of the Lord of the Wasteland's guards, lost for a full ten thousand years! It is the mark etched deepest into the marrow of these abandoned people!

Hot tears welled up in the old man's eyes, washing over the festering sores on his face.

His spine, which had been hunched and bent for many years due to degeneration, suddenly burst forth with astonishing strength at this moment, straightening itself completely.

The old man pushed away the large foot pressing on his chest and rolled over to his feet.

He knelt heavily on one knee on the hard black stone steps, making a muffled sound.

He pressed his right hand firmly against his withered left chest and, facing Li Laosi, performed a broken yet extremely solemn ancient military salute.

"By the God of Wilderness... the 307th generation of the remnant of the Royal Guard pays homage to the Great Leader of the Spear-wielding Army!" The old man's voice no longer roared like a wild beast, but instead carried a resolute and tragic tone.

Li Laosi put his spear back and slammed it heavily on the ground.

"Spit out your words clearly and properly! If you're of the Wilderness race, how did you manage to become such cowards?"

The one-eyed old man was in tears, his withered fingers gripping the pebbles on the ground.

"Ten thousand years ago... those false immortals in white robes in the heavens, in order to completely sever the roots of our physical cultivation, poured the immortal's curse of extinction into the western wilderness."

The old man gritted his teeth, wishing he could crush them to pieces.

"The hundreds of underground bloodline waters in the Western Wilderness have all been poisoned! In order to survive and leave behind the last seed of the ultimate path, our ancestors had no choice but to drink the poisoned water. As the generations went by, their bones became soft, their blood became dirty, and they degenerated into monsters that could only crawl at night."

The old man raised his one eye and looked at the orthodox totem on Li Laosi's chest as if he were looking at a living Buddha.

"Chief, at the very back of the main hall... there's a dilapidated main altar." The old man's hand trembled as he pointed to the dark entrance deep within the temple. "Back then, when the immortals swept through this place, they smashed all the inheritance steles. But beneath the main altar lies the last half of the 'Ultimate Secret Treasure Guiding Stone' that they couldn't find."

Li Laosi's eyelids twitched.

He released his hand from the old man's shoulder, turned around, and waved to the sixty brothers behind him.

"Grab your weapons! Come in with me!"

Li Laosi, carrying the ancient spear upside down, strode into the temple gate.

Sixty blood followers followed closely behind.

The main hall was frighteningly spacious. The massive black pillars on both sides were covered with countless chisel marks left by flying swords of immortals.

These deep sword marks are like knives, piercing the hearts of every man who has drunk the blood of the barbarians.

The group walked to the deepest part of the main hall.

A massive black stone platform lay across the way. This platform was entirely crafted from sunken black gold rock, weighing at least tens of thousands of kilograms. Its surface was also covered with chaotic sword marks left by the immortals in their rage.

"Fourth Brother, is it down here?" A burly, bloodthirsty thug with a face full of scars approached.

"To hell with it, let's tear it down first!" Li Laosi stuck his spear into the paving stone next to him.

He strode forward, gripping the crack at the bottom of the large black stone platform with both hands.

Without uttering a single word, the sixty burly men swarmed around. Hundreds of calloused hands gripped the edge of the stone platform tightly.

More than sixty people and more than sixty extreme blood furnaces went berserk simultaneously. Their qi and blood completely merged into one at this moment, transforming into a plume of crimson smoke that shot straight to the top of the hall.

"rise--"

Veins bulged on Li Laosi's forehead, and a thunderous roar erupted from his throat, echoing throughout the hall.

"Drink!" the sixty men roared in unison.

Pure brute force, without any magical aid.

Faced with absolute power, the massive black stone platform's foundation collapsed instantly.

The tens of thousands of pounds of black gold stone platform that had sunk into the sea was overturned by this group of peasants, kicking up clouds of dust.

The true appearance of the bottom of the stone platform was completely exposed to everyone.