Suppression

Each War Puppet was controlled by three heavily armored Iron Armor Sect cultivators, whose enormous steel feet stomped down, creating cracks and furrows in the ground.

The remaining miners of Profound Nether Main City were driven like pigs and dogs, the sounds of whips lashing flesh mingling with screams of agony.

On a high platform in the center of the mine, a burly man with a thick beard, clad in heavy crimson armor, was tearing into roasted meat, with a massive broadsword as tall as a man stuck beside him.

"Commander, we've seized the Black Fiend Gate's territory. Will the Profound Nether Main City send people to seek revenge?" an Adjutant asked in a low voice.

"Seeking revenge?" The burly man with the thick beard sneered, spitting out a bone. "That old dog Wu Sha has been chopped up. The Black Fiend Gate is nothing but an orphan now! I heard that the ones taking over the territory are a bunch of mud-legged bastards who crawled out of the southern mountains, just a bunch of immature brats. If they dare to come, I'll crush them, bones and all, to use as fertilizer!"

Before he could finish speaking...

The previously raging black wind suddenly and eerily froze.

The light in the entire canyon dimmed without warning, as if an invisible hand had blocked out the blazing sun in the sky.

The burly man with the thick beard's face suddenly stiffened, and the roasted meat in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

He looked up in horror.

Above the howling Void, a thin black outfit fluttered wildly in the wind.

It was a boy of about ten years old, with a blade of grass in his mouth, arms crossed, looking down at the entire mine.

Those eyes were as deep as two Abyss, showing no anger whatsoever, only a mocking coldness.

"Who just said they wanted to use me as fertilizer?"

On the high platform in the center of the mine, the bearded commander craned his neck, staring intently at the black-clad youth in the Void. The blade of grass he was biting at the corner of his mouth swayed gently in the wind, exuding an absurd and comical aura.

"Where did this bastard come from, daring to act so arrogantly in front of the Iron Armor Sect!"

Enraged, the bearded commander grabbed the heavy broadsword at his side.

The heavy armor plates clashed together, producing a piercing metallic clang. He had roamed the border for over a decade, and to be frightened by a ten-year-old child—if word got back to the Red Rock Main City, he'd be a laughingstock.

"Form ranks! Blast it to pieces!"

The crimson runes around the eyes of the more than thirty Dark Iron War Puppets suddenly surged.

The massive steel body slammed heavily into the ground, and the heavy armor, cast from the Earth Fiend Refined Iron, emitted a layer of murky, earthy yellow light. The heavy gravitational field instantly sealed off the Void for miles around, and the air solidified like a swamp.

The War Puppet flipped its arms, and the dark, cast-iron cannon barrel sprang open from its elbows.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Dozens of Millstone- sized annihilation iron bullets flew through the air, their surfaces engraved with explosive runes. As they rubbed against each other in mid-air, they emitted scorching white smoke, tearing apart the rock walls of the entire canyon and causing them to collapse in large sections.

"That's quite a show of force."

Chen Fan stood still, not moving an inch, not even bothering to spit out the grass stem in his mouth.

He simply raised his right arm and clenched his fist.

The dormant Qi and Blood within his body suddenly boiled, and the Blackwater waves and the long cries of Fire Crows overlapped and surged in his meridians. A gray-red wave of qi, a hundred feet wide, exploded out from beneath his feet.

Without any fancy dodges, Chen Fan simply threw a punch forward, facing the whistling barrage of iron projectiles.

The force of the punch pierced the sky.

There were no feints, only pure and domineering force surging forth.

Dozens of heavy iron projectiles hurtled violently in mid-air before exploding one after another like pottery jars hitting a towering mountain wall. Scattered iron filings mixed with scorching flames rolled back, turning into a violent rain of iron that pelted down on the mine.

The bearded leader's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints.

"Body cultivation?"

Before the words were even finished, the black figure in mid-air had vanished into thin air.

A muffled sonic boom resounded above the canyon as Chen Fan's body tore through the black wind, transforming into a sharp parabola as he crashed down.

The target was the ten-zhang-tall War Puppet in front of them.

The three Iron Armor Sect cultivators who were in charge of controlling the War Puppet didn't even have time to turn around the defensive Formation Array; all they could see in their field of vision was a clean, childlike fist rapidly enlarging.

Thump!

The fist struck the War Puppet's hard, cast-iron head squarely.

The War Puppet, weighing tens of thousands of kilograms, suddenly froze, its thick black iron plate armor caved inward, and spiderweb-like cracks instantly spread all over its body. Immediately afterward, a violent burst of energy exploded from within.

The refined iron shattered, and the runes collapsed.

The enormous object shattered into pieces on the spot, and the flying metal fragments smashed dozens of the Iron Armor Sect guards around it, breaking their bones and tendons.

The enormous impact pierced the ground, directly blasting a deep trench, several meters deep, into the hard rock of the mine.

"This is a tough one, we need to surround them!"

The bearded commander's hair stood on end, and his Early Stage of Rank Eight earth-elemental True Qi erupted without reservation.

He pushed off with his feet, using the force of the earth's veins to leap down from mid-air, his broadsword, as tall as a man, carrying a turbid Sword Aura dozens of feet long, aimed straight at Chen Fan's nape.

This sword strike was delivered with all its might, so powerful that even the air itself seemed to hum and groan under its weight.

Chen Fan didn't even turn his head; he simply drew the dusty, broken Broken Saber from his waist.

When!

Swords clashed head-on.

Blinding sparks exploded like fireworks, and the clanging of metal caused the eardrums of cultivators within a radius of hundreds of meters to bleed.

The bearded commander felt a tremendous force, like that of a ferocious beast, surge up the hilt of his Sword Hilt. The arm guards on his arms shattered instantly, and his hands were torn open. What terrified him even more was that several visible cracks had appeared on his prized broadsword made of refined steel.

Is that all the strength you have?

Chen Fan turned around, a slightly wilted blade of grass dangling from his mouth, his eyes as clear as a neighbor's child watching a street performance.

"My mom kneads dough with more force than I do."

Before he could finish speaking, the Broken Saber in Chen Fan's hand moved.

The first cut is a horizontal slash.

The gray-red water-fire blade light surged, tearing through the air like a bolt of lightning. The gravity armor on the bearded commander's body was neatly sliced open like paper, and the golden light on his chest shattered into countless specks of light.

The second strike is a straight cleave.

The fierce Qi and Blood transformed into Fire Crow phantom that swept across the sky, and the Blade Aura smashed the broadsword with overwhelming force. The broken blade flew backward with a sharp whistle and pierced through the stone pillar of the high platform.

The third strike was a powerful blow with the back of the blade.

Chen Fan moved closer like a ghost, his heavy blade slamming solidly onto the commander's heavy helmet.

Click!

His helmet dented, and the bearded commander coughed up a mouthful of blood mixed with broken teeth. His massive body flew backward like a cannonball, crashing heavily into the depths of the mine a hundred meters away, raising a cloud of dust.

The entire hall fell silent.

The remaining War Puppet and the two hundred-plus heavily armored elites looked at each other, their fingers gripping their weapons trembling uncontrollably.

Eighth-Order commander couldn't even withstand three moves.

This is no ordinary country bumpkin from the mountains; he's clearly a ferocious beast in human form disguised as a child!