The Terrifying Ironclad Man!

Lu Changsheng reacted quickly. With a thrust of his short sword, he drove it straight at the other party.

"Clang."

With a light ring, Lu Changsheng's sword seemed to have struck solid refined iron. It could not pierce through at all.

At the same time, the other party's huge hand had already seized Lu Changsheng's short sword and twisted it lightly.

"Crack."

Lu Changsheng's sword snapped instantly.

At the same time, an enormous metal fist came smashing straight at Lu Changsheng's face.

The fierce wind rushed toward him. Even before it struck his body, he could feel the terrifying power behind it.

Without a second thought, Lu Changsheng leaped backward.

"Whoosh."

Lu Changsheng sprang away and landed in the spacious Underground Hall below, not far from the Red Robed Man.

The dust quickly settled, revealing that burly figure from before. Everyone saw what he looked like clearly.

It was a man clad entirely in iron armor.

Not even his eyes were exposed; he was completely wrapped in iron armor.

No wonder Lu Changsheng's short sword had failed to pierce him earlier. It had clearly been blocked by the iron armor.

"Trash."

"You couldn't even stop two insignificant rats and had to make this envoy act personally."

The burly Ironclad Man's voice was rough and booming, like thunder exploding. It carried immense authority.

Benefactor Xu hurriedly bowed and said, "Esteemed Envoy, these two are likely both top-tier Organ Refining martial artists. My men truly could not withstand them, so we had no choice but to ask Esteemed Envoy to act."

Lu Changsheng narrowed his eyes slightly. Benefactor Xu seemed to be this Ironclad Man's subordinate.

At that moment, the Red Robed Man said coldly, "Remnants of the Myriad Poisons Sect—it really is you. If I'm not mistaken, you are Zhao Xing, the Myriad Poisons Sect's Left Envoy?"

"Whoosh."

The Ironclad Man immediately turned his gaze toward the Red Robed Man and sneered. "Someone actually knows this envoy's identity? But since you know, you must die today!"

Yet the Red Robed Man did not seem afraid in the slightest. Instead, he was excited. He burst into laughter. "Hahaha, Heaven has eyes! I've finally found you!"

"Oh? It seems you've been tracking down the Sacred Sect all this time. State your name!"

"You scum of the Myriad Poisons Sect, do you still remember Shen Family Village of Cang County?"

"Back then, to refine the Myriad Poisons Great Pill, you slaughtered all three hundred and eighteen people of Shen Family Village. I jumped into the lake and was swept away by an undercurrent, only surviving by sheer luck."

"I pursued you for a full thirteen years! When I saw the Blood Strengthening Pills in Nanyang Prefecture today, I knew they bore the handiwork of your Myriad Poisons Sect. It truly was you pack of scum!"

The Ironclad Man, Zhao Xing, looked thoughtful. He suddenly remembered and said meaningfully, "So it was you. This envoy remembers now. Back then, there was a little brat from Shen Family Village who luckily jumped into the lake. We thought you had drowned. Who would have thought you actually survived?"

"But since fate spared your life, you should have crawled through life in hiding for the rest of your days. Why come here to seek death?"

"This envoy will send you to reunite with the people of Shen Family Village today!"

Zhao Xing suddenly leaped forward.

The iron armor he wore was incredibly heavy, yet it barely affected his agility.

That showed just how terrifying his physical constitution was.

"Boom."

Zhao Xing landed in the hall, smashing a huge pit into the floor.

Then Zhao Xing strode forward in great steps, rapidly closing the distance between himself and Shen Ying, the Red Robed Man.

"Clang."

Shen Ying drew his blade.

With one slash, he brought it down with tremendous force onto Zhao Xing's arm.

But that was all.

"Clang."

Sparks flew where the saber collided with the iron armor.

Amid the scattering sparks, Zhao Xing kicked out.

"Boom."

Shen Ying flew backward and crashed heavily onto the ground.

Even an Organ Refining martial artist felt as though his internal organs had been knocked out of place after Zhao Xing's kick. The pain was unbearable.

"With this little strength, you want revenge against the Sacred Sect?"

"You overestimate yourself!"

Blood merely trickled from Shen Ying's mouth. He stared fixedly at Zhao Xing, his eyes filled with hatred.

"Kid, stop hiding."

"Shen Ying is seeking death, and you'll die with him!"

Zhao Xing abruptly turned his head and looked at Lu Changsheng nearby.

Lu Changsheng had not joined forces with Shen Ying to attack Zhao Xing earlier because he had been searching for Zhao Xing's opening—or rather, his weakness.

Otherwise, if he acted rashly, he would likely end up just like Shen Ying.

But Lu Changsheng had observed for a long time. He had even scrutinized Zhao Xing from head to toe, yet still could not find any weakness.

Zhao Xing wore iron armor. Blades and spears could not penetrate him anywhere.

Moreover, his physical constitution was terrifying. Even clad in such heavy iron armor, he moved freely and was even extremely agile.

Such an expert had no weakness at all.

There was only one way to defeat him: attack head-on and crush him with absolute strength!

"After practicing martial arts for so long, I've truly never encountered an interesting opponent."

"You barely count as one."

Lu Changsheng directly tossed aside the half of his short sword that had already snapped.

Against an Ironclad Man like Zhao Xing, neither his short sword nor dagger would be of any use.

The Instant Kill Technique excelled in speed.

Ordinarily, when Lu Changsheng killed martial artists below the Divine Strength Realm, the Instant Kill Technique was unstoppable.

Now, however, he had run into trouble.

Against Zhao Xing, the Instant Kill Technique had no place to be used.

Clearly, the Instant Kill Technique had its flaws as well.

But the Instant Kill Technique was not all Lu Changsheng had.

He had exchanged blood once already, greatly improving his physical constitution.

Moreover, he had reached the Jade Bone Realm. Both his defense and strength were terrifying.

Lu Changsheng believed that his strength was no less than that of Li Ji, the Blade-Dragging Heavenly King, who had been born with divine power. It might even be greater!

Under such circumstances, whether he had the Instant Kill Technique or not made no difference to Lu Changsheng.

"Hmph, what a hard mouth!"

"This envoy will twist off your head and see whether your skull is as hard as your mouth!"

"Boom."

Zhao Xing stomped down, and a huge pit immediately appeared in the floor, surrounded by spiderweb-like cracks.

Then Zhao Xing sprang into the air, raising his enormous fist and smashing it at Lu Changsheng.

A sharp gleam flashed in Lu Changsheng's eyes.

He was not stupid. How could flesh and blood collide with iron armor?

"Whoosh."

Lu Changsheng used his movement technique and instantly dodged the strike.

At the same time, he arrived before a stone table where Shen Ying had previously taken cover.

Lu Changsheng grabbed the stone table with both hands and lifted it fiercely.

The stone table rose into the air.

"Rumble."

Lu Changsheng hurled the stone table at Zhao Xing.

Zhao Xing smashed his fist viciously into the stone table.

"Boom."

The stone table shattered into pieces, but amid the billowing dust, Lu Changsheng suddenly darted in before Zhao Xing.

Great Vajra Palm!

Lu Changsheng struck Zhao Xing's chest with several consecutive palms.

The Great Vajra Palm was a Third Rank Martial Skill. Its power was not especially great, but it possessed a technique centered on the word "shaking."

It could transmit force into a person's body and shake the opponent from within.

Now, Lu Changsheng was transmitting his force through Zhao Xing's iron armor to shake and injure him.

Zhao Xing was indeed knocked back several steps by the strikes.

But Zhao Xing's physical constitution was clearly extremely formidable. He took several palm strikes head-on without suffering the slightest injury, then charged straight at Lu Changsheng again and punched toward him.

Relying on his movement technique, Lu Changsheng narrowly evaded the blow and swiftly retreated to widen the distance.

"The Great Vajra Palm is useless too."

"Trying to shake Zhao Xing apart with clever force alone is simply impossible."

Lu Changsheng felt a headache coming on.

In truth, he simply lacked a suitable weapon.

If he had a sledgehammer weighing several hundred jin, he could definitely hammer the other party to death.

But he had no such weapon now.

"Wait, that pillar..."

Lu Changsheng's eyes lit up.

To keep the Underground Hall from collapsing, it had pillars—and quite a few of them.

"Kid, it's useless. With that little Shaking Force of yours, you could barely scratch this envoy's itch. Die!"

Zhao Xing once again strode toward Lu Changsheng.

"Whoosh."

Lu Changsheng rushed several steps to a pillar.

He looked the pillar up and down, then suddenly wrapped both arms around it and took a deep breath.

"Boom."

Lu Changsheng's blood and qi erupted at once. The blood within his body surged continuously like raging waves.

Vaguely, it seemed as though Lu Changsheng's blood and qi had dyed the entire Underground Hall crimson.

Even the temperature in the Underground Hall rose rapidly, showing just how scorching and vast Lu Changsheng's blood and qi were!

At the same time, Lu Changsheng seemed to sense a tremendous force faintly surging from the depths of his bones.

The power of his blood and qi, Jade Bone, muscles, blood, and every other aspect erupted in full, all converging within these two arms.

"Rise!"

Lu Changsheng roared, veins bulging all over his body.

Under his embrace, the massive pillar actually began to sway slowly, making the entire hall seem to tremble.