Flesh Against Artifacts, Tearing Black-Iron Armor Apart Barehanded!

An utterly terrifying weight crashed down from the sky.

Lu Chen's muscular body, covered in twelve layers of iron-gray Iron Cloth Shirt membrane, carried the dreadful momentum of his fall as both feet landed solidly atop the broad back of the Ironclad Rhino beneath him.

"Boom!"

There was no roar of clashing spells, only the sound of pure compression. The second-tier demon beast, weighing three thousand jin, did not even manage a howl of agony.

Its thick spine, comparable to refined iron, snapped apart the instant it made contact.

Violent force passed unhindered through the rhino's thick hide and struck directly into its organs. Its massive demonic body collapsed with a crash, its sturdy limbs folding in unison as they knelt into the mud.

Enormous pressure detonated inside the rhino's abdominal cavity, utterly pulverizing its organs. Thick blood and pulp mixed with chunks of viscera sprayed wildly from the demon beast's nostrils and mouth, dyeing all the dead leaves within several yards red.

The heavy cavalryman riding on the rhino's back was left dazed by the tremendous inertia, unable even to understand what had happened.

His scream was still caught in his throat.

Lu Chen did not even glance at him. His left arm suddenly rose. That thick arm wrapped in a century-old Black-Iron Chain swept sideways with an incomparably savage howl of wind.

"Clang!"

A deafening dull crash rang out.

There was no technique to speak of, only a brutal outpouring of raw strength. The heavy helmet forged from black iron did not hold for even a breath before it was smashed inward and flattened.

Along with the head inside, which was forcibly pounded into a lump of mush. The headless corpse toppled crookedly from the collapsed rhino's back.

The dozens of heavy cavalrymen around them saw their eyes split with fury.

Normally, they followed Chen Yuanshan in suppressing rogue cultivators and slaughtering demon beasts, crushing their enemies as an absolute elite force. This savage sight of a man being smashed to pieces along with his helmet completely ignited these martial cultivators' combat instincts.

Dozens of them roared at once.

Without any unnecessary orders, dozens of heavy, sharp black-iron spears traced streaks of cold light through the air, all aimed at Lu Chen's broad, defenseless back as they thrust forward with vicious force.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

An incredibly dense barrage of metal-on-metal impacts exploded through the forest.

The black-iron spears, capable of effortlessly piercing the hide armor of high-tier demon beasts, stabbed viciously into the dark metallic sheen of Lu Chen's skin membrane.

No spiritual energy shield rose.

The flesh and skin of the Ultimate Dao's perfected twelfth layer had reached an utterly inconceivable degree of hardness. The sharp spearheads only scraped vast showers of blinding sparks across Lu Chen's back.

Sparks scattered in every direction, glaringly conspicuous within the dim miasma forest.

Dozens of black-iron spears failed to leave even the faintest white mark on Lu Chen's back!

The cavalrymen gripping the spears underwent a drastic change in expression. What they felt in their hands was not the sensation of stabbing flesh, but of striking an entire block of frigid black iron that had not melted for tens of thousands of years.

The immense rebounding force raced crazily back along the ironwood shafts.

The tiger's mouths of several cavalrymen's hands split open on the spot, blood streaming down from their palms. Crisp cracks sounded from their wrist joints as they dislocated instantly, leaving them barely able to hold their heavy spears.

Before they could pull their spears back—

Lu Chen abruptly turned around.

The Ultimate Dao Furnace within him was completely ignited. Frenzied pure-yang blood and qi surged madly through his meridians and blood vessels, actually stirring a thunderous roar like mighty rivers charging through the silent clearing.

Lu Chen did not waste a word.

He reached out with both huge hands, his fingers abruptly closing around the ironwood shafts just below the spearheads of the two nearest spears.

Veins and tendons bulged across his immensely thick arms, his knotted muscles pulling taut to their limit.

Lu Chen planted his feet firmly in the mud, exerted force through his waist and abdomen, then violently yanked toward himself.

An unreasonable eruption of pure brute strength.

"Bang!" The two cavalrymen gripping the ends of the spears, clad in black-iron heavy armor that weighed several hundred jin altogether, were actually ripped free of their stirrups by that irresistible monstrous force.

Their feet left the ground.

Man and armor alike, the two were forcibly dragged into the air and hurled helplessly toward Lu Chen.

Lu Chen did not evade.

He stood where he was and allowed the two steel-clad bodies, each weighing several hundred jin, to crash rigidly into his chest.

At the instant they were about to hit him, Lu Chen's arms, which had been stretched outward, closed savagely toward the center with the force to split mountains and shatter rocks.

His two arms became the hardest steel gates, locking the two cavalrymen tightly between them.

"Crack!!!"

The piercing shriek of refined iron twisting, mixed with the dull sound of bones and flesh being forcibly crushed to pulp, spread harshly through the forest.

The heavy black-iron armor warped beneath that immense crushing force. The rivets at the armor's seams burst apart and flew everywhere.

Blood, minced flesh, and even jagged white fragments of bone sprayed out with hissing force through the gaps between the twisted iron plates.

The two suits of black-iron heavy armor, originally possessed of astonishing defensive power, were kneaded alive along with the men inside into two iron lumps leaking blood and flesh.

Lu Chen released his hands.

The two heaps of scrap iron, no longer recognizable as human, crashed heavily into the muddy water.

The dull impact made the ground beneath their feet tremble violently.

The remaining heavy cavalrymen, who had still intended to surround and kill him, were filled with unshakable terror. They desperately pulled their reins, trying to turn their Ironclad Rhinos and put more distance between themselves and this savage man who killed with nothing but his fleshly body.

Yet within the fifteen-zhang ancient forbidden-art domain of the City-Guarding Stele—

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth had been drained completely clean.

The little martial cultivator true qi within their bodies, used to operate their armor, had become a stagnant pool. The blastproof heavy armor they normally wore with ease and took such pride in had now returned to its terrifying original weight.

These several hundred jin of dead iron had become the deadliest cage restricting their speed.

Even lifting their legs was difficult, much less fleeing.

Lu Chen moved.

He became a fierce tiger fully released from its cage, carrying suffocating pressure as he crashed directly into the heavy-armored formation trapped between advance and retreat.

There were no unnecessary martial techniques.

Only the crushing might of the Ultimate Dao.

His left fist slammed out, and a black-iron heavy shield carved with a defensive formation shattered into pieces on the spot, its iron fragments shooting backward into the cavalryman's chest behind it.

His right leg swept out, snapping an Ironclad Rhino's thick front leg bone cleanly into two. The massive demon beast fell miserably, crushing the cavalryman on its back to death.

Lu Chen completely released his suppression of the high heat within his body.

Scalding pure-yang blood and qi poured out through his body. Any blood splashed onto him from the cavalrymen and demon beasts, the instant it touched his iron-gray skin membrane, did not even have time to run downward before it was instantly vaporized with a hiss beneath his terrifying body heat.

A pungent reddish-brown blood mist spread across the battlefield in great swathes, centered on Lu Chen.

In the air above the safe zone, fifteen zhang away from the slaughterhouse.

Chen Yuanshan stood upon his flying sword, his entire body frozen in place.

He had lived for more than a hundred years and seen countless decisive demonic cultivators, as well as high-tier great demons of enormous size and bizarre methods.

But he had never seen anything as absurd as this.

One man.

A savage man with not the slightest fluctuation of spiritual energy on his body, relying entirely on his mortal flesh.

Had actually torn apart Black Mud City's black-iron heavy cavalry formation, painstakingly built at immense cost and armed to the teeth, as though it were a toy molded from mud!

This completely overturned the deeply ingrained common sense of cultivation in his mind. How could a mortal possibly knead black-iron heavy armor into iron lumps using only his fleshly body?!

As he watched the heavy cavalrymen below being cut down in swathes like wheat.

Beyond his fear, Chen Yuanshan's heart bled with pain. These thirty cavalrymen were his absolute trump card for fighting over power within the sect in the future.

He could not wait any longer!

If this monster killed every cavalryman and broke through the forbidden zone, the consequences would be unthinkable.

Chen Yuanshan viciously bit through the tip of his tongue. His withered hands drew countless afterimages as he formed hand seals with wild frenzy.

The Foundation Establishment true essence he had accumulated in his dantian for decades erupted completely.

"You are nothing but mortal flesh! This old man will slice you into a thousand pieces!"

Chen Yuanshan howled shrilly at the top of his lungs. His chest suddenly expanded as he spat out a great mouthful of life-bound true essence mixed with blood from his tongue onto the top-grade flying sword beneath his feet.

After absorbing the true essence, the flying sword erupted with an intensely dazzling azure light.

As the radiance flowed—

The single top-grade flying sword instantly divided into ten in midair.

Ten Azurewood Demon-Slaying Sword Auras, each more than three zhang long and emanating incomparably violent pressure, swiftly formed above Chen Yuanshan's head. Their sword qi was sharp to the extreme, tearing the surrounding air into piercing shrieks.

The ten immense Azurewood sword auras, carrying terrifying heavenly might capable of effortlessly cleaving mountains apart, locked with utter precision onto Lu Chen below, who was surrounded by the remaining cavalrymen within the blood mist.

The peak killing strike of the Foundation Establishment Realm crashed down!