In Fury, the Plow Carves a Seven-Foot Unyielding Stele; the Dragon Returns to the Great Wilderness, and Sparks Ignite
At the end of Bloodrock Market's long street.
Lu Chen's tall, wounded figure shot up from the ground.
Boiling blood covered his body, mingling with crimson-purple waves of air as they carved an incomparably violent afterimage of a charge through the sky.
He himself was a mountain-smashing hammer trailing a tail of blazing fire!
He had no intention of playing with any fancy tricks to break the formation.
Lu Chen braced his thick left shoulder tightly against the base of the black stele, every muscle in his body twisted taut.
Man and stele together, he crashed brutally toward the towering blood-lit barrier membrane overhead.
This was the most unreasonable fighting style of an ultimate body cultivator: using the heaviest flesh and blood to crush every immortal sect restraint!
"Crack—!!!"
An enormous shattering blast, powerful enough to rupture the souls of all nearby, exploded through the air.
This several-inch-thick high-grade light membrane, supposedly impossible for Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators to shatter, met the most brutal physical ravaging.
The instant the giant stele struck.
The center of the membrane was forced outward by that terrifying brute strength, forming a huge semicircular dead crater.
Red light flashed frantically.
The barrier membrane was stretched to its limit, releasing an ear-piercing wail.
Suspended in midair, Lu Chen fiercely kicked against empty space with both feet, stomping out a series of deafening air explosions.
At that instant, his hundred-thousand-jin brute force poured forth without reservation.
The ultimate true force of the twelve layers of Iron Cloth Shirt within his body surged along his thick arms, all of it flooding into the leading edge of the black stele.
"Break!"
A furious roar burst from Lu Chen's throat.
"Boom—!!!"
A world-shaking crash of destruction swept through the entire city.
Every central rune-chain of the warship formation was smashed