Building a Corpse Mound to Cow the Immortal Sect, a Blind Girl's Blood Tears Search the Broken Bones

Lu Chen slammed his upper and lower rows of heavy teeth together.

A large chunk of his tongue was bitten to pulp on the spot.

Hot, salty blood rushed down his throat and into his stomach.

The agonizing pain made his numb, thick nerves throb violently once more.

He paid no heed to the vast swathes of rotting flesh peeled back across his back.

Nor did he care about the lingering Nascent Soul sword intent still boring deep into the cracks of his bones.

The thick tendons at his waist tightened wildly.

He forcibly pulled straight the great spinal bone that sword qi had bent half an inch.

This demon-god-like ruined body stood at the entrance to this gorge strewn with shattered corpses like an iron pillar holding up the sky.

Those old dogs of the Immortal Sect wanted to break this old man's bones.

They were dreaming in broad daylight!

Dragging his heavy black iron boots, Lu Chen strode to the puddle of minced flesh smashed apart by the Great Black Stele.

A little over a hundred breaths ago, it had been a Golden Core Grand Elder standing high above all others.

Now, not even a complete skullcap could be pieced together from it.

Lu Chen thrust his broad hand straight into the pool of blood mixed with shattered intestines and mud.

He rummaged around twice.

Then dug out a high-grade life-bound jade pouch smeared with red and white matter.

Beside it lay several fragments of high-grade spirit stones that had shattered beneath the brutal pressure.

Every bit of it was rations he had bought with his life.

Lu Chen looked exactly like a primordial ferocious beast guarding its food.

Without bothering over details, he stuffed all these resources—things the cultivation world would fight until their heads bled for—into