Smashing a Foundation Establishment Cultivator into Flesh Paste, an Ultimate Heavy Weapon Shakes the Nine Provinces

The instant the blood-red desolate patterns lit up, an exceedingly savage force followed the carved marks at the base of the Dao Stele and drilled straight into Lu Chen's rough palms.

Great swaths of red light raced wildly beneath his iron-gray skin membrane.

A vast, desolate aura belonging to the ancient forebears surged without reservation into his limbs and bones.

Violent.

Brutal.

It followed none of the principles of immortal sects.

The thick blood vessels knotted around his arms were completely filled by that aura, swelling to their very limit.

The thirty-thousand-pound black stele, once cold, hard, and heavy, now burned beneath his touch.

Lu Chen locked both arms around the base of the stone, and scalding white steam even rose from the surface of his skin.

In that brief instant, his flesh and blood became wholly joined with this enormous dead object.

The rhythm of his heartbeat perfectly aligned with the ancient pulse emanating from within the Dao Stele.

"Rumble—!"

Lu Chen threw back his head and let out a roar that sounded inhuman.

The muscles in both arms bulged outward grotesquely, and the great tendons stretched taut like thick chains.

The bluestone slabs beneath his feet cracked inch by inch as all that immense force poured into the ground.

The thirty-thousand-pound city-suppressing Dao Stele was forcibly wrenched from the depths of the earth by him!

Huge chunks of yellow mud and shattered stone sprayed outward, striking the ruined walls around them with sharp crackles.

An ear-piercing tearing sound came from the skies above Black Mud City.

It was the wail of the city-protecting formation.

The Dao Stele had originally suppressed one of the formation's spiritual energy nodes. Now that it had been forcibly uprooted, the formation's foundation beneath the ground was directly damaged.

The multicolored spiritual lights in the sky flickered violently several times before instantly dimming.

The moment the Dao Stele left the ground.

The spiritual energy within several hundred zhang of the area completely changed.

The once-active spiritual energy of heaven and earth became extraordinarily thick and sluggish beneath the suppression of that desolate aura.

The Foundation Establishment steward in midair had been about to raise the flying sword beneath his feet and avoid the stones flying up from the ground.

But he quickly realized something was wrong.

The true essence in his dantian had abruptly seized up.

He desperately urged his incantation, yet the spiritual power in his meridians refused to move, utterly stagnant.

Having lost its supply of spiritual energy, the flying sword shook violently and carried him straight down.

That sense of panic at losing control instantly drowned his reason.

"You want to sever Chen?"

Lu Chen raised his head.

His eyes were wide with fury, his pupils webbed with crimson blood vessels, and savage violence churned in their depths as though he wanted to swallow the other man alive and tear him apart.

He did not care in the slightest what the immortal sect steward in the air was panicking about.

A deafening roar burst from his throat.

"I'll sever you first!"

The muscles all over his body knotted and swelled, and the dark-iron skin membrane of his eleven-layer Iron Shirt was stretched to the verge of tearing apart.

Dark-red blood seeped from burst pores, instantly evaporating into a blood mist from the heat radiating off his body.

Lu Chen gripped the rock patterns at the very bottom of the Dao Stele with both hands.

His legs were nailed fiercely into the mud, and using that enormous weight, he violently arched his upper body backward.

His spine bent into an incredibly perilous curve.

The great tendons on his back stretched white.

The power within his body accumulated to its peak.

He suddenly exerted force with both hands, and the muscles around his waist and abdomen erupted with terrifying launching power.

The thirty-thousand-pound black stone stele was hurled viciously into the air!

The massive stele tore through the air.

An extremely shrill sonic boom stabbed painfully into the ears as the surrounding air was forcibly driven aside.

This black stone was absurdly huge, its bulk as large as a small house.

Its enormous shadow blotted out every ray of light overhead, carrying incomparable pressure as it blanketed the steward in midair.

The steward's scalp went numb, and cold sweat instantly drenched his inner robes.

His true essence was suppressed, and he could not cast any spells.

He could only desperately slap at the storage pouch on his waist, pulling out every life-saving trump card he had in one frantic rush.

A green jade shield blocked the space above his head.

More than a dozen high-grade defensive talismans ignited at once, forming layer after layer of thick golden barriers.

Finally, he crushed a water-element treasure pearl. A waterfall-like curtain of water descended from above, shielding him firmly within.

Under normal circumstances, defenses of this level would not be easily broken even by Foundation Establishment cultivators of the same rank.

But before the sheer crushing weight of ten thousand jun.

Before this thirty-thousand-pound war stele that embodied the pinnacle of ultimate violence.

Those dazzling immortal sect techniques were pitifully frail.

The stone stele crashed down without the slightest pause.

"Bang!"

The first crisp explosion.

The green jade shield, said to be indestructible, exploded into fine jade powder the instant it touched the base of the stele.

"Bang!"

The second sound followed immediately.

The golden barriers formed from more than a dozen layers of talismans could not endure even half a breath before shattering layer by layer into golden ash that filled the sky.

"Bang!"

The third blast rang out.

That thick curtain of water was smashed into vapor on the spot, vast quantities of steam spraying wildly in every direction.

Every defense was utterly pulverized.

The steward raised his hands in despair, squeezing a shrill, distorted scream from his throat.

The enormous black shadow completely swallowed him.

Thirty thousand pounds of weight poured down without reservation.

The steward and the flying sword beneath his feet were struck head-on by the stele.

His flesh-and-blood body was slapped into an unrecognizable lump of meat paste, while the muffled crunch of shattering bones was wholly drowned out by the howling wind.

"Boom—!"

After smashing the steward apart, the stele's momentum did not weaken in the slightest.

Carrying that blurry remnant of a body, the enormous black stone continued flying diagonally onward before crashing heavily into the towering white-jade city wall of the inner city ahead.

The white-jade brick wall carved with formation patterns exploded on the spot.

A huge stretch of the incomparably sturdy city wall collapsed outright.

White stone dust mixed with gray dirt surged into the sky.

Large chunks of rubble shot in all directions, smashing through the roofs of several nearby buildings.

The ground of Black Mud City shook violently.

Every other sound on the main street was drowned out by that earth-shaking blast.

Then.

The entire immortal city sank into a silence so complete not even a crow dared caw.

A terrifying silence.

No one dared breathe too loudly; even the wind seemed to halt before the ruins.

In a distant mud pit.

Steward Zhao, whose Achilles tendons had been severed earlier, stared with his pea-sized eyes as he watched the entire scene unfold.

His mouth hung open, and the fat all over his body twitched violently twice.

He fainted from fright on the spot.

At the gap in the collapsed inner-city wall.

The few cultivators who had just poked their heads out to inspect the situation had every trace of color drain from their faces.

Their deathly pale faces were filled with utter horror.

They usually lived high within the inner city, priding themselves as masters who controlled the life and death of mortals.

In their understanding, even if a cultivator merely sneezed, mortals had to kneel on the ground and tremble.

They had never imagined.

That one day.

A lofty Foundation Establishment cultivator would be smashed to death alive by a stone in the most savage, most brutal manner.

The dust slowly dispersed through the air.

Barefoot, Lu Chen strode over the shattered bricks and rubble carpeting the ground, entering the ruins of the city wall.

His iron-gray skin membrane was covered in bloodstains, and terrifying white vapor steamed from his entire body.

He walked up to the Dao Stele embedded at an angle in the ruins.

He reached out with one hand, his five fingers clamping tightly around the edge of the black stone.

The muscles in his arm bulged violently once more.

He forcibly hoisted the thirty-thousand-pound heavy weapon back onto his shoulder.

The tremendous weight pressed down.

Lu Chen's back bent slightly.

He straightened his legs.

Then took a step forward.

"Crack."

The ground beneath his foot split apart again, web-like cracks spreading outward from beneath his sole.

But he did not care at all.

With the enormous stone stele on his shoulder, Lu Chen raised his head and stared directly at the ruined gap in the inner city ahead.

The light in his eyes had never been brighter.

Just then, A-Nan on his back moved gently.

The little cotton-padded jacket binding her made a faint rustling sound.

Her small body curled closer against Lu Chen's broad, burning back.

Her little face covered by a gray cloth strip turned with remarkable accuracy toward the inner city.

Two tiny bloodstained hands emerged through the gaps in the cloth bindings and tightly gripped the edge of Lu Chen's clothes.

"Brother Chen."

A-Nan's voice was very soft, yet it was heard with perfect clarity on the street, where even a falling needle could be heard.

She furrowed her brow, her little face resting against Lu Chen's shoulder, her tone holding both childish confusion and certainty.

"There are still many 'cold' people inside..."

"Their blood is trembling."