Chapter 289 - 287: The Barbarian

"Kid, you’re courting death!" Su Pei’s expression suddenly turned a bit gloomy.

He snapped his fingers, and immediately, a man without hair, eyebrows, or beard rushed out from behind him.

The man was barefoot, his clothes were open, and his skin was a ghastly white.

His bald head and neck were etched with densely packed, complex black lines, marking him as Su Pei’s lifebound corpse.

’Whoosh!’

Su Pei’s lifebound corpse threw a punch at Lou Yi, producing a sharp sound as it sliced through the air.

"This kid is doomed, Su Pei’s lifebound corpse broke through to become a spirit corpse four years ago.

After years of cultivation and sacrifice, it’s probably not far from becoming an iron corpse!"

"You’re right, look at that plum blossom mark on its chest, the third petal is already taking shape..."

The crowd was abuzz, but their opinions were surprisingly consistent.

All believed that Lou Yi was no match for Su Pei’s lifebound corpse.

From behind, You Qingyi frowned, wanting to intervene, yet hesitated.

The next moment.

’Bang!’

To everyone’s astonishment, Su Pei’s lifebound corpse met the same fate as his underlings.

It was sent flying out with no resistance, crashing heavily to the ground.

Seeing this, two more spirit corpses charged at Lou Yi, but he took them down easily with a single punch each.

"Holy shit!" someone exclaimed.

Su Pei’s expression also turned ugly, but he wasn’t panicked at all and sneered instead:

"In the mortal world, relying on some martial strength, you can certainly dominate for a while. But Junior Brother Lou, don’t forget, this is the Immortal Sect!"

He turned to look at one of his followers: "A Fei, show him some colors.

Let him understand that so-called martial arts are nothing but child’s play!"

"Alright, Brother Su!"

The person Su Pei called out was a middle-aged man with a funny, monkey-like face.

He clapped his hands audibly.

’Dong dong dong!’

A corpse, looking quite different from the previous spirit corpses, walked over with a metallic clank.

This corpse was significantly larger than the average corpse, comparable to a mighty general on a battlefield.

Its skin wasn’t ghastly white but a dark gray, with a metallic sheen.

The black lines on it were thicker and not static, seeming to flow constantly.

Its eyes were dark with a blood-red tint, devoid of any emotion.

"It’s an iron corpse! I didn’t expect A Fei to have such talent in corpse refining, already raising his lifebound corpse to the level of an iron corpse!"

"In the mortal world, a martial artist’s strength maxes out at ten thousand jin, even if it exceeds that, not by much.

But the iron corpse, refined by a cultivator, is fused with numerous rare items, its strength easily reaches twenty thousand jin, and surpassing thirty thousand jin isn’t unheard of!"

"An iron corpse is invulnerable to blades and spears, its strength is boundless. Lou Yi joined the sect only a few days ago, even if his martial arts cultivation is outstanding, how could he be a match for an iron corpse?"

With the iron corpse taking action, no one thought that Lou Yi could withstand its attack.

The history of the Corpse-Driving Sect has seen high-level martial artists join the sect.

But faced with the brilliant and powerful immortal techniques, they all paled, failing to make any impact.

Martial arts have limits; immortal techniques are boundless.

Compared to the immortal path, martial arts are but a fleeting moment, unable to compare in the long run.

This single iron corpse’s strength exceeds what a martial artist could achieve in a lifetime of hard practice.

’Whoosh!’

The iron corpse punched straight at Lou Yi with an unremarkable jab.

Due to its immense power, a visible white airflow appeared ahead of its fist.

Just as everyone thought Lou Yi would be easily defeated.

’Snap!’

The next moment, their eyes widened in disbelief.

The supposedly unstoppable iron corpse.

Its dark gray, large fist was effortlessly caught mid-air by Lou Yi’s single hand, unable to advance even an inch!

Then.

Lou Yi swiftly grabbed the iron corpse’s shoulder with his left hand, sank his hip abruptly, and twisted his waist slightly.

The sudden torque lifted the iron corpse off its feet, swinging it in a semicircle before slamming it heavily to the ground!

A simple shoulder throw, and the iron corpse was at a great disadvantage.

Naturally, the iron corpse wouldn’t be defeated by a mere shoulder throw, as it tried to prop itself up with its arms.

’Bang!’

Its head was stomped into the muddy ground again, brutally!

Its head sank entirely into the ground, forming a pit at least a foot deep.

The surrounding ground seemed to tremble slightly under Lou Yi’s stomp, and leaves fluttered into the air.

The iron corpse’s arms and legs flailed uncontrollably, but with Lou Yi’s foot on its head, it couldn’t rise, all struggles in vain.

"Let it go!" The man controlling the iron corpse, seeing his lifebound corpse being ’abused’ by Lou Yi, rushed forward in distress.

’Slap!’

He was slapped to the ground, his eyes confused, staring at the sky.

And Lou Yi’s figure vanished from its place, with another slap, he sent the unprepared Su Pei sprawling to the ground.

"What do you think?"

Overlooking Su Pei, Lou Yi stepped on his chest with his right foot.

Su Pei only felt his body was weighed down by a mountain, unable to move at all!

"Damn it!"

Su Pei was furious, spiritual qi erupted all over him, and a faint glow appeared in his right palm.

But then, Lou Yi slightly increased the pressure of his right foot.

Causing Su Pei’s expression to change drastically, as all the ribs in his chest emitted a chilling sound, seemingly about to shatter entirely!

"What do you think?" Lou Yi asked again.

Lying on the ground, Su Pei looked disheveled and his face unpleasant.

He wanted to cast a spell but didn’t dare gamble on whose move would be faster.

If he lost the gamble, his ribs would suffer the consequences.

Even if Lou Yi were punished severely by the sect for harming a fellow disciple.

His own body suffering damage would have a significant impact on his future cultivation.

In the cultivation realm, there’s a widely circulated saying that if a cultivator’s body is incomplete or severely injured, it’s hard to achieve Foundation Establishment later on.

Seeing Lou Yi’s cold gaze, Su Pei didn’t dare bet, nor could he afford to.

"I admit defeat," he finally gritted out through clenched teeth.

"Good."

Lou Yi didn’t say more, lifted his foot from Su Pei’s chest, and walked straight toward the mountain top.

Behind him, Su Pei was helped up by his followers.

"Pah, barbarian!" Su Pei spat angrily, blood and phlegm hitting the ground.

"Don’t be mad, Brother Su, once you break through to the late-stage Qi refining, a mere barbarian won’t be able to approach you lightly."

"Let him be arrogant for now. He’s just a lower-grade spirit root; how can he compare with you in the future, Brother Su?"

"When you, Brother Su, achieve longevity and overlook the tempest, this barbarian should already be bedridden and decrepit, why bother with such a person?"

The many followers consoled Su Pei, their words filled with disdain for Lou Yi, gradually improving his mood.

Elsewhere, Lou Yi reached the mountain top and began choosing an empty cave.

The caves at the top were spacious and rich with spiritual qi, with far more inhabitants than Lou Yi had imagined.

One after another, their aura comparable to Su Pei’s, mostly intermediate-level Qi refining cultivators.

The commotion from the skirmish just now had caught many eyes, and many witnessed Lou Yi’s stellar performance, expressing their admiration.

"This junior brother, with innate divine power, could suppress an iron corpse, truly beyond our imagination."

"His strength might rival that of the body cultivators from the True Blood Sect."

Several people proactively greeted Lou Yi, illustrating the benefit of showcasing strength.

Since the conflict erupted earlier, Lou Yi’s reputation gradually spread among the outer sect, earning him the nickname "Lou Barbarian".

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