In a world of chaos and demonic warfare, the Axe Gang reigns supreme.

After accompanying Biaozi to the hospital and getting some medicine for his injuries, Bai Ye took the two of them home.

On his way home, Bai Ye went to the blacksmith shop and picked up a pair of custom-made Xuanhua axes.

The Xuanhua axe is made entirely of fine iron, each weighing over a hundred pounds. Holding it in your hand is like holding two shields, and it looks incredibly powerful.

Compared to the Xuanhua double axes, the small axe that is standard equipment for the Axe Gang looks like a toy.

"Yoko, you're going to use this as a weapon?"

Biaozi and the monk stood frozen in place, staring at the Xuanhua double axes in Bai Ye's hand.

They all tried holding the Xuanhua axes in their hands, and it was quite difficult just to lift them, let alone use them to chop people.

When Biaozi thought of Bai Ye's terrifying power, he felt relieved.

Even Er Gou, who had broken through to the Ming Jin level, was still inferior to Bai Ye in strength, so it was reasonable for Bai Ye to use them to kill people.

"let's go!"

Because the Xuanhua double axes were too large, Bai Ye couldn't tuck them into his waistband, so he had to carry them on his back.

Passersby looked fearful when they saw the two axes Bai Ye was carrying, and kept their distance from the three of them.

Seeing Bai Ye's domineering aura, both the monk and Biaozi were filled with envy and decided to forge a Xuanhua axe as well.

It doesn't need to be as big as Bai Ye; it should weigh around 40 or 50 pounds. It would definitely look very imposing and powerful if used to chop people up.

"Sis, open the door!"

Bai Ye knocked on the door, introduced Biaozi and the monk, and then led them into the courtyard.

Upon learning that Biaozi needed to brew medicine, Bai Luo immediately took the medicine and began brewing it for him in the courtyard.

Bai Ye greeted Biaozi and the other man for a while, then went into the training room to continue his practice of "Iron Shirt".

"Yo...Yoko, what are you doing?"

Seeing Bai Ye lying on the knife board, quickly covered in cuts, the monk's eyes widened in shock.

In his view, Bai Ye was not cultivating, but rather undergoing torture.

"I'm practicing the Iron Shirt Technique, can't you tell?"

Compared to the monk's shock, Bai Ye remained calm, chatting as he rolled his knife around.

Bai Ye spoke casually, but to the monk, it was like a thunderclap from the heavens, leaving him dizzy.

He had seen black ghosts practice "Iron Shirt" before, but they simply endured being beaten with sticks; nothing like Bai Ye rolling his body with a knife.

At this moment, he finally understood why Bai Ye's progress in cultivating the Iron Shirt technique was so rapid.

This is practically risking one's life to cultivate; if the progress isn't fast, then there would truly be no justice in the world.

"Yoko, you are this!"

After calming down, the monk gave Bai Ye a thumbs up and said with admiration, "Your cultivation speed is fast. I'm not envious at all. This is something that ordinary people really can't do."

After watching Bai Ye cultivate for a while, the monk emerged from the cultivation room with a sense of existential unease.

He originally thought he had been diligent enough in his cultivation, but compared to Bai Ye, he was just a complete lazybones.

Seeing the monk looking lost and confused, Biaozi asked him a question.

Then, out of curiosity, Biaozi went to watch Bai Ye cultivate, and upon returning, he began to question his own existence.

He felt like his worldview had collapsed!

Is ancient martial arts really this competitive now? Do you have to risk your life to improve your strength?

"If Yoko can do it, I can definitely do it too."

After a slight moment of distraction, Biaozi's expression hardened instantly: "Compared to Yezi's cultivation method, what is this little internal injury? Even without the serum, I can still break through to the Ming Jin realm and then settle accounts with Er Gou."

A powerful sense of hatred grew in Biaozi's heart, driving him to devote himself to cultivation and enter a very mysterious state.

The monk was stunned once again by Biaozi's actions.

Bai Ye and Biaozi's dedication to cultivation makes him seem like a lazy bum, not doing anything productive.

"I, a monk, have never lost to anyone in my life; isn't it all about cultivation?"

The monk gritted his teeth and began to cultivate as well, repeatedly striking a huge blue stone in the courtyard with his shiny head.

In just a few moments, his forehead was bright red from the impact, and his head was spinning.

Seeing that Bai Ye and Biao Zi were still going on, the monk gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and continued to bang his head against the bluestone.

He's having such a tough time!

About two hours later, Bai Ye stopped cultivating.

He discovered that his training in "Iron Shirt" seemed to have reached a bottleneck, and that simply cutting his skin with a knife was no longer enough to improve his skills.

It seems that it is necessary to temper flesh and blood to take "Iron Shirt" to the next level.

Bai Ye thought of this, so he left the cultivation room, intending to ask the monk for help.

When Bai Ye came out of the cultivation room, he saw a scene that stunned him: the monk was banging his head against a blue stone, and his shiny head was covered with bumps.

"Monk, stop for a moment, I need your help."

Bai Ye came to the monk's side and raised her hand to stop him from hitting the stone.

After Bai Ye stopped the monk, he became dizzy and unsteady, as if he were drunk: "Ye Zi, what do you want me to do?"

Bai Ye simply explained his request to the monk.

Next, the monk, as he requested, continued to beat his body with an iron rod.

At first, the monk was afraid of hurting Bai Ye, so he held back his attacks, but in the end he went all out.

After being beaten by the monk, Bai Ye clearly felt that the bottleneck of "Iron Shirt" was beginning to loosen.

Bai Ye was immersed in the joy of cultivation, but he exhausted the monk, making him work as hard as a donkey in the production team.

To the monk's dismay, despite his best efforts, Bai Ye remained unharmed, a blow that truly shook him to his core.

Just when the monk was about to give up, Bai Ye finally broke through the bottleneck, allowing "Iron Shirt" to reach a minor level of accomplishment.

Then, Bai Ye clearly felt that his body was undergoing a tremendous transformation, as if he had been reborn.

His physique grew noticeably stronger, and he soon surpassed the monk in height, reaching nearly two meters.

"Yoko, you..."

Seeing Bai Ye's astonishing transformation, the monk stood there dumbfounded.

He had seen black ghosts cultivate before, but even if they made breakthroughs and improvements, it wasn't as exaggerated as Bai Ye's.

If he hadn't witnessed Bai Ye practicing the Iron Shirt Technique with his own eyes, he would have suspected that Bai Ye wasn't practicing a martial art, but rather a long-lost immortal technique.

After the feeling of strengthening his body subsided, Bai Ye clearly felt a transformation in his physique and a significant increase in his strength.

Then, Bai Ye couldn't wait to walk towards the iron lock, intending to test his strength first before going to the water room to wash up.

Before long, the 1,500-jin and 200-jin stone locks, which were tied together, were put down from Bai Ye's hands.

In other words, his strength has reached 1,700 jin, which is not much different from the 2,000 jin of a fat ox.

Most importantly, this is still his own original power, without the enhancement of any cultivation techniques.

If he masters the "Bull's Strength" technique, the power he can unleash will likely exceed two thousand jin.

"What a monster!"

Upon witnessing Bai Ye's terrifying power, the monk was so shocked that he gasped in astonishment and remained speechless for a long time.

He is now only half a step away from Ming Jin, and his strength is only six or seven hundred jin, which is only a fraction of Bai Ye's strength.

Faced with such a huge gap, the monk felt utterly exhausted; he was truly devastated by Bai Ye's words.

At that moment, before the monk could recover from the shock, a deep tiger's roar rang out.

Biaozi, who was cultivating nearby, suddenly exuded a fierce aura, like a real tiger waving its claws.

Seeing Biaozi's behavior, Bai Ye and the monk were delighted and immediately guessed a possibility.

At this moment, Biaozi stopped what he was doing, his face filled with ecstatic joy: "I did it! I did it! I broke through to the Ming Jin level!"

Bai Ye was overjoyed to see Biaozi break through to the Ming Jin level.

This way, he would have a powerful ally, making it much easier to deal with Er Gou's attack.

Seeing Bai Ye and Biao Zi break through to the next level, the monk was happy for them, but his heart was also filled with bitterness.

He was heartbroken when his brothers were injured, but he was also deeply affected by their rise to power.