Fire in the teahouse. As he walks down the stairs Eithan kicks braziers and smashes lamps; as oil spews, he lights it aflame. Smoke begins to spread. The great beams and rafters of thick old wood have not yet fallen. But not one man can get through the exit. Eithan stands at the exit and blocks the doorway. None of the cultivators can move him. Stronger cultivators come, with treasures and precious things. The panic is intense. By now the smoke has reached the top floor.

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The immortals descend.

The crowd is shoved aside.

The first immortal approaches Eithan. Eithan motionless.

The immortal moves with grace. His fist breaks on Eithan’s chest---!

More immortals now. Nothing, nothing works. The fire grows. Already an immortal chars. The weak begin to burn. They fight and they fight, to no avail. Violence and finesse, treasures and charm, years of effort, a lifetime of training, all the power, all the skill, items and potions and a single miracle, all fall, all fail, in the face of the legendary iron body technique.