Longevity Martial Arts: Obtain Golden Affixes at the Start

Zhou Wen gave Hong Lang no chance to catch his breath. As soon as Hong Lang got up, Zhou Wen rushed over again, his fists raining down like a storm.

His boxing style is fierce and explosive, with every move hitting vital points and delivering a powerful blow.

At this moment, the floodwaters were like a small boat in a storm, ready to capsize at any moment.

Another heavy punch landed squarely on Hong Lang's abdomen.

Hong Lang flew backwards, his back arched, his stomach churning.

"Still not falling down?" Zhou Wen looked at him with some surprise.

If it were an ordinary Blood Refining Realm cultivator, they would have collapsed long ago after taking so many hits from him.

The young man was able to stand up, and although he was swaying, he never fell down.

With blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, Hong Lang was secretly astonished; the phrase "[Dragon Spirit and Tiger Might]" was taking effect.

The broken ribs, torn muscles, and shattered internal organs are all slowly repairing themselves; it's a wonderful feeling.

Zhou Wen frowned. Is this kid really a Blood Refining Realm martial artist? How come he's so resilient?

He stomped his feet hard on the ground, creating two deep craters in the soil, and shot towards the flood like an arrow.

Bajiquan, the "Standing Cannon to the Sky"!

This is a killing move in Bajiquan, which concentrates the power of the whole body into one punch, making it extremely fierce.

Before the punch even arrived, the wind from it was so strong that Hong Lang couldn't open his eyes. If he were to be hit by that punch, he would surely die!

Between life and death, Hong Lang closed his eyes.

All distracting thoughts vanished in that moment.

He felt an unprecedented clarity.

The right hand was slowly raised, palm facing outward, and a faint light shone.

The moment Zhou Wen's fist came crashing down, Hong Lang opened his eyes. His eyes shone with light, like the rising sun, radiant and boundless.

The great sun shines brightly, illuminating all directions, dispelling all ignorance and extinguishing all karmic fires!

Zhou Wen's fist suddenly stopped, not because Hong Lang blocked him, but because he fell into a strange state.

Everything in front of me disappeared.

dark.

The boundless darkness.

Zhou Wen panicked. He struggled desperately to break free from the darkness, but found himself rooted to the spot, unable to move.

Just then, a glimmer of light appeared at the end of the darkness.

It was a tiny speck, like a candle flame flickering in the wind.

But the light grew brighter and closer, as if a great sun were rising from the darkness.

The light was so intense that it was impossible to look directly at it, yet it also carried a strange sense of peace and compassion.

The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but light is the boat; a single thought of compassion can subdue demons!

In that instant, Zhou Wen's consciousness was pulled into a state of chaos.

He saw the woman's face.

"Aren't you afraid your dad will find out about our affair?"

"What's there to be afraid of! For you, I'd even risk my life..."

The woman quickly reached out and covered his mouth: "I just want you to live well, you mustn't say such things!"

The scene shifts, and the woman is crying and pleading with him: "He's already suspicious. Please take me away. Let's find a place where no one knows us and live a good life. I've secretly saved a few hundred taels of silver. Let's open a small shop together..."

He held the woman close and whispered, "He's getting old. In a few years, the Zhou family's business will all be mine. How can he leave now?"

The woman shoved him away, her expression agitated: "You just can't let go of the Zhou family's business! In your heart, I'm probably just a whore who paid you to come! If you don't take me with you, I'll expose this and see if your father will beat you to death..."

Then, the screen shattered.

He saw his own hand gripping her neck.

The woman struggled desperately, but the large hands gripped her even tighter. She managed to squeeze out a few words in despair: "The child...our child..."

Zhou Wen suddenly woke up with a start.

Before my eyes, a faintly glowing hand was already within reach.

He tried to escape, but it was too late.

He tried to defend himself, but found that his arms were still in mid-air, frozen in the moment he unleashed the "Sky-Piercing Cannon".

How could this Blood Refining Realm kid unleash such a bizarre palm strike?

The thought flashed through Zhou Wen's mind.

The next moment, the palm of the Great Sun Tathagata was firmly imprinted on his chest.

boom!

A shockwave exploded between the two, flattening the surrounding vegetation.

Zhou Tong was pushed back several steps by the shockwave, shielding his eyes with his hands and squinting at the scene.

The light fades, the people retreat.

Hong Lang's right hand hung limply at his side, his chest caved in, and he gasped for breath, sweat mixed with blood dripping onto the ground.

Zhou Wen stood still, motionless.

There was a clear palm print on his chest. There were no scars on the surface of his skin, but the blood vessels under his skin bulged out like earthworms, and they were a strange dark red color.

Hong Lang struggled to lift his head and look at Zhou Wen.

This palm strike almost exhausted all his energy and strength.

If Zhou Wen could continue fighting, he would have no chance to fight back.

Zhou Wen looked down at the palm print on his chest, then looked up at Hong Lang.

"Excellent palm technique."

His voice was calm, even carrying a hint of admiration.

"good……"

The moment the second "good" was uttered, Zhou Wen's expression froze.

His eyes widened suddenly, his pupils contracted violently, and dark red blood seeped from his seven orifices.

First the corners of the mouth, then the nostrils, then the ears, and finally the corners of the eyes.

The blood flowed more and more rapidly, as if seven red snakes were crawling down his face.

"How...how is this possible..."

Zhou Tong muttered to himself, his body beginning to tremble violently.

His legs could no longer support him, and he knelt down on the ground with a thud.

"You... what exactly are you...?"

Zhou Wen raised his head, wanting to say something, but found that he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

His vision blurred more and more, and the last thing he saw was Hong Lang's calm eyes.

Then, everything returned to darkness.

Zhou Wen's body collapsed to the ground with a thud; he was dead.

The large crickets in the grass also stopped chirping.

A notification sounded simultaneously:

[Defeat a pseudo-Marrow Cleansing Realm martial artist and gain 30 Martial Arts Points]

Pseudo-Marrow Cleansing Realm? Could it be that Zhou Wen isn't a true Marrow Cleansing Realm martial artist? Hong Lang wondered.

Zhou Tong stood there, as if struck by lightning, his mouth opening and closing, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

His gaze shifted back and forth between Zhou Wen's corpse and the torrent of water, his expression changing from shock to awe.

He was at the Blood Refining Realm when he killed a Marrow Cleansing Realm cultivator.

How the hell is this possible?

Although Zhou Wen should have only recently broken through, it's still something no one would believe if I told them.

The difference between the Blood Refining Realm and the Marrow Cleansing Realm is like the difference between a stream and a pond.

No matter how small a pond is, it is still just a pond; no matter how turbulent a stream is, it is still just a stream.

But the facts were right in front of him.

Zhou Wen is dead, but Hong Lang is still alive.

Although the surviving person was covered in wounds, with blood still dripping from the corner of his mouth, and looked like he could collapse at any moment, he was still alive.

"Brother Hong," Zhou Tong quickly walked to Hong Lang's side, "Are you alright?"

Hong Lang was speechless. "Do I look like I'm alright?"

"He's not dead!" Hong Lang's voice was a little hoarse as he pointed to Zhou Wen's corpse. "Go check if he's really dead, and cut his head off."

After what happened with Shen Da last time, Hong Lang dared not be careless. If Zhou Wen stood up again in a little while, he would be doomed.

Zhou Tong walked over and checked Zhou Wen's breathing, then touched his neck.

There was no breathing, no pulse, and the body was already cold.

With trembling hands, Zhou Tong pulled a dagger from his waist and slashed it forcefully at the head.

"Mother...your son...has finally avenged you!"

A roar pierced his chest, echoing in the silent night.

He hasn't had a single night of rest since he learned the "truth" months ago.

When I close my eyes, I see my mother's sorrowful face.

She cried out in her dream, each word dripping with blood.

Every time I wake up, I'm covered in cold sweat and seething with hatred.

The deep-seated hatred gnawed at him day and night, becoming an inescapable obsession.

At that moment, as the blade fell and the grudge was avenged, the mountain that had been weighing on his heart collapsed with a roar.

All the pent-up grief and indignation were released at this moment.

at last……

Finally, we can put a bloody end to this story.