Longevity Martial Arts: Obtain Golden Affixes at the Start

The man continued to explain, "This woman is a witch from the Yin Sect. Perhaps she went astray in her cultivation, because she has very little cultivation left. I chased her for three days and three nights before finally catching her here in Lonely Cloud Ridge."

The woman spat out the gag from her mouth, her voice shrill and high-pitched: "Young man, don't listen to his nonsense! This man eats people..."

Before she could finish speaking, the man slapped her hard across the face, causing half of her face to swell up and blood to seep from the corner of her mouth.

"Spreading heresy!" The man sneered, turning to Hong Lang: "Young brother, don't be fooled by this witch. The people of the Yin Cult are masters at bewitching people. Her whole act is an act."

The woman began to sob, tears mixed with blood streaming down her face, looking utterly pitiful.

Hong Lang frowned, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the two men.

The woman knelt on the ground, trembling, and the fear in her eyes seemed genuine.

But the man's slap just now was so ruthless, it really resembled the behavior of a demon or heretic.

However, in the world of martial arts, truth and falsehood are intertwined, and who can say for sure?

Seeing that Hong Lang remained suspicious, the man took out a token from his pocket:

"My name is Zhao Xian, a Ding-rank Evil Suppressor of the Evil Suppressing Division. I have been ordered to capture this witch."

Before he finished speaking, he threw the token at Hong Lang.

Hong Lang reached out to take it, his eyes fixed on the token.

In that instant, Zhao Xian flicked his wrist, and a dart flew out, aiming straight for Hong Lang's vitals.

Hong Lang caught a glimpse of that cold light and heard the sound of wind breaking through the air. The dart was cunning, curving around from below and aiming straight for his ribs.

Anyone else would have already succeeded with that dart.

However, Hong Lang possesses two special abilities: exceptional eyesight and exceptional hearing. The instant the dart leaves his hand, he has already discerned the trajectory of the hidden weapon.

He didn't move, only slightly turned his waist, and the dart grazed past his clothes.

Zhao Xian sneered, drew a short knife from his waist, and quickly closed in, aiming a slash at Hong Lang's face.

This strike was swift and ruthless, creating a sharp gust of wind.

Instead of retreating, Hong Lang advanced, flicking his halberd and holding the shaft horizontally in front of him, forcefully blocking the blow.

The sound of metal clashing rang out, and Zhao Xian's knife was stuck on the halberd shaft, unable to move an inch.

With the added bonus of "Dragon Spirit and Tiger Ferocity", Hong Lang's strength far exceeds that of an ordinary beginner martial artist in the Marrow Cleansing Realm.

The two locked eyes. Zhao Xian flicked his wrist, and the blade slid down the halberd shaft, slicing straight at Hong Lang's fingers that were gripping the halberd.

Hong Lang snorted coldly, the halberd's tail suddenly slammed downwards, and the halberd's tip rose up, delivering a "Golden Spear Suppresses the Mountain" strike to Zhao Xian's chin.

Zhao Xian had no choice but to sheathe his sword and lean back, barely avoiding the attack, though a few strands of his hair were cut off by the wind from the halberd.

He turned his body, and the short sword danced around him, creating a burst of light. The sword strikes were continuous, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, each move aimed at Hong Lang's throat, heart, and other vital points.

Hong Lang remained completely calm, wielding his halberd and unleashing the "Mountain and River Halberd" technique, his movements powerful and unparalleled.

The halberd tip, like a dragon or snake spitting its tongue, slashed out again and again, forcing the ball of sword light to retreat step by step.

The Mountain and River Halberd was heavy and sharp, and Zhao Xian's swordsmanship gradually became unable to be fully utilized in the face of such an attack.

The sixth move of the Mountain and River Halberd: Mountains and Rivers United in Dust!

With a roar, Hong Lang swung his halberd down with tremendous force, as if Mount Tai were pressing down on him.

Zhao Xian raised his sword to parry, but the impact of the halberd made his hand go numb, and his short sword almost flew out of his hand.

How can this kid be so strong?

He quickly distanced himself from Hong Lang.

I never expected that my cultivation level of Lesser Completion of the Marrow Cleansing Realm would be no match for a cultivator who had just entered the Marrow Cleansing Realm.

"You've got some skills, kid!"

Zhao Xian took a deep breath, his blood and qi surging, and a dark red light faintly appeared on the blade.

He suddenly sprang up, transforming into a black shadow, his short knife aimed straight for Hong Lang's throat.

This strike was incredibly fast; even before the blade arrived, the sharp aura of the blade sent a chill down Hong Lang's spine.

With his exceptional eyesight, Hong Lang saw the trajectory of Zhao Xian's blade the instant he drew it.

Not one, but three.

This seemingly direct strike to the throat actually conceals two hidden variations: one targeting the heart, and the other the lower abdomen.

Ordinary people, faced with such unpredictable swordsmanship, probably wouldn't even know which way to dodge.

But Hong Lang was no ordinary man.

He held his halberd horizontally, the shaft blocking his throat, while simultaneously shifting his body slightly to the side and sliding his left foot half a step back.

With two sharp "clangs," Zhao Xian's short sword slashed twice on the halberd shaft, but the third slash grazed Hong Lang's abdomen, only tearing through a layer of clothing.

Zhao Xian's expression changed drastically.

His three consecutive strikes had killed several martial artists of the same level, and even martial artists at the peak of the Marrow Cleansing Realm would find it difficult to deal with. Yet today, a mere beginner in the Marrow Cleansing Realm easily evaded them.

"you……"

Before he could finish speaking, Hong Lang's counterattack had already begun.

The fifth move of the Mountain and River Halberd: Crimson Sky Pierces the Sun.

Zhao Xian had no time to dodge and had no choice but to raise his knife to block.

clang!

The clang of metal against metal was so loud it made people's eardrums ache.

Zhao Xian felt a tremendous force surge from the blade, his entire arm went numb instantly, his tiger's mouth split open, and blood flowed down the hilt of the blade.

He was horrified. This was not the strength one should have at the beginning of the Marrow Cleansing Realm! Even those who had reached the Great Perfection of the Marrow Cleansing Realm might not have such brute strength!

He was so shocked by the halberd that he staggered back several steps, his chest heaving with blood and qi, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Who...who exactly are you?"

Hong Lang did not answer. He twirled the halberd in his hand and swung the end of the halberd toward Hong Lang's chest.

Zhao Xian took the blow head-on, but Hong Lang's attack was just a feint; the real killing move was at his feet.

A thousand pounds of force.

Hong Lang stomped out with his right foot, the stomp heavy as a mountain, leaving a footprint an inch deep in the ground, sending pebbles flying.

An astonishing force traveled from the ground to Zhao Xian's legs. He felt his feet suddenly give way and his whole body was thrown three inches off the ground.

Hong Lang leaned forward and delivered a powerful knee strike to Zhao Xian's chest and abdomen.

This series of movements was as fast as lightning, from the feint of striking with the spear to the solid knee strike, all within the span of a single breath.

Zhao Xian let out a muffled groan and flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground more than three zhang away.

Honglang gave him no chance to catch his breath.

The halberd in his hand shot out, piercing Zhao Xian's chest and pinning him to the ground.

A notification sounded simultaneously: [Killed a martial artist at the Lesser Completion stage of the Marrow Cleansing Realm, gained 60 Martial Arts Points]

"Little brother..." the woman's voice was high-pitched and thin, with a slight tremor, "You're so amazing."

Hong Lang pointed his halberd at her, his gaze calm: "Speak, who exactly are you, and why did you fall into his hands?"

He naturally didn't believe this woman was a weak woman; all those novels he'd read in his previous life hadn't been for nothing.

"You're quite cautious; I couldn't fool you with this appearance."

The woman blinked, then suddenly grinned.

That smile was innocent and naive, yet somehow, it sent a chill down Hong Lang's spine.

At that very moment, a faint fragrance wafted into my nose.

Sweet and rich, like the aroma of ripe fruit, yet with a hint of something fishy.

Hong Lang suddenly became alert and instinctively held his breath, but it was too late.

The fragrance seemed to possess a spirit, rushing straight to the top of one's head through the nasal cavity.

He felt as if all the strength in his body had been drained away, his knees buckled, the halberd slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, and he collapsed straight down.