Longevity Martial Arts: Obtain Golden Affixes at the Start

Hong Lang did not answer; his mind was racing, trying to find a way to break the deadlock.

There's almost no chance of survival when you're separated by two major realms.

Yu Huai'an didn't give him much time to think.

He leaped off his horse like a bird of prey spreading its wings, hurtling towards the raging torrent.

He moved with incredible speed, so fast that Hong Lang only saw a fleeting afterimage.

If the Marrow Cleansing Realm is like forging a sword blank, and the Meridian Opening Realm is like sharpening the sword's edge, then the Qi Gathering Realm is like sharpening the sword's blade.

Whether the blade is sharpened or not makes a world of difference.

Yu Huai'an struck down with a single palm, without any fancy moves, just a simple palm strike.

Hong Lang had no time to think. His blood and qi surged wildly within him, and the Great Sun Tathagata Palm lit up in his palm.

That tiny ray of light appeared exceptionally weak under the immense pressure, like a candle flame in a storm, teetering on the brink of collapse, yet stubbornly refusing to be extinguished.

The two palms collided.

boom!

Hong Lang's body flew backward and crashed heavily to the ground. The excruciating pain in his back made his vision go black for a moment.

His right hand was trembling, his body was under an excessive strain, and his entire arm, from his fingertips to his shoulder, was spasming violently.

Yu Huai'an landed back on his horse and looked down at his right hand.

His palms were slightly red.

"Interesting, even someone in the Marrow Cleansing Realm has this kind of strength."

Yu Huai'an looked at Hong Lang again, his gaze now showing more interest.

He had only used a fraction of his strength to try and capture the kid alive, but he hadn't expected the kid to actually block him.

"What's the name of your palm technique?"

Hong Lang got up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and did not answer.

"You won't talk, huh? That's okay. I'll dismember you and ask you slowly. You'll talk then." Yu Huai'an approached Hong Lang step by step.

Pu Xi frowned. If Hong Lang died, she wouldn't survive either. With her current strength, she couldn't possibly cause any harm to Huai An.

With each step Yu Huai'an took, Hong Lang felt the air around him grow heavier.

This is not an illusion.

With each breath, a Qi Gathering Realm expert can already manipulate true Qi. Although they cannot yet gather Qi into a form and kill from a distance, the power of attaching true Qi to their fists and feet is far beyond the reach of the Meridian Opening Realm.

Compared to the Marrow Cleansing Realm, it's worlds apart.

Yu Huai'an took two steps, then suddenly stopped.

Danger, extreme danger! The hairs on his body stood on end!

Yu Huai'an looked up abruptly, and something fell from the sky.

It was an enormous golden hand, with its five fingers spread out, each finger over ten feet long.

It fell not fast, in fact, it fell very slowly, so slowly that everyone could see its trajectory.

But no one can escape it.

When that palm came down, it enveloped everything between heaven and earth.

The wind stopped, the sound of horses' hooves stopped, the sound of breathing stopped, and even the heartbeat seemed to stop.

There is only one hand left in the world, and the place where it will fall.

Yu Huai'an wanted to run, but his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, and he couldn't even lift a toe.

The hand was falling at a speed as slow as a falling leaf, yet he just couldn't dodge it.

The trajectory of that hand as it fell was like a destiny already written, and he was merely a chess piece pressed onto the paper, waiting to be erased.

boom!

The giant hand landed on the ground.

There was no earth-shattering sound as I had imagined, only a dull "plop," like an invisible giant foot stepping into a puddle of mud.

The earth trembled slightly.

The dust rose, only to be pushed back down by an invisible force. Instead of scattering and flying everywhere, it stayed obediently close to the ground, as if even the wind dared not cause trouble at this moment.

When the dust settled, a huge handprint was left on the ground.

Within the palm print, there was no flesh, no bones, not even a drop of blood.

Yu Huai'an and his seven guards, along with everything they owned, were all crushed into the most primitive matter by that palm strike, merging with the soil.

At the bottom of the palm print, only a thin, dark red shell remained, as if the earth had been slapped and bled.

The world was deathly silent.

Zhu Dachang's snout was open, and its legs were trembling.

It had lived most of its life and had seen many grand scenes in the Bone Plains, but none of those scenes had ever filled it with fear like the one it was experiencing now.

Yu Huai'an, a powerful expert at the Qi Gathering Realm, was no more than an ant in front of this palm strike.

Pu Xi's pupils contracted.

The level of this palm strike... is not the Condensing Truth Realm, not the Transforming Qi Realm, and not even the Breaking Profound Realm.

This is a Martial Saint! Only a Martial Saint-level expert could unleash such a palm strike.

On the White Bone Plain, only those eight names possess such strength.

Which king is referred to as the Eighth King?

A thought suddenly flashed through Pu Xi's mind.

No, the aura of this palm strike... is the aura of Buddhism.

That golden light, that overwhelming yet not violent pressure, was clearly the work of a great Buddhist master.

When did a Buddhist martial arts master appear on the White Bone Plain?

Hong Lang got up from the ground, raised his head, and looked up at the sky.

The sky was very blue, a rare sight on the White Bone Plain.

But at the edge of this blue sky, a black dot is slowly growing larger.

A person fell from the sky.

Without any assistance, he descended from the sky step by step, as if an invisible staircase stretched from his feet to the ground.

As he drew closer, Hong Lang saw his appearance clearly.

That was a monk.

He was wearing a dark gold kasaya and a pair of worn-out straw sandals. He descended from the sky and landed on the edge of the huge palm print.

"Amitabha Buddha, was the palm strike you just used by the benefactor?"

Hong Lang's pupils contracted, and his heart was filled with shock. This monk could actually recognize this palm technique!

He has never mentioned the name "Mahavairocana Buddha Palm" to anyone since he received it.

Even Pu Xi had only seen him use his palm strike, but did not know the name of the palm technique.

The monk, however, saw through it all at a glance.

Hong Lang suppressed his shock and looked bewildered. He clasped his hands and said, "Master, I've never heard of that palm technique you mentioned."

His tone was sincere, and his eyes were innocent, just like an ordinary person who had been wronged.

The monk glanced at him quietly. His eyes were small, and his eyebrows were so sparse that they were almost invisible, like the old clay sculptures in the temple that had been smoked by incense for hundreds of years.

But it was those seemingly ordinary eyes that made Hong Lang feel as if he had been stripped naked, with nothing left to hide.

"Amitabha," the monk said, his hands clasped together. His voice was soft, yet it echoed across the open field. "Your concern is too heavy; I will help you purify it."

The moment the words left his mouth, the monk vanished.

Hong Lang's pupils contracted sharply, his instinct acting faster than his conscious thought.

His body began to move before his brain could make a decision; his blood and qi surged wildly, and the Great Sun Tathagata Palm lit up in his palm.

But it was too late; a hand was already pressed against his chest.