"You've never been stabbed. How would you know it doesn't hurt?"
Huo Yuanhong inspected the Great Spear in his hand, flicking it several times with his fingers to make sure there was nothing wrong with it.
"I've asked plenty of people, and none of them answered. That means it didn't hurt. Once you get stabbed, I'll ask how you feel too."
The Demon Sect's Protector Dharma King said this with a genial smile.
"Why don't you grind that spear first?"
The other Protector Dharma King shook his head and laughed as well.
He had naturally noticed that this blacksmith seemed to be hiding quite a bit. His martial arts were not weak; he very likely possessed Transformation Strength.
But against the two of them—two Elixir Strength experts who had fought through countless battles—how could he possibly escape their grasp?
Transformation Strength experts were inconvenient to control. Better to silence him and find another target.
"No need to grind it. The fried tea flour is getting cold."
Huo Yuanhong grabbed the Great Spear and gave it a shake. A deep hum instantly rang through the air.
Buzzz—!
As his wrist trembled, the rusted Great Spear seemed to come alive, shaking out a blurred spear shadow like a huge python lunging to bite the Protector Dharma King who claimed that a blade through the heart did not hurt at all.
Ordinarily, wielding such a broad, sweeping weapon indoors was disadvantageous to the spearman.
Yet Huo Yuanhong seemed not to have noticed that at all and attacked directly.
That combat method made one of the Dharma Kings take him slightly more seriously. A poisoned short blade slid from his sleeve, and with a leap, he pounced toward Huo Yuanhong.
An inch shorter, an inch more perilous. He practiced short-weapon techniques, so he was