One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Boom!

The arrow was sharply embedded with some kind of high-energy crystal.

With a violent collision, it exploded, rolling up waves of heat in the air.

The sharp fangs at the end of the whip bit into Su Heng’s arm, piercing the muscle and letting blood seep out.

The man seemed to be playing the role of a leader or a team captain.

At this moment, his face turned red, and he yanked fiercely.

Crack!

The chains on the whip tightened suddenly.

The captain clenched his teeth, and his muscles rippled continually. He used all his strength, but the effect was minimal; he barely managed to pull the thick, muscular arm slightly outward.

The assassin also faced difficulties. Logically speaking, the neck is the most vulnerable part of a body.

No matter how much one trains, it is hard to strengthen this area particularly.

In the wild.

When a wild beast hunts.

It targets the prey’s neck, almost an instinct engraved in memory.

However, at this moment, he drove his two daggers down hard. They merely left two insignificant white spots on the creature’s neck, slightly indented. It seemed they hadn’t even pierced through the true skin layer. What kind of creature was this, still restricted in condition?

The assassin was astounded.

Unwilling to believe it, his hands created afterimages in the air, stabbing down continuously.

But after trying dozens of times, a crisp "crack" sounded, and the daggers broke and flew outward, leaving only slight red marks.

And within the blink of an eye, the injury healed.

It seemed as if nothing had happened at all.

"...", the Demon Descendant assassin was somewhat taken aback.

In his belt behind his back, he whipped out two spare weapons.

However, before he could mount another attack, Su Heng had already grown impatient.

"Roar!"

A beast-like roar burst out, a deep voice came, "Game over."

Boom, boom!

The sound of bones grinding and blood boiling was like a volcanic eruption. Su Heng’s body, tightly held in place, began to expand, bulge, and his muscles transformed into dark armor. Rows of sharp bone spurs grew outward, and radiating crystals bubbled up along his spine.

Su Heng’s mouth also protruded outward, transforming into a terrifying, bloody maw.

It suddenly opened wide, dragging streams of sticky white saliva with its sharp teeth.

The Demon Descendant still using his remaining intact arm struggled, punching Su Heng’s abdomen one after another.

But then he saw Su Heng’s body rapidly grow taller, like a robust tree flourishing.

His mind didn’t react at once.

Looking up.

He saw a great bloody mouth roaring open, rapidly enlarging in his field of vision.

This was no small matter; even with his rich combat experience, he seldom encountered such terrifying scenes.

At that moment, his legs went weak from fear.

In his terror, he struggled desperately, trying to flee.

However, after Su Heng had returned to his true form, his strength also surged dramatically. The standstill they had managed until now was suddenly broken.

The Demon Descendant felt his body lift off the ground, light as air.

Then pain shot through him.

That bloody maw had clamped down on his shoulder, hot blood spurting out, dyeing half his body crimson.

Then Su Heng pressed down on the outside of his shoulder. His teeth clenched and unyielding, the muscles on his neck tightened, and he violently shook his head.

Spurt!

Under the bright moonlight, a spray of blood flew through the air.

The Demon Descendant didn’t even have the chance to scream before his body was violently ripped in half.

Witnessing this brutal scene, the remaining demons shuddered.

Among them the captain, with the quickest reaction, sensing dread. This creature’s physical body was too powerful, and fighting it hand-to-hand was like a rabbit challenging a bear—with absolutely no chance.

He could only seize the moment to widen the distance, then look for an opportunity.

Swish!

With a flick of his wrist, the whip loosened.

The captain tapped the ground with his toes, his body turning into a fading shadow, attempting to flee outward.

But after getting back to his true form, Su Heng was enhanced in every aspect. He immediately saw through the captain’s intentions and reached out a grabbing hand. His fingers closed together, firm against the whip in his grasp. The captain, full of panic, reacted a beat too slowly to release the whip, his momentum abruptly halted, pinned in place.

Just in that moment, life and death were divided.

By the time he sensed something wrong and looked up, he saw a huge foot coming down with a huge shadow, crashing down hard.

Bang!

The captain’s form disappeared in an instant.

A pit appeared in his place, blood spurting forth.

The strongest among them, the captain, was squashed into a meat patty, lying on Su Heng’s body. The Demon Descendant assassin left on Su Heng was utterly terrified. His arm slackened, ready to leave. But as his second heart beat, spikes on his spine shot out a streak of blue-purple lightning.

The assassin’s body was instantly scorched black, a blinding white light flickering, faintly revealing his skeleton inside.

He spat out a ring of smoke, eyes rolling back as he fell downwards.

Once he slightly regained consciousness.

He saw a huge dark hand reaching out, grabbing onto his body.

Crack!

With ferocious force like wringing a towel.

The assassin was directly split in half, globs of blood and flesh squeezing out through the fingers.

Among them, only the distant archer remained. A kilometer distance, for cultivators like them, was merely a step away. She didn’t choose to flee but instead stood under the bright moon, bow drawn and arrow set, a series of arrows with flaming tails striking Su Heng’s body, exploding one after another.

Su Heng did not dodge or avoid, but just steadily advanced step by step.

Ice bursting, flames, thunderbolts... an array of lights flashing and intertwining, with fog billowing around, yet Su Heng’s speed remained undiminished.

A huge shadow and blood-red eyes, like death gradually closing in.

Whoosh!

By the time Su Heng reached the archer.

She extended her hand to wipe, and the last arrow in the quiver was just being shot out.

Her expression unchanged, she lunged forward in a bow stance, her arms forcefully transforming the longbow into a curved blade, heavily striking down towards Su Heng’s chest.

Boom!

A gigantic hand descended from the sky.

The longbow, archer, along with the mountain beneath them, all blasted into pieces.

Amidst the billowing dust, only Su Heng’s towering black silhouette stepped forward, with a pitch-black plume of smoke soaring into the sky behind him.

At this point, Su Heng was able to use some of his strength, indicating that the elder had reached a state of exhaustion. Su Heng’s shoulder flickered, transforming his towering body into a pitch-black rainbow light, appearing right in front of the elder.

By then, the elder had completely become a bag of bones.

His deeply sunken eyes were bloodshot.

All the flesh and fat on his body seemed to have been sucked dry, creating a deeply unsettling appearance.

He struggled to hold his scepter, giving it a thrust downward, about to channel the sealed force into the ground.

Su Heng reacted swiftly, catching it in his grasp.

Bang!

The force was directly detonated.

The scale armor on Su Heng’s hand was blown away, flesh evaporated, revealing metallic-looking bones directly exposed to the air.

"It’s somewhat similar to the power of that ark battleship," Su Heng looked down, meticulously feeling the tingling pain emanating from his wound.

Hiss!

His palm emitted a great amount of smoke.

The newly grown nerves and blood vessels visibly intertwined and covered up, quickly fully recuperating.

As for the elder in front of him, he had already been torn to pieces in the explosion.

...

Auris was not in this squadron.

After dealing with the elder, Su Heng did not stay but teleported to a distant Demon Descendant camp.

The battle in this valley was also nearing an end, the remaining Demon Descendants were surrounded by layers of human cultivators, now merely fighting a desperate battle. Just stepping into it, Su Heng keenly sensed that there seemed to be some formation power hidden among the surrounding mountains.

Su Heng guessed that these formations were probably similar to the one used by the elder just now, only much stronger in both power and range.

If one were to venture into it alone.

Add on the continuous bombardments by the Moonshade battleship, it might indeed be quite awkward.

However, there were also experts within Immortal Mountain, and these formations were damaged. Some crucial points had steel nails as thick as large trees inserted into them, forcibly disrupting them.

Su Heng looked down from a high position, overlooking the entire battlefield, and quickly spotted Solban’s figure in the crowd.

This guy was quite cunning. Relying on his fast movement technique and agile reactions, he moved through the battlefield like a fish swimming through water, taking advantage of the chaos to launch surprise attacks and seize heads.

He had reaped a considerable bounty, with seven or eight Demon Descendant heads hanging from his belt.

But the battlefield was in total chaos.

Not only were the Demon Descendants chasing him, but a group of human Martial Artists were also cursively shouting, relentlessly pursuing him from behind.

Opponents, who should have been sworn enemies, were actually able to cooperate briefly.

It was indeed a strange sight.

Su Heng also saw Zhao Jue, an elder from Dao Kan Mountain, engaged in combat with a Demon Descendant Samurai who was as fat as a mountain of flesh.

Zhao Jue, holding a broadsword in his hand and dressed in a white robe with a flowing beard, exhibited an air of an experienced veteran.

The Demon Descendant Samurai wielded a Wolf Fang Club and was covered in wounds. His back skin was ripped open with dozens of arrows and darts like weapons sticking out.

He was already in a desperate situation, using a solely aggressive style of fighting, desperately trying to drag Zhao Jue down with him before dying.

Bang!

Su Heng had some questions to ask, and decided to make his move at that moment.

He threw a punch that directly penetrated the chest of the obese Demon Descendant. From back to front, including the heart, spine, and half a lung, all were shattered into dust, turning into a fine powder. Thick fresh blood flowed down from the wound.

Zhao Jue also blocked the Wolf Fang Club held by the Demon Descendant and drew a flintlock firearm from his embrace.

Guns existed in this world, some even capable of shooting continuously.

But like the pistol-style one that Zhao Jue held, Su Heng had never seen it before. It was loaded with some unknown bullets, possessing remarkable power.

With a "bang", half of the Demon Descendant’s head was blown away.

"It seems that the young friend’s operation is going smoothly," Zhao Jue let out a breath on the barrel of the gun and tucked it in his embrace.

Currently smiling, he took the initiative to greet him. Before the action, the two had communicated, and he knew the rough plan of Su Heng’s operation.

"Hmm," Su Heng nodded, then asked, "Have you seen any trace of Auris here?"

"No," Zhao Jue shook his head slightly, his expression becoming more serious, "However, the Immortal Mountain Elders found some undestroyed documents in the camp. It is mentioned that Auris seems to be the vessel of a powerful being who perished in the Dragon Slaying War."

"Now that Auris has disappeared, the Demon Descendants’ plan might have already succeeded," Zhao Jue cautioned, "You must be careful in your next actions." Discover more stories at

Even a true dragon, severely injured and greatly weakened, remains among the most supreme mythical creatures.

For Martial Artists who are weaker in cultivation, standing before such a creature is daunting. The weight represented by the term ’Dragon Slayer’ is beyond words.

"I understand," Su Heng nodded.

He was about to speak, but suddenly felt a fierce heat emanating from his chest.

Su Heng stretched his hand into his robe and pulled out the blood-colored Dragon Key, which was emitting bright light, with a beam as straight as a thin thread, extending towards the depths of the night sky.

There, a blood-red beam of light soared into the sky with a black true dragon phantom spiraling upward. The sky first gathered wind and clouds into a vortex. Then, a vast dragon’s roar, carrying with it a sandstorm and mixed with heart-shaking intense Dragon Power, swept across all directions, rolling violently towards them.

Su Heng took a deep breath, feeling the ancient power contained in the dragon’s roar.

He could clearly feel that all three hearts in his chest were beating fiercely, his blood surging, sending a wave of excitement flushing through his body.

No need to say more.

This was a sign that the Dragon Tomb was fully opening.

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