One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

But he was clearly already a cultivator of the Demon God Realm, so why would he...?

Alles didn’t have time to think about this question any longer.

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Because along with a dragon’s roar that seemed to cross the endless ages, a terrifyingly immense surge of blood energy burst forth, shaking the world.

It was as if Catastrophe Volcano had erupted, the monster before them was completely resurrected, its aura skyrocketing as dense, intertwining flesh covered it, healing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Rip!

Accompanied by the sound of tearing flesh and fibers.

Su Heng’s huge hand detached from the mostly refined dragon corpse, his fingers spreading open; the not yet fully healed palm was like a bloody canopy descending from the sky, snatching the motionless Alles in its grasp as if to squash a bug.

Splat!

Alles couldn’t even let out a scream before the lower half of his body exploded.

Su Heng’s gaping mouth spread wide as the flesh on his body swiftly grew, the energy he had accumulated in the furnace of flesh rapidly digesting.

A wave of intense hunger surged over him, and Su Heng relaxed his usual standards for food, opening his blood-drenched mouth, with its large fangs like halberds dripping with white mucus, and bit down directly towards Alles.

Demon Descendants of the same realm had no immortal trait, but in its place was a remarkably vigorous life force and a robust, sturdy body.

Alles, known by the moniker "Giant Arm," was among the best of them.

Yet at this moment, he detested his own vigorous, tenacious life force and wished that Su Heng had crushed him to death with one hand just a moment ago.

Now he watched helplessly as the gaping maw came nearer and nearer until it occupied his entire field of vision.

Alles struggled with all his might, screaming in terror and contorted with fear, but apart from giving Su Heng a slight thrill of excitement, it was futile. ℞Á𐌽ȏᛒƐŜ

Su Heng wrapped his tongue around him, taking the whole man into his mouth.

After feeling him struggle violently inside for a moment, he "chomped" down, swallowing him whole along with his armor and weapons.

After swallowing Alles,

Su Heng’s wounds were now mostly healed.

He first shook his neck, then swung his arms and thighs, tearing himself away from the dragon carcass’s flesh that he had been stuck to.

His body temperature rose, his thick tail swung behind him, and hot steam shot upward, emitting a dangerous hum like that of a war chariot’s engine.

Horns, scales, massive claws... Apart from the growth in his size, Su Heng’s appearance hadn’t changed too much from before, but his body seemed much more harmonized, looking refreshed and filled with a surprisingly violent aesthetic.

His towering figure was imposing, covered in a thick, iron-black armor that gave off a dull glow in the apocalyptic firelight.

The muscles on his stout and solid arms had a smooth, feather-like appearance. His shoulder blades protruded high and braced outward. A long dragon tail with extended joints constantly swung in mid-air, creating a series of deep, roaring gusts.

Su Heng’s face became even more fierce and ferocious. His iron-black chin looked as if made from molten metal, exuding magnificence and power. His face was crossed with streams of flame and dominated by an eternally sneering mouth. His eyes were getting excited, the pupils shifting from an abyssal black to a dark red that seemed to devour anyone they focused on.

And as he absorbed and refined the Dragon Blood, Su Heng’s hair also grew wildly, now messily spread over his shoulders.

Moving with the vigorous winds that rose from the burning ground in front of him, it continuously undulated.

The shifting shadows spread beneath Su Heng’s feet.

The remaining six members of the squad were all shrouded in shadows, and they had to look up, and then tilt their heads further back. Only by almost aligning their chins with their necks could they barely make out Su Heng’s fierce and majestic face.

From their viewpoint,

Su Heng, standing amidst the infernal glow, appeared no different from the demonic gods of legend.

Irresistible, inescapable, and with no chance of struggle. All that was left was to kneel and submit, to be at his mercy, and those who resisted would surely have no burial ground.

Su Heng’s gaze swept over the people, then he looked up at the giant warship "Stormbringer" in the sky. His thoughts were a tangle as he realized what had just happened. With a cold snort, rage churned within him.

Solban and the Demon Descendants had some conflicts.

But Su Heng had no deep grudge with these people. He was just quite interested in the bloodline talents of the Demon Descendants and thought of grabbing a few along the way to use as test subjects.

He was just a child barely over twenty meters tall; what ill intentions could he have?

Yet, for such a trivial matter, these wretches dared disturb his cultivation time and again, as annoying as pesky flies.

Su Heng, who always tried to be kind to others, non-confrontational, and tolerant whenever possible,

Could see the Demon Descendants were overstepping their bounds. Even a clay figure has a point of anger, and he was, after all, a warrior and cultivator who had achieved a certain level of success.

"Since that’s the case, then I’ll have no choice but to—kill you all!"

Bang!

Su Heng’s fingers spread open, and then violently clenched.

His punch seemed to grip the void itself, yet the Demon Descendants around him felt as if it fiercely clasped their own hearts.

Accompanied by violent convulsions, a stabbing pain followed.

Before they realized what happened, their hearts violently exploded, their bodies torn asunder, with blood spurting out.

Remnants of their bodies, like a crimson rain of blood, fell into the lava lake below, creating ripples and waves before sinking and vanishing without a trace.

Whoosh!

Immediately after, Su Heng suddenly looked upward.

He took a deep breath, his second heart beating, every highly dragonized organ and tissue in his body acting in unison, fully mobilized.

Strength burst forth, surging through his body. The ground below his feet exploded with noise as his majestic body, over twenty meters tall, shot up like a rocket, wrapped in the scarlet arc light produced by fierce friction, charging towards the warship looming in the stormy sky above.

"Quick! Quick! Quick! Ascend faster, accelerate and leave!"

"That monster is coming for us!"

"It’s survived two direct hits from the main cannon and recovered; what the hell is this thing?"

A flurry of intense, noisy discussions erupted from the warship "Storm" command center, where warning lights blinked rapidly amidst shrill, piercing beeps. The tension was so thick it was as if smoke would start billowing, with warning runes flickering and densely packed, nearly filling every inch of space overhead.

In the shadow cast by red light, Babek pressed his hands firmly on the table, his face as still as water.

"Channel all the energy on the warship into the core power source, and supercharge it," coughed Babek, lifting his chest and head. The room went silent in an instant as all eyes focused on him.

Facing the panicked faces around him, Babek calmly stated, "Self-destruct the core; it’s the only way we can turn the tables."

"Since the Enlightener Tribe left their homeland 4,500 years ago, countless ancestors and sages have fought selflessly for the survival and continuation of our tribe, leading to our present. And now, the time of our final reckoning has come—it’s time for us to make our sacrifice!"

Bang!

He reached out, clenching his fist tightly, and hammered it against his heart.

"For the tribe!" Babek roared, eyes bloodshot, teeth gritted, like an enraged lion, his voice reverberating along the corridors.

The command center fell quiet for a moment; some people’s lips quivered slightly, their limbs cold, clearly unprepared to sacrifice themselves there. But others were stirred by Babek’s words, feeling a surge of hot blood and becoming red-faced as they shouted in unison, "For the tribe!"

The emotions of these people spread outwards, their eagerness infecting and motivating more and more people.

Now shouting together, repeating the refrain.

The rolling war cries, like a tidal wave, quickly engulfed the entire warship.

...

Boom!

In the midst of howling winds.

Su Heng burst through the air, his form flashing wildly, before appearing on the surface of the "Storm."

Its armor’s outer shell was dark black with a unique texture. Su Heng simply lowered his head for a glance and deduced that the armors were forged from a special metal called "Dead Iron."

Su Heng was quite curious about how these gigantic warships operated and managed to overcome gravity to fly in the sky.

But besides blocking the Martial Artist’s force, the Dead Iron also affected perception. Without knowing the operating principle, Su Heng could only resort to brute force to dismantle it and bring it to a halt, to avoid it escaping into the depths of the eternal sky, which would make a return far more difficult.

He was about to take action.

But suddenly, a vibration came from the deck below, and the armor plates opened up.

Then, several figures emerged from inside and swiftly appeared in front of Su Heng, surrounding him. Su Heng glanced at them with interest before his gaze settled on a bald man with a brutal visage and a mouth full of iron teeth.

With just one look, the unique aura emanating from his body led Su Heng to identify him as a leading figure among the Demon Descendants.

"What’s your name?" Su Heng asked.

"Babek."

"Do you think you can stand against me?" Su Heng asked incredulously. "To be honest, I have no great feud with you, so why do you keep appearing before me, hindering my cultivation?"

"No, you’re mistaken," Babek replied with a cold laugh. "As long as you are human, the hatred between us is irreconcilable."

After saying that, his expression turned solemn.

He took the long staff strapped to his back, leaned forward slightly, and aimed the staff’s head at Su Heng’s chest, right at the heart.

Babek was then slightly surprised, for he heard three distinctly different heartbeats emanating from Su Heng’s chest. He quickly realized what that meant, his pupils contracted, and he couldn’t help but curse inwardly again, "An utter monster, through and through."

"You’re planning to use this warship to self-destruct and take me out?" Su Heng, looking into Babek’s eyes, suddenly asked.

Babek’s brow twitched violently.

Despite his quick reaction, that slight detail didn’t escape Su Heng’s notice.

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