One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

However, things did not develop in that way.

In front of Babek, the monster gazed at the orb in his palm. He took a deep breath, his face showing an indescribable greed and brutality. Then, under Babek’s incredulous gaze, a huge maw opened, swallowing the engine whole like a snake.

The glaring light pierced through Su Heng’s teeth, and then was obscured by his massive jaw.

Following the muscle contractions, it moved downward.

As it passed through his throat, a blood-red light briefly flickered within the scales.

The core of the warship’s engine was detonated within Su Heng’s body, yet the power was absorbed by his blood-flesh furnace, significantly reinforced multiple times. The remaining energy, still ferociously hot, was no longer capable of harming Su Heng.

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From Babek’s point of view,

Immediately afterward, the monster’s face displayed a satisfied expression, as if he had just enjoyed a fine meal prepared by a top chef.

"Absurd!" Babek could only feel his mind in disarray, as if the recent happenings were a nightmare. The remaining few Demon Descendant warriors, who could withstand Su Heng’s Dragon Power and continue fighting, were the elite of the elite.

But now they were all plainly bewildered.

The engine core not only failed to harm the monster in the slightest but was instead directly swallowed by him.

It seemed he even gained something from it.

Such a massive gap made their prior actions seem like a joke.

Clang!

A weapon fell from a warrior’s hand onto the ground.

His will to fight completely lost, he first took a step back, then turned and ran wildly.

He hadn’t run far when his body suddenly exploded with a bang, but the one who acted wasn’t Su Heng, but rather Babek, whose face was filled with a murderous aura.

"Keep fighting!" Babek glared fiercely at his comrades, and then, taking the lead, grasped his long staff. His muscles swelled as his power coursed through his entire body, and he lunged forward, swinging the staff high, creating a gust of wind as he aimed a smash at Su Heng’s head.

"To regard death as homecoming, though foolish, you indeed are a courageous man," Su Heng said, his face showing a trace of admiration.

He added, "Since that is the case, let me show you my true power."

With that, Su Heng’s expression suddenly turned solemn.

Dragons are the pinnacle of all evolutionary life, merging dragon corpses with his already exceptional natural gifts.

At this moment, calling Su Heng a human-shaped true dragon was no exaggeration. When he exerted himself, every part of his body could mobilize power, not only the physical strength of his muscles and bones but also his vigor and spiritual power. Thus, from a spectator’s perspective on the battlefield,

Roar!

A sudden dragon chant shocked the heavens.

In the densely clouded skies, amidst the waterfall-like thunder,

Su Heng’s spirit, energy, and essence converged, turning into a thousand-meter long pitch-black dragon. As if a long-dead ink dragon had been reborn, its overwhelming Dragon Power struck. Opening its mouth wide, it ferociously bit down, "Stormbreaker" snapped in half, triggering a violent explosion, tearing it in two, and causing it to plummet downwards.

In front of Su Heng, facing this strike, Babek was instantly reduced to ashes.

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Boom, boom, boom!

The intense sound of explosions continued to thunder through the sky.

By now, Su Heng had returned to the Dragon Tomb Secret Realm, the massive iron debris fell like burning meteors into the surrounding magma lakes, stirring up heated waves. Su Heng expanded his blood-flesh furnace outward, retracting the remaining dragon corpses.

"Blood-flesh furnace" had an immense capacity, thinking it over, Su Heng also collected some of the armor pieces from "Stormbreaker."

These dead iron metals had significant research value.

And since these metals were scarce in the Zhou Dynasty and had unique properties, they were also very expensive.

He could use them in dealings with some major powers outside, in exchange for cultivation techniques, resources, etc., needed for his cultivation.

After he finished sorting these things,

The entire Dragon Tomb Secret Realm suddenly felt much emptier, and the ground underneath kept shaking, clearly on the verge of breaking apart.

"Awoo!" Accompanied by a howl.

Qiong Qi, covered in dust, emerged from a cavern, sticking out its tongue to lick Su Heng’s foot.

"I almost forgot about this guy," Su Heng thought. Although Qiong Qi’s combat capabilities were mediocre, as one of the legendary four evil creatures, its crisis perception was remarkably acute. Previously, Su Heng hadn’t noticed the Demon Descendant’s beacon planted inside the Dragon Tomb Secret Realm, it was Qiong Qi who reminded him.

This little creature was very useful, uniquely talented, and worth cultivating properly.

Su Heng grabbed Qiong Qi by the back of its neck, lifting it into the air.

He turned his head for a moment, watching as a dark green figure flashed by, disappearing into the darkness.

A contemplative expression appeared on Su Heng’s face. If nothing unexpected occurred, that figure was the thing King Qingyang had mentioned—a creature transformed by the corruption of Eternal Heaven after the death of King Dingxuan. But it was very cautious, always waiting for the opportunity, never acting rashly.

In the end, when Su Heng merged with the dragon remains, he discovered he was no match, and quite decisively, it simply fled.

Su Heng did not pursue.

On one hand, King Dingxuan was already dead, and what was left was merely a demon occupying another’s nest.

On the other hand, he knew too little about Eternal Heaven. Even though Su Heng’s abilities had advanced, he dared not delve too deeply, fearing he would get lost in it.

Besides, there were more pressing matters to attend to.

Whoosh!

Looking at the tear in front of him.

Without further hesitation, Su Heng’s body flashed and he disappeared inside the Dragon Tomb Secret Realm.

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On a battlefield deep in the Dragon Abyss.

In an ancient city, many strong beings, Demon Descendants and humans alike, were slaughtering each other, blood drenching the sky, the scene utterly tragic.

"Stop him!" Zhao Jue shouted, a bad premonition crossing his mind.

Not daring to think any further, he dashed forward, his long sword enveloped in a cascading cold light, thrust towards the face of Great General Simmons.

Bang!

Simmons neither dodged nor evaded, extending his hand forward to grasp.

The sharp blade was directly held in his hand, the sword tip trembling violently, blood quickly spurting out.

Simmons was bleeding.

Yet, he did not cower; instead, he clenched his teeth fiercely.

His arm muscles bulged, veins taut, a more fierce power erupting. Applied at a competing frequency on the blade, the two forces combined, and the divine iron-forged weapon could not withstand it, its surface cracked and then exploded directly in Simmons’s hand.

A murderous look flashed across Simmons’s face as he surged forward.

His palm’s wound rapidly healed. Clenching his fist, he ferociously smashed down towards Zhao Jue.

Zhao Jue stretched out his hand to block, but the disparity between their strengths was vast. He felt as if a mountain had struck him, his vision darkened, and then he was violently knocked down to the ground.

Snap! Simmons flicked his finger, a gust of wind bursting forth, as Zhao Jue rolled to dodge the lethal strike. However, his body was also swept up by the blast’s aftermath, landing in a disheveled state far away, crashing heavily against a steep mountain wall.

Several elders from the Immortal Mountains hurried over, taking Zhao Jue’s place.

But behind Simmons, there were also elite Demon Descendants stepping up—the two groups of combatants clashed, and blood flowed freely. Screams followed one after another, as more and more fell to the ground, quickly losing their lives on the battlefield.

Simmons, however, did not even glance back, just kept moving forward, passing through the ancient city gate, sweeping across the streets.

Finally, he stopped in front of a soaring tower.

This tower, over 300 meters tall and immensely magnificent, was forged from black stone. Its spire stood among spiraling dark clouds. Occasionally, a bolt of lightning from the heavens flicked past, and the metallic-textured tower body would reflect a cold light.

This black spire, or rather the item placed inside it, was the "Doomsday Horn."

The surrounding ley lines had already been repaired, power surging like rolling waves, continuously gathering from the surrounding mountains towards the dark tower in front. The only thing left was to channel this energy outwards, and the ritual to send the beacon would be complete.

The ultimate dream of the Enlightener Tribe, pursued for thousands of years, was now only one step away from fulfillment.

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