One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

"Hehe, of course," having successfully fused with the heart of the Golden Crow, he also obtained an extra Golden Crow egg.

Su Heng was in a splendid mood as he bent his arm holding the Golden Crow egg upward. His biceps, developed to the extreme, contracted as veins bulged out like taut steel cables. The muscles visibly separated, exuding a fierce and terrifying sense of power.

Qin Shunying looked up, a mysterious glow flashing across her pale cheeks.

Boom!

During their brief conversation,

The collapse of the secret realm worsened, with thunder and lightning filling the sky.

At the same time, large fragments of space began to fall off, the boundary stretched, and the chaotic energy from within the Heavenly Deceit Realm surged through the cracks like a breach in a dam, demolishing towns. The luxurious platinum buildings were all destroyed and submerged, leaving ruins in the blink of an eye.

"We need to leave here quickly," Qin Shunying said sharply, hurrying, "I’ll lead the way."

"Okay!"

Su Heng nodded as Qin Shunying took a step.

She employed a type of Escape Technique, rapidly heading towards an intact building.

But as she flew, the sky suddenly darkened. Qin Shunying felt a chill and looked up to see dragon wings spread wide. A huge dragon claw reached down from the sky, holding Qin Shunying in its grasp like a toy. Realizing who it was, Qin Shunying’s cheeks reddened slightly, and she ceased struggling.

Amidst the howling wind, Su Heng’s low voice, thunderous as it was, roared, "Too slow."

"You lead the way, I’ll take you for a ride," he said.

"Continue forward, past the building ahead, and turn left once you reach a square with a fountain," Qin Shunying hurriedly instructed.

"Okay!" Su Heng nodded.

Though he had not reached the level of Heavenly Deceit, he was only slightly weaker in perception and reaction speed.

As for sheer speed burst, ever since Su Heng perfected the Domineering Dragon Secret Method in the ’Above the Clouds’ secret realm and spread his dragon wings, he had always been among the best in this regard. Even compared to the likes of the Demon Country’s Ruler, who specialized in speed, Su Heng was only slightly inferior, rather than overwhelmingly outclassed.

His robust body exuded an extremely domineering aura.

With a flapping of his wings, Su Heng’s speed surged. Wind rushed at him as the surrounding buildings turned into streaks of pale gray. The destructive storm caused by the secret realm’s collapse was left far behind as he raced towards the safety outside.

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Outside the Golden Crow Secret Store, in the desert,

Bang!

A loud sound echoed.

An odd beast resembling a unicorn rhino had its head cracked open, blood gushing out, and its massive body staggered and fell. When it hit the ground, there was a loud noise, causing the nearby cacti to tremble violently.

Smack!

A chameleon the size of a palm fell from a cactus.

Shaking its tail, it quickly moved away.

But after just a few steps,

A giant foot accompanied by a shadow stomped down from nowhere.

"Damn, such bad luck! How come after such a long search, not a single demon from the Demon Country is in sight?"

The owner of the foot was a well-built middle-aged man with a buzz cut and a scar across his face. His physique was sturdy, representing a blend of strength and speed, with smooth lines.

He wore a white combat suit, a dried yellow grass leaf dangling from his mouth, his eyes emitting a faint fierce light.

At first glance, he exuded a kind of ruffian charm.

"Logically, this place should be the one," a gentle voice like flowing water came, its soothing quality oddly comforting in the blazing sun.

It was a petite woman, delicate features, fair skin, in a bright red robe with long, flowing sleeves stepping out from the shadow of a large cactus. She frowned, her face filled with irritation, comparing the scenery around her to the abstract lines on the map in her hand.

"Why can’t we see anyone here? Are we too late?" This woman was Qin Shunying’s master, Ling Weizi.

The ruffian-like man accompanying Ling Weizi

Was Wu Cuicheng, a top combatant from the Fiery Sun Sect, known for his fierce reputation.

"Even if we are late, there should be forces from the Demon Country guarding this place. It shouldn’t be like this," Wu Cuicheng spat out the grass leaf from his mouth, fiercely scratching his head, likewise showing an urgent and angry demeanor.

"That girl Qin Shunying, this matter is so crucial... she could have at least informed the elders in the sect."

Wu Cuicheng paced back and forth, unable to hold back, "The Demon Country may not be weak, but is our Fiery Sun Sect really just a pushover? Afraid of this today, worried about that tomorrow. I’d actually like to see for myself the so-called brilliant tricks of the Demon Country’s Ruler."

"Let’s not talk about this now," urged Ling Weizi, "The priority is to find the person first."

Seeing that the map wasn’t helping,

Ling Weizi casually crumpled it into a ball and threw it away.

She muttered under her breath, then turned her fingers into a sword gesture and gently touched her eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, her pupils shimmered with a beautiful crimson, and her vision was filled with patches of various colored mists. These mists represented the remnants of vigor and demonic aura.

Among all the mists, the two blackest ones were the most intense.

The former was deep black, like ink, emanating a chilling cold aura, representing the King of the Golden Peng. The latter was lighter in color but hotter, even subtly giving Ling Weizi a sense of even greater ferocious danger.

What was even stranger was that this force inexplicably felt familiar.

"Could there be a third party involved here?" Ling Weizi wondered, "Never mind that, it seems we have chosen a good spot. Next, we need to figure out how to break the formation and enter into the secret realm. I hope we’re still in time."

Ling Weizi was about to make another move.

But just then—

Boom!

A loud noise came from afar.

Ling Weizi instinctively looked up, her Spiritual Eyes still not closed.

She then saw a highly exaggerated scene: at the end of the desert, the gray-black force surged like a deep sea, thrusting into the sky. The skies darkened in an instant, as the intense power expanded outward, compressing the air, generating fierce winds and darkness, stirring up gravel, and further dispersing into a sandstorm.

The ground buzzed and trembled, and the heavens seemed to shake and tilt.

"What’s going on?" Wu Cuicheng opened his mouth, his face showing a shocked expression.

"Such a force, the King of the Golden Peng!?" Wu Cuicheng thought, but soon realized something was off, "If the King of the Golden Peng truly had this kind of power, the first to instigate turmoil would not be Skull Plain but his Demon Country!"

"But such a terrifying presence... who could it be!?"

Even though they were tens of kilometers apart, looking from afar, Wu Cuicheng felt a suffocating oppression.

The last time he felt the same, invincible, and irresistible feeling was at a martial contest. He saw from afar when an Emperor of the Empire personally appeared, his aura deep like the abyss, affecting everything far and wide. With a single thought, he could cause mountains to collapse and rivers to dry up.

And now...

The oppressive feeling brought by the storm was almost comparable to that of the Emperor.

Who in the world was this person?

When did such a monster appear in the always barren region of Jiang E?

The next moment, the answer was unveiled.

Accompanied by the slow expansion of pitch-black dragon wings casting a shadow, a towering figure like a demonic god laughed long, soaring out from the dark sandstorm that blotted out the sun. Wherever he went, the storm spread, turning the world upside down everywhere he passed.

Huge dragon wings swept across the sky, and a rolling sandstorm came head-on like a black tide, crashing down on Wu Cuicheng and Ling Weizi together. Caught off-guard, Wu Cuicheng got his mouth full of gravel and coughed violently.

He turned to look at Ling Weizi beside him.

Ling Weizi’s face was also covered in dust, but her large eyes still shone brightly.

With an equally puzzled and bewildered expression on her face, she seemed, like Wu Cuicheng, to be clueless about the origin of this person.

Wu Cuicheng decided the other person was just passing by and temporarily set the matter aside. A sudden fiery excitement surged through his heart, planning to search the archives thoroughly upon his return to investigate who it may be. But just then, an inexplicable throbbing was transmitted.

Wu Cuicheng looked up, and his heart convulsed violently.

He then saw a figure with wings like a demon, apparently noticing the two of them.

It was actually circling a large loop in the sky, its massive body compressing the air, breaking the sound barrier, and leaving a faint grey contrail. It sliced through the sky, turned back, and before they could react, plummeted straight toward the ground, generating a red-hot glow, before exploding with a boom.

The ground bloomed like reeds, with numerous twirls of black smoke and gravel spattering upwards.

The wind from the collision and explosion roared, forcing Wu Cuicheng and Ling Weizi constantly back, each leaving long, deep scratches on the ground.

The dust settled, and the gravel fell down.

The dark dragon wings folded back, and the giant slowly stood up.

His body, colossal as if forged from steel, had gaps in his Scale Armor flickering with golden-red flames. His eyes danced with terrifying red light, and his broad shoulders seemed as if they could support the heavens. Wu Cuicheng was first shocked, inhaling a gust of hot air, then his gaze followed the giant’s arm downwards.

Strong upper arms, joint spikes, iron-covered forearms, deformed dragon claws—

And in those dragon claws, a girl with long hair hanging down, covering her face.

"You!" Wu Cuicheng felt a rush of anger explode in his mind. Almost unable to think, his eyes bloodshot and red, his body expanded, and he threw a punch towards Su Heng’s chest.

Su Heng was just about to greet Ling Weizi when he saw this guy rushing up to him in a hurry.

Astonished, Su Heng then realized the problem.

Su Heng yawned, flicked his tail like a black python, and slapped it on Wu Cuicheng’s body. The latter was shot backward like a cannonball, crashing heavily onto a distant dune.

"To dare engage with me after seeing my undefeated strength, not bad, not bad, I admire your courage," Su Heng shook his head and stretched an exaggerated smile. The force he just used was meant to repel, not to cause substantial harm.

This monster’s crimson, fiery eyes slightly moved, scanning the surroundings, then landed on Ling Weizi.

Ling Weizi’s petite body stiffened, dense cold sweat broke out on her forehead. Her true form was that of a rare phoenix-type demon, but refined by a sage, she lacked the common demon’s malevolence, instead being extraordinarily gentle.

But since Su Heng’s arrival,

Countless Demon Lords had fallen to his hand, not to mention top beings like the King of Golden Crow Country.

Through killings, devouring, and plundering, aggrieved souls lingered, eventually condensing a tangible, reverse demonic aura on Su Heng.

Being targeted by him made Ling Weizi feel as if she was being firmly pressed and toyed with by her own predator, and just when she was panicking and at a loss—

"We meet again, Senior Ling Weizi." A familiar voice came.

The intense oppressive feeling dissipated like melting snow, Ling Weizi’s eyes widened, and she covered her mouth, incredulously saying, "You, you, you… You are Su Heng!?"