One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

The blinding thunderlight, like a pillar of light, made the entire valley visibly dim. At this moment, with an astonishing momentum, it ionized the air, stirred up the dust, and shot straight towards Su Heng’s face.

"Come on!"

Su Heng neither dodged nor avoided it, not even blinking his eyes.

He took a deep breath, his muscles bulging and swelling as he swung a straight punch forward with immense force.

Boom!

The terrifying punch was unstoppable.

It was so powerful that it even shattered the brilliant lightning.

The beast was startled to find its own ultimate move blocked head-on, rendered completely ineffective. Its fur bristled in shock.

Although it wasn’t highly intelligent, its combat instincts were formidable. Sensing an immense crisis rapidly closing in, it hunkered down, eyes wide, cautiously surveying its surroundings.

Layers of air currents under its feet emanated outward, stirring up the dead branches and leaves on the ground—

Whoosh!

Su Heng pushed off forcefully, bursting forth with great speed.

His towering figure zigzagged forward, trailing blurred black lines as he rapidly closed in on the beast.

Logically speaking, demons should possess far superior qualities in all aspects compared to human Martial Artists of the same realm, especially one with Dragon Marrow in its lineage like this beast. However, even when it heightened its perception to the extreme, observing in all directions, it still couldn’t keep up with the sheer speed Su Heng could unleash at will.

It only glimpsed a shadow in the empty battlefield, vanishing in a flash.

By the time the gale it stirred up reached its side, the beast sensed something was amiss. It turned around abruptly to find Su Heng already high above, looming behind it.

An enormous fist, the size of a stone stool and brimming with astonishing power, came crashing down without warning!

Thud!

Logically speaking,

The skull is one of the hardest parts of the body for most people or animals.

But the beast’s head, under Su Heng’s iron fist, was as fragile as tofu, utterly defenseless.

It was like a rotten watermelon, smashing heavily onto the ground.

Exploding on impact, brain matter mixed with splatters of blood.

The beast’s massive body was flung over a hundred meters away, blood trailing behind, its wet fur smeared with dust.

Its huge body thudded to the ground, limbs twitching violently from nerve reflexes.

On the barren land, Su Heng’s towering figure approached step by step.

Stained with the blood of the monster, his eyes glowed faintly red as he searched the beast for the Dragon Key.

The Dragon Key, in fact, was some kind of vestige from a true dragon.

Su Heng, possessing Dragon Marrow, was particularly sensitive to such essences. Furthermore, his Innate Five Senses had become increasingly acute after practicing the Rulai’s Hidden Scriptures.

By the time Su Heng reached the beast’s corpse, he had almost located the exact position of the Dragon Key.

Schlick!

He pinpointed the location and spread his five fingers.

His aberrantly sharp dragon claws, like blades, fiercely pierced into the beast’s body.

Its still-beating warm heart was now grasped in Su Heng’s hand, and he mercilessly squeezed it.

Crack!

The heart, like a bag filled with water, burst open.

The beast’s body withered at a visible rate, plumes of black smoke seeping out from the fur. The once formidable beast now seemed to age hundreds of years in an instant, soon leaving only a desiccated skeleton and some scattered remains.

All of its essence, life force, at this moment, merged into the Dragon Key in Su Heng’s hand.

It looked like a small piece of a broken dragon horn, about the size of an adult’s palm.

It felt warm and smooth to the touch, like jade.

Because he absorbed a large amount of Yaoguai essence and blood,

His whole body exhibited a subtle blood color, emitting a faintly discernible fragrance.

"Great success!" The Dragon Key was pocketed by Su Heng, marking the smooth completion of the first step of the plan.

Next was to find the fallen dragon’s breath to charge and activate the Dragon Key, and then quietly wait for the moment when the Dragon Tomb’s secret trove would open.

He casually placed the Dragon Key into the flesh furnace and carefully stored it away. Continue your adventure at

His goal for this trip was accomplished.

Su Heng’s expression was calm, yet he did not leave.

He felt the premonition of danger provided by his Seventh Sense as he stood casually on the spot, lifting his head to gaze into the distance, as if waiting for a guest to arrive.

...

Su Heng’s expression was calm.

But inside Zhao Zhuang’s heart, it felt as if a tumultuous wave had been set off.

"Damn it, what kind of monster is this guy!"

"Is the Yaoguai the demon, or is this person the demon?"

"I can’t tell, I really can’t tell!"

The Yaoguai, which they had sent scurrying with their tails between their legs, couldn’t even withstand a single punch in front of Su Heng—it was a one-sided crushing defeat.

Thinking back to how not long ago, he and his martial brother had unabashedly planned to play the opportunist here and launch a sneak attack... Zhao Zhuang wanted to slap himself hard in regret.

Alright!

Now he had also given up the thought of reaping any benefits from this situation.

Zhao Zhuang only wanted to leave this place far behind, to get as far away from this monster as possible.

"Go, let’s get out of here quickly!" Zhao Zhuang, currently hidden in the bushes on a distant hilltop, had a blade of grass in his mouth.

He slapped his junior brother on the head, urging him on.

Luo Xuan had a clean-cut appearance, but his weapon was wild—a large nine-ringed saber he now held horizontally in his hand.

"We’re leaving just like that, no sneak attack?" Luo Xuan lifted his head, a clear foolishness on his face.

"Still thinking about sneak attacking? If we go up there, we wouldn’t even be enough to pick his teeth with," Zhao Zhuang spoke with a tone of frustration and continued pushing his martial brother away without pause.

"Oh..." Luo Xuan nodded, looking a bit disappointed.

But he listened to his senior brother, and now he stood up, bending over to pat the dirt off his trouser legs, with the nine-ringed saber slung across his back, leading the way.

"I’ll take the lead, senior brother, follow me!" Luo Xuan walked a couple of steps, then suddenly looked up.

"Huh? What’s that..."

He pointed straight ahead with one hand while turning to look back at Zhao Zhuang.

Zhao Zhuang’s face was full of impatience, "Just get moving, what are you waiting for here!"

But at that moment, he too had a bad premonition and looked up. Across the vast sky, a black line streaked straight across, flying rapidly towards their direction, getting faster and faster, expanding until it was a towering, pitch-black figure.

Boom!

The giant, wielding a long halberd, descended from the heavens.

The entire cliffside trembled violently, collapsing and breaking apart, unable to support the horrendous and exaggerated force.

Zhao Zhuang’s eyes widened in an instant, feeling as if he had been struck by lightning, trembling all over.

As it happened, his junior brother was standing right where the giant landed.

If time were slowed down a thousandfold, he could see clearly as Luo Xuan’s head first compressed and deformed under the tremendous force, squishing downward into the chest, distorting the facial features outward. And then, his entire body, like a rotten tomato, exploded with a blast, splattering blood everywhere.

With a squelch, the hand that had been pointing flung outward with half an arm attached, hitting Zhao Zhuang in the face.

His instinctive grasp caught his junior brother’s fragmented remains in his hands...