One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Baihua County, Hong Family's earthen fortress.

Under the bright moonlight, a large group of people and horses were engaged in battle.

The clanging of swords, the sound of close combat, and the mournful cries for help from those on the brink of death created a chaotic symphony.

The originally peaceful and tranquil residence with its bamboo groves was now covered with crimson bloodstains, corpses strewn everywhere, a sight of utter devastation.

"Kill!"

In the midst of the crowd, Li Daoxuan's eyes flashed with a faint cold light.

He leaped forward, reaching out with his palm, and delivered a powerful blow to the top of an elder's head from a world clan.

The elder's head exploded on impact, a fountain of blood spurting from his severed torso.

Even those strong in the realm of demonic spawn were powerless.

After eliminating one, Li Daoxuan continued his motions without pause, flipping through the air towards another elder.

That elder, having witnessed the previous scene, panicked.

Dropping his long saber, he turned and ran.

But in doing so, he exposed a vital spot on his back to Li Daoxuan, who leaped and caught up from behind.

Just as his fist was about to come crashing down, the swirling gust already rippling his clothes—

However, at the moment of impact—

Bang!

Li Daoxuan suddenly changed direction.

Twisting his waist and turning his back, the latent force within his body exploded with a roar.

With a ferocious punch, he struck out in the direction to his right.

Boom!

Like a grenade going off, a thunderous explosion resounded through the air.

Li Daoxuan spun in midair, then landed on the ground with ease and flair, flicking his sleeves and casually readjusting his hair.

"Hong Jiuxiang, you old man, still trying to sneak up on me? I'd know what kind of fart you're about to let out just by the way you stick out your ass," Li Daoxuan laughed heartily among the crowd, his face brimming with pride.

On the other side, Hong Jiuxiang's face was dark as water.

He looked down at his trembling fingers, clearly having been at a disadvantage in the exchange of blows just moments before.

The two had been enemies for many years.

Li Daoxuan knew Hong Jiuxiang's strength like the back of his hand.

Although he was slightly stronger, defeating his opponent was not going to be easy.

In this war, the first thing to do was to target the external figures, gradually clipping away his adversary's wings.

And then, when the opportunity presented itself, he would deliver a fatal blow.

With this thought in mind—

Li Daoxuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he quickly formed a plan.

Whoosh!

A breeze blew by.

His figure vanished out of sight.

Elsewhere, Murong Hanshuang was being besieged by three experts from the world clan.

He had cultivated the Cold Ice Charm from the Eight Phases Secret Skill, covering the surrounding area with layers of ice-blue force with his every move. Ice crystals condensed out of thin air, but though this force was strong in defense, it lacked in attack.

Murong Hanshuang had tried to break through several times without success, stuck fast to the spot, and was in a somewhat unfavorable situation.

Bang!

Li Daoxuan descended from the sky, his robe obscuring the moonlight from behind.

With a punch in midair, the force of the Heavenly Demon Devastating within him resonated with the surrounding environment.

The fierce and powerful wind from the punch came barreling forward, blowing up sand and rocks from the ground. One of the men, unable to dodge in time, was directly struck by the wind, sent flying through the air. He spat a mouthful of blood, his face pale as a sheet, and by the time he landed, he was clutching his chest, unable to move.

The other two, seeing Li Daoxuan's approach, were terrified and quickly retreated. But the temperature around them plummeted abruptly, and ice crystals began to envelop them, slowing down their movements.

Li Daoxuan closed in and landed a punch on each of them.

By the time they hit the ground—

Their internal organs were shattered, and they lay breathless.

"Well done!" Li Daoxuan laughed heartily, patting Murong Hanshuang on the shoulder.

"You and I, uncle and nephew, will fight our way in and out of this den of clan devils today and create an era of peace!"

After successively killing several experts from the world clan, Li Daoxuan grew even more exhilarated.

The force within him surged, flickering like flames, rippling underfoot, his robe billowing in the aftermath.

His mere presence was like that of a Stabilizing Pillar, causing the surrounding world clan elders to hesitate to come near.

"Excellent!"

Murong Hanshuang nodded vigorously in agreement.

It seemed the spirit was catching, and the force within him surged with powerful Condensation.

Spurt!

Li Daoxuan's arms shook, ready to release his power—

But suddenly, a feeling of weakness spread from his abdomen, and the fire-like force burning within his body quickly extinguished.

His eyes wide, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, his face filled with shock.

Looking down—

A sharp dagger had pierced through from behind, protruding from the lower abdomen.

"You!?" Li Daoxuan slowly turned around, in disbelief at seeing Murong Hanshuang behind him.

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For a moment, he thought his own niece had been controlled by sorcery, but Murong Hanshuang's pupils were ice cold and indifferent, clearly not the case.

The dagger brutally stirred in the belly, and a great deal of blood gushed out.

Bang!

Li Daoxuan slammed down with a palm.

Murong Hanshuang was immediately sent flying, crashing heavily into a dirt wall in the distance.

The originally chaotic battlefield suddenly fell silent.

Whether it was the Demon Suppression Bureau or the clan elders, everyone's face wore an expression of disbelief.

"What are you doing!?" Wang Xindong leaped forward and landed beside Li Daoxuan, his eyes red with rage as he glared at the traitor.

His fists were clenched so tightly they cracked, and his robust body trembled uncontrollably.

"Do you still remember what I told you?" Hong Jiuxiang, clad in armor, slowly appeared in front of Li Daoxuan.

He wore a smile, his hand fondling his long beard.

He spoke calmly and evenly, "Li Daoxuan, even you can't keep winning forever."

"Tell me, why!" Li Daoxuan did not respond; his face did not show much pain or sorrow, just confusion and disbelief.

"Remember my mother?"

Murong Hanshuang wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and slowly got up, holding her chest, "She died, died at your hands!"

"Senior sister?" A blurry figure emerged in Li Daoxuan's memory.

He shook his head and said calmly, "She died at the hands of a demon, and when she was brought back to the Demon Suppression Bureau, she was nothing but an empty shell. The fierce ghost that killed her took residence in her body. I should have shown you the demon's remains."

"You're talking nonsense! You think just any demon's remains can fool me!" Murong Hanshuang's eyes bulged, her voice came out hoarse and grating as if wrenched from her throat.

"Heh heh..." Li Daoxuan suddenly let out a cold laugh, "I understand now."

"What do you understand?"

Murong Hanshuang was being looked at with such a cold gaze.

She felt an inexplicable panic, stepped back, and leaned against the earth wall behind her.

"When you lie, you still can't meet my eyes; from childhood to this day, over a hundred years, this habit has never changed."

Li Daoxuan raised his head and let out a long sigh, his voice full of weariness, "What you want is the Demon Suppression Bureau, it's power. The so-called revenge for your mother is nothing but a front to deceive others, and even yourself."

"You're lying!" Murong Hanshuang screamed.

"Then look into my eyes and repeat what you just said!" Li Daoxuan roared, his white hair flying about, much like an old lion at dusk.

Murong Hanshuang suddenly raised her head and stared into his eyes.

He opened his mouth but made no sound.

"What a piece of trash!" Wang Xindong let out a cold laugh and spat in her face. Even many from the clans looked at Murong Hanshuang with intense disdain. Fighting and betrayal for power were common among martial artists.

But playing the saint while being a whore, and even using one's deceased mother as a shield, was simply too disgusting.

"Li Daoxuan, your era has ended." Hong Jiuxiang's face was filled with the smile of a victor, "Facing death, do you have any last words you'd like to say?"

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"You think you can deal with me just by resorting to such despicable tactics?" Li Daoxuan sneered.

"Then what if I join the fray!?" A tall figure clad in beast-patterned bronze armor appeared on the battlefield. Holding a long spear, with a handsome face, the bright moonlight cast a layer of silver-white upon him, making him look even more stern and unshakable.

What's more, the aura he exuded was faintly no less intense than that of Hong Jiuxiang.

This man was none other than the strongest among the younger generation of the nobility, Hong Dingtian!

"Hahaha, not enough!" Li Daoxuan laughed heartily, "Even if I am grievously injured, even if the two of you from the Hong Family join forces, I, Li Daoxuan, am still invincible!"

He took out a pill the size of a thumb from his bosom, rubbed off the coating, and immediately, a strong fishy smell emanated, spreading across the battlefield.

Wang Xindong was shocked by this sight, "No way!"

He reached out, trying to stop it.

But it was too late; Li Daoxuan had already swallowed the pill in one go.

Boom!

Instantly, a domineering presence burst forth from Li Daoxuan.

Thick, ferocious veins climbed over his entire body, his spotted skin broke out in copious hair, and his shriveled frame inflated rapidly as if pumped with air.

In the blink of an eye, a three-meter-tall, pitch-black fearsome demonic ape appeared on the battlefield. It let out a long roar toward the sky, like thunder exploding, causing the ground to erupt in flying sand and rocky debris, and even the elders of the nobility couldn't bear it, spewing blood from their mouths.

"I want to see how you father and son are going to kill me today!"

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"Hanlin..."

Liu Qingqing's eyelashes trembled slightly, disbelieving as she looked at the figure before her, "Am I dreaming, is it really you?"

"It's me, Mother." Xu Hanlin stopped, his eyes brimming with tears.

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Everything around him seemed to blur out of his perception, leaving only the familiar figure in front of him.

"It's me, I am Hanlin." Xu Hanlin took two steps forward, stumbling over a chair tucked under the table. Nearly falling over, he disregarded everything, half-knelt on the ground, barely embracing the snake demon in his arms, his chest heaving violently.

"I'm sorry, Mother, I shouldn't have..." Xu Hanlin began incoherently, tears streaming uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes.

A cold, delicate jade hand gently caressed Xu Hanlin's face.

"You must have suffered a lot to come here," the white serpent said sadly.

"Those hardships are nothing, it was worth it," Xu Hanlin said passionately, "I've come to rescue you, Mother. I've become very strong now, no one will ever separate us again."

He reached out to grasp the white serpent's arm, "We'll leave this place now, we'll go home together."

"No..."

His mother's words struck him like a thunderbolt.

"Hanlin, I'm sorry, I can't go with you," the white serpent shook her head, her face filled with immense joy and sorrow.

"Why!?"

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