One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

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Bang!

Another loud noise came.

This time, the sensation of the tremor was even more evident, accompanied by the rustling dust and chunks of stone falling from the ceiling.

The crystal chandelier crashed to the ground with a snap, the lantern shattered into pieces, and the kerosene inside burned on the deep red carpet, quickly spreading into a continuous blaze.

The dancers in the banquet hall and the young attendants screamed out loud, scrambling to escape.

Some of the drunken elders finally came to their senses,

Realizing something was amiss.

"Haven't the people from the Demon Suppression Bureau been dealt with already? Who could it be?" a bald elder exclaimed with wide eyes, his face full of confusion.

The ceiling burst open with a roar, the debris and building stones sweeping across the great hall like a shower of reeds.

A majestic figure descended from above, landing on the ground with a dull thud.

The air was filled with dust, blurring the features of the newcomer,

But a pair of faintly glowing red eyes conveyed an immense sense of oppression.

"Damn mongrel," Hong Ao was first startled, then bared his teeth in a savage grin, "I don't care who you are, daring to be so reckless in my presence, watch me slaughter you!"

"Attack!"

Boom!

A loud shout, and instantly seven or eight silhouettes, some throwing punches or brandishing claws, rapidly lunged at Su Heng.

Su Heng seemed oblivious, making no move to defend himself, just simply looking around him.

His gaze, tinged with red, met Hong Ao's.

Hong Ao's heart skipped a beat.

The boiling killing intent vanished in an instant, and fear gripped his heart like an invisible hand.

"You—" His pupils trembled violently, before he could finish his sentence.

Amidst a sharp and piercing swoosh,

A large hand with fingers outspread seized Hong Ao's neck like a python snapping up its prey.

Bang!

At the same time,

Surges of energy burst forth from Su Heng, turning into thick smoke that howled in all directions.

The attacking elders, whose own cultivation techniques had yet to land on Su Heng, found their bodies engulfed by the intense energy.

The scorching force, like a downpour of fierce flames and brimstone, only allowed a single scream before their flesh melted away, leaving behind a pile of burning bones on the ground.

"Speak!" The flames burned even more fiercely, reflecting the flickering red light upon Su Heng's face.

"Where is Hong Jiuxiang?"

Hong Ao's face turned cyanotic, his eyes bulging outwards, and his hands instinctively slapped at Su Heng's robust arm.

His mind filled with terror and speechlessness.

You're strangling me by the neck, how can I speak?

"Not talking, and still dare to resist!?" Su Heng sneered coldly, squeezing harder until there was a squelching pop.

Hong Ao's neck burst open, spurting out blood, his head shot up three meters high, smashing into the ceiling before tumbling down.

Su Heng shook his head and turned around.

Swish!

The faint sound of a blade cutting through the air approached from behind; the firelight flickered slightly.

Su Heng's eyebrows lifted in a hint of surprise.

This person moved silently and swiftly, clearly a martial artist who had spent decades perfecting the art of assassination.

Even a Family Head, caught off guard, could face a surprise attack that would result in immediate death.

However...

Whether this person could break through Su Heng's defenses or not,

Having just merged with the White Snake Demon Scale, Su Heng was aware of any slight movement within a certain range around him, whether in front or behind. An ambush from the blind spot based on past experience would not be so easy to accomplish.

His expression unchanged, he continued forward, only reaching behind with his left hand casually as if plucking a flower or pinching a leaf.

A rough, strong arm was then seized by Su Heng.

Behind him stood the elder Hong Peng, short in stature with ferocious scar lines on his face, his expression one of shock.

He practiced a secret technique called "Shocking God Strike," which allowed him to completely conceal his presence before suddenly unleashing it with full force.

Designed for assassination, its power was immense.

Since mastering this technique, this was the first time it had been detected and countered in real combat.

His shock lasted only a brief moment.

An overpowering force like a mountain torrent surged through his arm.

Everything before Hong Peng's eyes turned black, his body accelerated over Su Heng's shoulder, and with a roaring sound, he crashed heavily to the ground.

Then with a bang, he blew apart.

"Trash!"

Hong Peng was now a pulp under Su Heng's feet, only a blood-dripping arm still in Su Heng's hand swung back and forth.

Continuing forward, he looked for a new target who might know Hong Jiuxiang's whereabouts.

Whoosh!

The flames and dust scattered to both sides.

Su Heng's gaze settled on a figure clad in armor, nearly as tall and burly as himself.

This person's mouth was full of protruding fangs, and even his cheeks were covered with twisted iron armor, except for a pair of eyes that stared intensely at Su Heng, while hot breaths shot from his nostrils. His powerful physique was such that his breathing alone extinguished the flames on the ground and dispersed the dust to the sides.

"Demon King?" Su Heng's face showed an intrigued expression.

Calculating quickly, out of the seven Demon Kings of the Sky Demon Alliance, five had already fallen by his hand.

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I'm now close to being ranked number six, just don't know when I will pull off a full collection. Hanging them on the wall as decoration would be quite amusing.

This one's true form is a pangolin-like creature known as Tie Long, the Demon King.

Upon seeing Su Heng approaching step by step, rather than showing fear, Tie Long stretched out his hand and patted his chest, producing a clanging sound of metal colliding.

"I'll let you take the first punch!" Tie Long, the Demon King, declared in a deep and muffled voice.

"Hmm!?"

Su Heng stopped in his tracks, momentarily taken aback.

Then he smiled, nodded, and said, "Then I'll accept your generosity."

Whoosh!

His figure flashed.

A circle of dust and flames dispersed outward from his feet.

A punch fierce like a black waterfall brutally smashed into the center of Tie Long, the Demon King's chest.

Seeing this, rather than fear, the corners of Tie Long's bared-fang mouth revealed a smile like that of a schemer's success.

Hiss!

He tensed his arms, sinking his center of gravity.

His legs spread slightly as he squatted, bending his knees.

The once smooth surface of his armor, in an instant, sprouted many sharp, dark red poison spikes.

Many, including the demons of the Sky Demon Alliance, believed that all of Tie Long the Demon King's abilities lay in that suit of iron armor.

In truth, that wasn't the case.

The real trump card of Tie Long, the Demon King, was not the armor but the deadly poison hidden inside it.

This move was unknown because everyone, be it human or demon, who had seen it was already dead.

The title of Demon King may be glorious, but it also attracts trouble like a magnet.

Only by keeping seven secrets and revealing three can one endure.

Although he appeared to be only fifth in strength within the Sky Demon Alliance, if it came to using his full power, he was confident—Pu!

The self-assured smile on Tie Long, the Demon King's face suddenly froze.

He vomited blood from his mouth and looked down.

Seeing a large hand that had passed through the iron armor on his chest, along with all the poison needles, now stuffed into his chest cavity, turning his organs into a chaotic mess. Moreover, a force unimaginably powerful vibrated at a high frequency, sweeping his body like a tsunami.

Tie Long the Demon King's iron armor began to crack with popping sounds, glowing red, and finally shattered and fell off in an explosion.

"You—"

The hand withdrew from his chest, bringing forth a gush of blood, and slowly retracted.

"Turns out to be a brainless idiot, no wonder you're ranked at the bottom," Su Heng clicked his tongue twice and shook his head, "I hope eating it won't affect my brain."

Pu!

Tie Long, the Demon King, spewed another mouthful of fresh blood.

Hearing Su Heng's words, he finally couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed to the ground with a thud, completely unconscious.

After casually disposing of Tie Long, the Demon King, Su Heng continued forward.

He killed the members of the noble families who had collapsed on the ground or tried to flee amidst the chaos.

What made him slightly regretful was that most of the people at the banquet had been killed, and he still hadn't forced out Hong Jiuxiang's whereabouts.

Some of these people genuinely didn't know.

Others harbored ulterior motives and hesitated.

They hesitated, but Su Heng did not. After all, there were plenty of people in this earthen fort; he would slowly work his way through them, not believing that he wouldn't find Hong Jiuxiang.

Soon, another pale-faced, androgynous-looking elder was pinned under Su Heng's foot.

The vigorous energy in Su Heng's hand shook, then dissipated.

"Cold Ice Charm!?" he exclaimed in surprise, "The Eight Phases Secret Skill of the Demon Suppression Bureau, who are you!?" Discover exclusive content at

"I..." Murong Hanshuang hadn't even had the chance to explain.

Bang!

The side door of the banquet hall was kicked open, and a robust figure with a gust of wind rushed in, "Spare his life under your punch!"

This person was none other than Wang Xindong.

"Have you found Hong Jiuxiang yet?" Su Heng asked.

"Not yet," Wang Xindong shook his head.

"What's the story with this one?" Su Heng lifted his foot, and Murong Hanshuang, clutching his chest, stumbled back two steps, his eyes filled with fear as he looked at Su Heng.

"Damn bastard, I finally caught you!" Wang Xindong reached out to grab Murong Hanshuang, slapping his face twice. Murong Hanshuang's face instantly swelled like a pig's head; his teeth flew out of his mouth, and he trembled in Wang Xindong's grip like a sieve.

In an instant, from heaven to hell, so frightened he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

"Last night, it was this person who betrayed us and leaked our whereabouts, even stabbing our master in the back," Wang Xindong explained to Su Heng with bloodshot eyes.

"So it's a traitor!" Su Heng's eyes narrowed, "Indeed, we can't kill him that easily. First break his limbs and turn him into a human pig, then when we return, we'll flay him and hang him at the entrance of the Demon Suppression Bureau, to let everyone know the fate of a traitor."

"Heh, that's actually a good idea!" Wang Xindong grinned.

Flames crackled in the room, twisting and distorting the air as the great hall looked ready to collapse from the fire.

Su Heng's eyes swept around the room.

In a corner lay a rat-faced lean elder, pretending to be dead.

And it had to be said, his ability to conceal his presence was quite impressive, his blood-soaked chest not moving at all.

Indeed, at this level of cultivation, everyone had their unique skills, and one could easily be fooled if not careful.

But unfortunately for him, after fusing with the White Snake Demon Corpse.

Su Heng's perceptual abilities had increased tremendously, and he still managed to notice something amiss.

Hearing the increasingly heavy footsteps, the rat-faced elder shivered and stopped pretending to be dead.

"Don't kill me!" he shouted, extending his hand, "I know the whereabouts of Hong Jiuxiang!"

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