One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Chapter 121: 116: Advantage Is Mine? The Heart of the Black Glove!

"Boom!"

The moment Zhou Batong's eyes met the monster's, he felt like black thunder exploded inside his head.

Countless scenes of bloody rain and foul winds, mountains of corpses and seas of blood crashed into him.

"No!"

This was not an illusion!

The floor beneath his feet and the walls all around him were buzzing and trembling, cracks spreading as large chunks of dust and rubble fell from the ceiling.

In front of Zhou Batong, Su Heng's eyes were filled with a blood-red light.

Covered with a crimson blood net over his dark and ferocious dragon-transformed body, an overwhelming demonic aura emanated from him, making the Demon Suppression Tower beneath their feet, which seemed incapable of bearing that power, tremble and sway constantly. Wave after wave of terrifying murderous aura surged at him like tidal ripples.

Zhou Batong's flesh trembled in response, his face deathly pale, completely void of any thought of resistance.

"Monster!" Zhou Batong's psychological defenses were crushed bit by bit.

"Run!"

He roared.

No longer bothering to hide, he scrambled towards the corridor on all fours.

He sprinted toward the glimmer of light at the end of the corridor.

Behind him, Su Heng, who had just finished his closed-door cultivation and awoken, was still somewhat stunned.

The first thing he felt was strength, a comprehensive robustness. His body seemed no longer made of flesh but was like a terrifying volcano filled with scorching magma. Every organ, every piece of keratin, was born for battle and slaughter, the power erupting from his casual movements seeming capable of destroying a mountain.

Then...

He looked down and saw the huge bull head in his hands.

The immense and robust body of the Demon King Bull had been completely devoured by him, leaving only this head frozen with a look of horror in his hands.

Surprise flashed through Su Heng's eyes, glowing with crimson light.

Where did this bull head come from?

A pie from the sky, or was it someone's takeout for him?

Unable to figure it out, he simply stopped thinking about it.

Watching Zhou Batong flee in disarray and hearing faint cries of fighting from outside the Demon Suppression Tower,

Su Heng roughly guessed what had happened during this time.

"Then, just kill them all!"

Click!

He shook his head and moved his body gently.

Immediately, the sound of his bones vibrating resonated through his body, his blood heated and sped up its circulation, rumbling through his veins like the engine of a battle tank. ?

Bang!

Su Heng stepped forward.

It was just a casual movement, without any deliberate force.

Yet even so, deep grooves appeared on the tough Yao stone ground.

This material, known for its sturdiness, was completely unable to withstand the casual force emanating from Su Heng's body.

"Hiss—"

Reaching the entrance of the corridor, Su Heng inhaled a large breath of air.

The powerful capacity of his lungs seemed to suck in all the air in the room. The strong attraction of the vacuum caused dust and stones to lift from the ground. Even Zhou Batong at the end of the corridor could feel the gale coming straight at him, his clothes whipping around furiously.

His heart filled with horror.

In a hurry, he turned around and suddenly saw Su Heng punch fiercely forward from the end of the corridor.

Boom!

The terrifying power burst forth; the air, which should have been invisible, was compressed into a white torrent harder than steel. It surged out like a high-speed train, the walls and ground along its path fracturing and caving in, instantly appearing in front of Zhou Batong, filling his entire field of vision.

"A casual punch and at such a distance still has such power!?" Zhou Batong was overwhelmed with fear.

In despair,

He could only thrust the broadsword behind him forward like a shield.

Bang!

His overweight body, along with the broadsword in his hand, was unceremoniously flung away.

The power of the punch was undiminished, the torrent flooding into the room outside, shattering the remaining windows, and destroying every piece of furniture. Under the bright, frosty moonlight, the wolf-skin coat fluttered wildly, scraps of paper floating around like snowflakes.

Pfft!

Zhou Batong spat a mouthful of blood midair.

Carried by the fist wind, he was hurled through the window, tumbling out of the Demon Suppression Tower.

Outside, in the midst of a chaotic battlefield,

Zhou Guiyu knelt on the ground, bleeding from all over his face and body, even forming a pool of blood beneath his feet. A deep, bone-deep cut across his chest damaged the internal organs within. Half-kneeling, breathing heavily and hoarsely, his face was a mask of pain.

In front of Zhou Guiyu floated the Green Spirit Demon King with wings on her back, surrounded by swirling winds, her skirt billowing.

On her beautiful, fair face, an expression of lofty indifference.

She gently wiped beside her ear with her hand.

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Bowing her head,

She saw a smudge of blood on her fingertips.

"Your last ace?" scoffed the Green Spirit Demon King, "You managed to injure me, that's somewhat impressive. However, I've never liked dogs that bite."

"So..."

She stretched her hand forward, and several pale-green Wind Blades twisted into shape.

Gathering in the palm of her left hand, they formed a chaotic and dangerous high-pressure air mass, a terrifying force capable of destroying a city district.

The Green Spirit Demon King lifted her hair from her ear, preparing to finish off Zhou Guiyu once and for all.

But just at that moment—

Bang!

A muffled sound echoed through the air.

Zhou Batong's blood-drenched body suddenly appeared between the two of them.

He struggled to stand up but failed, blood seeping from his mouth and nose, his face twisted and ugly with pain and fear.

Whoosh!

A dark shadow appeared next to Zhou Batong.

It was Ximen Xing, another family head, tall and strong.

"How did you get so badly injured!?" Ximen Xing hurriedly reached out to help Zhou Batong, stuffing a bunch of life-saving healing pills into his mouth, while urgently asking, "What happened in the Demon Suppression Tower, is your mission complete?"

After swallowing the pills streaked with thick blood, Zhou Batong's face regained a bit of color.

He grabbed Ximen Xing's arm with one hand, his eyes bulging with visible terror on his face.

"Run!" Zhou Batong screamed, "Run quickly, there's a monster in the Demon Suppression Tower!"

"Monster!?" Ximen Xing was surprised, "Isn't it normal to have monsters in the Demon Suppression Tower?"

"Where is the Bull Demon King?" Green Spirit Demon King said coldly.

"It turns out the fool I swallowed whole was the Bull Demon King, tsk tsk, I thought someone had ordered me a takeaway," remarked a cold voice out of nowhere, making the three instantly alert.

Bang!

The dark green floor beneath them exploded violently.

Sinking downwards to form a crater.

Within the five-meter wide crater stood a towering pitch-black figure.

Layers upon layers of exaggeratedly thick black scale armor, with magma-like, seething hot blood seeping through the armor crevices. A crown formed by three thick horns rested on his head, and a stout tail swung back and forth behind him. A bone mask in the shape of an inverted triangle covered his face.

Only revealing a grin that seemed to swallow the world and a pair of cruel and merciless eyes.

His mere appearance caused the air temperature to skyrocket, distorting the moonlight and forming tangible wisps of smoke.

The odor of sulfur and steel assaulted the senses, and the horrifying aura of death and demonic energy made all three before him quiver in their hearts. Even the entire battlefield around them went quiet in an instant!

"You... You're Su Heng!?" Green Spirit Demon King frowned slightly.

Including the Bull Demon King from just now, nearly half of the Demon Kings in the Sky Demon Alliance had fallen at Su Heng's hands, a record too astonishing.

Su Heng didn't have the habit of dealing with food.

He turned slightly, his head lowered, and his blood-red gaze shifted to Zhou Guiyu behind him, "Are you alright?"

Zhou Guiyu looked up and met Su Heng's eyes. Despite the lack of malice in those bloody eyes, being targeted by such a powerful creature sent a shudder through Zhou Guiyu's heart.

"Huff..." He took a deep breath, steadying his emotions, before tremblingly replying, "I'm fine."

"Good," nodded Su Heng, "Stand back, I'll handle this war."

"You!?" Ximen Xing laughed loudly in front of him, his arms trembling as the wraps around them tore apart, revealing the muscular arms beneath.

He pointed forward, saying coldly, "Don't panic, everyone, the advantage is ours! United, we three are invincible in Baihua County!"

"Three against one?" Su Heng scoffed, "Idiot, now it's two against one!"

Before the words ended.

His figure blurred suddenly, vanishing into a shadow.

Before Ximen Xing and Green Spirit Demon King could react, Su Heng reappeared in exactly the same position as before.

Only...

In his left hand.

Was a still-throbbing heart covered with a network of blood vessels.

Drip-drip, thick blood dripped through the gaps in Su Heng's fingers, falling to the ground with an audible sound.

The fine features of Green Spirit Demon King's face showed no more cold arrogance, as visible panic flashed by.

Her innate ability was "Summon Wind."

She could condense Wind Blades to kill enemies unseen or ride the wind to travel a thousand miles in a single day.

In battle, she could even gather information from the movement of the wind, making her powerful in both offense and defense.

It was due to such a formidable talent that even though Green Spirit Demon King's true form was frail,

She was second only to Alliance Leader Babek in the Sky Demon Alliance.

But when Su Heng made his move just now, she hadn't sensed any movement from him at all.

Her vital talent, her lifeline, had completely failed her for the first time. The shock and panic in Green Spirit Demon King's heart was insurmountable, and she was already contemplating retreat.

On the other side, the situation for the pair from the noble family was even worse.

Zhou Batong clutched his chest, slumped on the ground, gasping for air.

Although he wasn't the one who had died, throbbing pain from the depths of his heart felt so real it turned his face green.

"I..."

Ximen Xing's eyes shook violently as he slowly looked down.

Through his blurring, shaky vision, all he could see was his own empty chest cavity, from which blood was dripping down, congealing into lines. Through the bloody lines, the devastated streets behind him were all too clear.

Splat!

With a cruel grin, Su Heng squeezed hard.

The heart in his hand exploded.

In that same moment, Ximen Xing fell to the ground, facedown.