One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Chapter 145: 137: Searching for the Sun on the Red Earth, a Deadly Descent!

Boom!

Inside the earth fortress.

The rock wall in front of Su Heng and Zhao Meiying crumbled inch by inch, exposing the scene within.

It was a vast hemispherical space, with blood-drenched skulls embedded in the walls and ceiling on both sides, all gouged of their eyes and tongues, with viscous black and red blood dripping down, forming a cruel and terrifying curtain of blood.

And on the ground.

Viscous innards, bones, and hacked limbs were arranged in a specific manner, forming a strange hexagram pattern.

At the center of the pattern, on a black platform, sat a burly figure.

The man was dressed in a white robe, with a rugged and robust build, and well-proportioned facial features. Black hair cascaded down his shoulders, fluttering faintly in the wind.

Even with his eyes closed and silent, he emitted an aura of righteousness, stability, and reliability.

Su Heng's gaze lingered briefly on the man's face, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

After some thought,

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He remembered seeing him in Li Daoxuan's study.

That old man's study always displayed a faded portrait, depicting the previous Deputy General Shen Zheng and his seven disciples.

Without accident, this person must be the Deputy General who disappeared without a trace over a hundred years ago.

"Brother!" Zhao Meiying's heart was in turmoil.

She had been searching for her brother for a full hundred years, and though she had long been prepared mentally, facing such a scene and truly reuniting, Zhao Meiying still couldn't accept it. Her eyes turned blood-red in an instant, and her face bore the fierce light of a wounded beast.

"His end shouldn't be like this!" Zhao Meiying looked up at Su Heng, her gaze pleading.

Su Heng nodded.

"Thank you," Zhao Meiying said gratefully.

Whoosh!

She stomped heavily with her foot.

Even through her loose trousers, the defined muscular contours of Zhao Meiying's legs were clearly visible.

Her strong and slender legs swept like a white python slicing through the air.

In an instant, landing on Shen Zheng's neck.

As a Deputy General of the Demon Suppression Army, Zhao Meiying was not weak. In Su Heng's judgment, she should even be slightly stronger than an average Family Head. ?

And in this attack, she struck with anger, to the utmost ferocity.

Even if a copper pillar stood before her, she could break and shatter it!

The fierce wind wrapped around her leg scattered long hairs, and Shen Zheng's clothes fluttered noisily. However, the moment before the hit, a layer of dark red light covered Shen Zheng. Zhao Meiying's full-powered strike was easily neutralized.

Shen Zheng sat cross-legged on the platform, without a single movement on his part.

"Not quite!" He opened his eyes, grinned, caught Zhao Meiying's lower leg with the back of his hand, and smashed her forward with force as if she were a rag doll.

Boom!

The ground burst open violently, countless skeletal fragments shooting into the sky.

Then, with a flick, Zhao Meiying's body hurtled towards Su Heng like a cannonball.

Su Heng's eyes narrowed slightly as he dodged to the side. Zhao Meiying's body, on the other hand, plunged directly into the rock wall, creating a huge indent before she slowly crawled out from the dust, moments later. Tough girl, only a trace of fresh blood stained the corner of her mouth, but she was still able to move freely.

"It's been a long time since I returned to the mortal world; I miss those days dearly."

The demon that had possessed Shen Zheng wore a playful smile, hopping back and forth on the spot, a series of crackling sounds coming from his body.

"The outside world is much more colorful."

With a hint of nostalgia, his bloodthirsty gaze swept over to Zhao Meiying in an instant.

"The expression on your face is quite amusing," Kui Lang chuckled, "What's your relationship with this person? Your brother, or perhaps... a lover?"

"What's it to you!" retorted Zhao Meiying coldly.

"Tsk, tsk." Kui Lang stuck out his tongue, licking his lips with greed, "when I eat you later, I'll take my time."

"As for you... "

Kui Lang's gaze suddenly fell on Su Heng.

At his normal stature of 3.6 meters, Kui Lang had to tilt his head back to see Su Heng's face. His eyes were cold and indifferent, looking at him as if he were nothing more than a moving corpse.

"I don't like the way you look at me... and..." Kui Lang's brow furrowed slightly as he took a step forward.

"Mortal!"

All of a sudden, his eyes bulged, and he roared furiously, like thunder exploding.

"Who gave you the right to gaze upon the king! Kneel!"

Boom!

In that instant, scarlet thunderbolts exploded around him, setting off visible ripples through the air. The surrounding rock walls trembled violently, and countless stones and dust rained down. The overlapping and intertwining roars, like dark tidal waves, crossed the tens of meters in the blink of an eye and smashed down on Su Heng.

No matter how furiously Kui Lang roared, Su Heng's body remained as immovable as a mountain or reef.

But his brows were now furrowing gradually, and a flicker of anger could be seen in his eyes.

"The one who should kneel is you!"

Bang!

Su Heng took a step forward.

Before Kui Lang could react, a large hand tore through the air, reaching to grab him overhead.

With a fierce downward smash—Boom!

The ground shook violently, a vast web of cracks twisting outward, even spreading to the surrounding mountain walls and causing a collapse.

One strike! Two strikes! Three—

On the third blow, Kui Lang's body suddenly began to swell inch by inch.

His muscles tensed like iron chains, coarse hairs like steel needles sprouted on his skin, and his strength pulsed and vibrated, managing to forcefully break free from Su Heng's mighty grasp. At that moment, Kui Lang, with disheveled hair and his face and body smeared with dust and blood, looked utterly bedraggled.