One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

"I found you!" A long howl spread through the water plants, causing ripples to stir.

Swish!

Su Heng stepped forward.

He spread his five fingers and fiercely struck toward Jian Chuan’s spiritual apex.

The gap between them was so vast that Jian Chuan felt like an insect trapped in amber.

Unable to struggle, unable to resist, he couldn’t even open his mouth to beg for mercy.

He could only watch, trembling violently, as the pitch-black hand rapidly enlarged and came straight at him, covering everything!

Jian Chuan’s facial muscles trembled violently, his clothes fluttered, and his pupils suddenly contracted and solidified.

At the critical moment,

Boom!

A golden streak of light at the edge of the sky, like dawn piercing through fog, swept across the river and then transformed into a spear made of kinetic energy. Jian Chuan’s face bore a hint of relief, but quickly it turned to despair, as the spear was not aimed at Su Heng but—

Pfft!

The golden spear pierced through Jian Chuan’s spiritual apex and drilled into the ground, vibrating with a buzz.

Jian Chuan’s head exploded on the spot, blood splashing everywhere. Su Heng’s pitch-black claw, driven by a massive force, streaked through the mist of blood, and eventually grabbed at thin air, making a dull sound. The collision of his fingers generated gusts that lifted patches of weeds and branches into the air.

With the mountains behind him, Su Heng slowly turned around.

His expression was slightly gloomy as he looked up above the river.

A buzzing sound came from afar, and a narrow crack suddenly split open in the heavens. Brilliant rays of light burst forth like blades from it. Everywhere the light beams passed, the river water, mist, reeds, and even the boats and fishermen on the river seemed to be captured in a painting, instantly solidifying.

Crackle!

In the void, a flash of light revealed a towering figure over five meters tall stepping out from the narrow crack.

It was an imposing middle-aged man with a face like a fierce tiger, wearing pitch-black beast armor and draped with a tiger pelt on his shoulders, a trophy torn from a demon god. The tiger’s mouth was opened wide as if it could swallow the sun.

His eyes glowed red, and his overwhelming presence seemed to solidify, filling the entire sky.

In the void, thunder rolled, and blinding white light pierced through the heavens. Beams of light fell upon Su Heng, bringing him a slight stabbing pain. Su Heng felt a shock in his heart. As the beams illuminated him, even his thought process seemed to slow down.

It was as if he was stuck in a muddy swamp, and every movement required tremendous effort to resist the sensation of delay.

It was merely the natural aura emanating from his body, yet it caused such a tremendous sense of oppression.

"Worthy of being an Imperial Sky King!" Su Heng sneered coldly, his heart growing hotter and hotter. He freed himself from his restraints, expanded inch by inch, and quickly returned to his original eight-meter height. The surging force in his blood roared like rivers, his strength billowing with black smoke, pulling him free from the Imperial Sky King’s oppression.

And it didn’t stop there—

The vast force rose upward like a beacon of smoke.

Then it transformed into a pitch-black tidal wave, swelling in the wind and swiftly spreading in all directions, eventually filling the entire sky.

The rolling blood and black mist mixed with the spirit-generated glaring white light, starkly contrasting each other. From afar, it looked as if the sky had been slashed by a blade, split into two, a spellbinding spectacle.

King Qingyang showed a trace of surprise on his face.

Su Heng had only recently entered Heavenly Deceit, yet the strength of his aura was incredibly rare, matching him evenly in their confrontation. Moreover, seeing Jian Chuan rushing over in haste, even without asking anything, King Qingyang knew that things on Skull Plain had turned into a total mess.

The Rebellion of King Qingyang in the Long Yue region was already giving him a considerable headache.

And now, this matter added on...

At that thought,

King Qingyang’s frown deepened, and he sighed internally, "Good for nothing, causing more problems than solving."

Meanwhile, Su Heng was also pondering.

The Sky King was the typical peak combatant of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and from the oppressive feel of King Qingyang’s appearance, the title was well-deserved. Apart from the deceased Golden Crow and the Tyrant Dragon phantom he encountered in Eternal Heaven, King Qingyang was the strongest opponent Su Heng had met so far.

The aura he emitted, that incredible oppressive feel, was even stronger than that of Marpa, the recently freed Corruption Demon God.

However, Marpa had just been released from his seals and was not at his peak.

It was still hard to say which of them was stronger or weaker.

Moreover, one more thing stood out—King Qingyang’s appearance was not to rescue Jian Chuan but rather to kill and silence him. This gave Su Heng the impression he was hiding some truth. Even with the dignity of a Sky King, he did not appear to be the mastermind behind this incident.

It seemed this matter was much deeper than he had imagined.

"What are you hiding, and what are you afraid of?" Since he couldn’t figure it out, Su Heng decided not to think about it further. His pupils blazed with scarlet fury as he stared at King Qingyang, his voice hoarse as he began, "The events that occurred at the Skull Plain temple—are you planning to simply gloss over them?"

"So, what do you want, an explanation?"

King Dingxuan stood in the void, high above, looking down upon all beings. He possessed an inherent majestic aura, full of rage. At this moment, he was not willing to discuss this matter further with Su Heng but instead said coldly, "In my life, King Dingxuan has never needed to explain himself to anyone."

"Hahaha!" Hearing this, Su Heng laughed loudly.

Under the rolling dark clouds, Su Heng’s already towering figure swelled even further, his pupils bursting with veins of blood. His body boiled with vigorous Spirit, and golden-red light surged through the gaps in his black scales. He resembled a walking volcano, exuding a destructive power. Experience tales at empire

Even his voice became inhuman, more like waves crashing against rocks, ancient and imposing like a natural disaster, "Since you refuse to explain, then fine, pay with your life!"

"Let’s see what the so-called Imperial Heavenly King is really capable of!"

Bang!

He stepped forward.

The ground shattered like a mirror, mountains swayed, rivers rolled backward.

The mere recoil of his body’s natural strength was too much for the land to bear.

Huge cracks spread, mountains collapsed, and dense smoke billowed upward. Qinglan River was severed in two, its waters roaring and forming a massive waterfall along the fractures.

Boom!

As Su Heng’s body and the air frantically rubbed together, it drove thunder.

Like a meteor flying backward, he hurtled toward King Dingxuan in the sky. He took a deep breath, his left hand rapidly engorged with blood, and his fingers mutated into dragon claws, carrying a torrential force. The thick, black scales expanded outward, emitting dark red smoke.

Hiss—

Before he even arrived, the ferocious wind of his punch howled like a tidal wave.

King Dingxuan’s brows furrowed deeply, his robes fluttering wildly, his expression growing more solemn. He felt the astonishing power contained in this punch but chose not to dodge. He was the Imperial Heavenly King, with a city to defend behind him; how could he retreat in the face of an enemy?

Bang!

With a long howl, King Dingxuan also threw a punch forward.

It exploded like a devastating missile in the air, the shockwave rolling, tearing a huge hole in the sky.

The result was brutal.

King Dingxuan was directly sent flying by the punch, crashing heavily to the ground like a meteor.

The ground exploded on impact, dust and smoke billowed, web-like cracks spreading in all directions. Even the ancient and towering walls of Xuantian Mansion fractured, trembling violently. A commotion spread through the city as people thought an earthquake had occurred, screaming in terror as they rushed out of their homes.

"Is that all you’ve got? It seems the Heavenly King is nothing special after all!"

A thunderous roar spread across the sky.

King Dingxuan had just climbed out of the crater, his face showing shock. His left arm spasmodically twitched, bleeding profusely. In the pure physical clash that had just occurred, he had been utterly defeated and injured.

Of course, for someone above Heavenly Deceit,

Vibrant life force, in a sense, arguably immortal, such injuries were truly nothing.

But this was the Imperial Heavenly King, punched harshly to the ground. The battle had just begun, and falling into a disadvantage so quickly was enough to surprise, even frighten, many.

As Xuantian Mansion was the State Mansion of Qingzhou, it was ancient and bustling with many strong individuals. At this moment, they were all drawn out by the tremendous noise outside. Each stood on the city walls or even farther away, looking toward the battlefield, expressions of shock on their faces.

"The sky has been torn apart!"

"King Dingxuan was actually smashed to the ground with a punch!"

"It’s terrifying; that person... is he even human, what kind of being is he?"

His exaggerated physique, massive dragon horns, majestic wings covering the sky like dark clouds, and the sky filled with burning black smoke. With Dragon Blood combined with the supreme warrior essence and the golden radiance from a second heart, from the eyes of the people in Xuantian Mansion, Su Heng no longer resembled a human at all. He looked utterly like the Supreme Sky Demon, born for slaughter and destruction, the demonic majesty emanating from him causing shivers.

"Come again!" With the upper hand from the blow, Su Heng grew more courageous in battle.

He crossed his arms, and with a fierce clap, his vast physique surged forward, diving down.

The ground exploded on impact, utterly unable to withstand the force. Chunks of the floor were flung into the air, and intense explosions occurred repeatedly, sending terrifying dust blasts sweeping in all directions.

In the pitch-black dust clouds, King Dingxuan swiftly adjusted his stance, his eyes shimmering with a faint cold light, clashing with Su Heng.

Both activated their super-sensory perception, exchanging hundreds of blows in the blink of an eye.

The air burst with a series of booms.

"I admit I was somewhat careless earlier, but not anymore." King Dingxuan spoke coldly, waving his hand, dispersing all the dust. Behind him, his blood-red cape fluttered in the dying sun, and several golden spears formed and hovered in the air.

At the same time, he chanted a heavenly command.

Watching Su Heng, who rapidly approached, his body nearly a straight black line, King Dingxuan extended a finger forward.

"Freeze!"