One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Chapter 470: Chapter 391: Above the Demon God, Destruction Power

Longevity Heaven.

A mist-enshrouded broken world.

Bang!

A stream of black light descended from the sky, shattering the silence that enveloped this place.

Dust on the ground scattered slightly to either side, followed by a tall and burly figure with hair standing erect rising and walking forward.

This person was Barbarian King Solban, ordered by Su Heng to search for the hidden treasure of Wanliu Manor within Longevity Heaven.

As the mist in front of him gradually dispersed.

Soon, an ancient-looking stone door appeared in front of Solban.

"Hmm.” As a streak of light flickered in his hand, the Token he had obtained from Liu Wenhuan appeared in Solban’s grasp.

Feeling the scorching sensation coming from it, Solban breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on his face, “It seems to be right here.”

Whoosh!

He spread his fingers.

The Token instantly floated up, radiating light.

Led by an inexplicable force, it slowly adhered to the surface of the grand door.

The ancient and formidable door, over thirty meters tall, resembled the palace of a giant deity. At its center were radial patterns representing the rays of the sun. As the Token slowly merged into the door, the patterns lit up, with the light spreading outward.

Rumbling!

Sounds of gears turning came from within the heavy stone door.

The crevice of the door split open, a thick, decayed scent blew out, and Solban’s flowing hair fluttered upwards.

"Cough cough!” Solban coughed twice and took a step back. Once he let his arm down again, a pitch-black passage had appeared before him.

Without hesitation.

Solban gently touched the necklace hanging in front of his chest.

Then he strode forward, and with his hair swaying, his burly figure quickly vanished into the solid darkness.

Whoosh!

Not long after Solban left.

The mist that had just returned to its original state dispersed once again.

A figure larger than Solban’s, but with festering and decaying flesh under armor, appeared here.

"Blood His throat had rotted away, leaving only some greenish bits of flesh. Therefore, his voice was hoarse, carrying a bone-chilling malice, “Familiar blood.” ȒÄŊȱ฿ЁⱾ

King Dingxuan’s pupils were first bewildered, then gradually constricted.

Emitting a glint of blood-red light.

Then he too, stepped forward.

Following the path Solban had just opened, he entered the secret cache.

…

Rumbling!

As Solban pressed a mechanism on the wall.

A section of the wall first protruded slightly outwards and then, amidst a heavy sound of friction, lowered down.

The interior view of the cache was thus fully unveiled before Solban.

"Hiss

Beams of golden light shone upon Solban’s face.

Even as an Earth Immortal with heightened senses, suddenly seeing this spectacle in a dark environment still made Solban slightly uncomfortable, instinctively squinting his eyes.

After some time, slowly getting used to the light.

He looked out…

In a space about the size of a basketball court, it was packed full of weapons forged from Sun Iron Essence.

There was a three-meter-tall Heavenly Halberd, a complete set of Flying Swords, as well as Flying Knives, pear flower needles, Iron Diarrhea, and other Hidden Weapons that were specially refined by secret methods to conceal their shine, designed for furtive attacks to harm others.

Solban was young.

Yet, having diligently cultivated to this day, he was nonetheless an old hand in the world.

He knew that within the Great Zhou Dynasty, Sun Iron Essence was highly valued, and a small piece could be traded for a mountain of wealth.

And now, this cache contained so many stocks.

Even though he had a detailed understanding from Liu Wenhuan before carrying out the mission, seeing it with his own eyes still gave Solban a shock.

However, even so, he did not harbor any greed. On one hand, Solban had grown up in a monastery since childhood, thoroughly familiar with the scriptures, and had excellent cultivation of his mind.

On the other hand.

This batch of Sun Iron Essence would clearly have a greater use in the hands of Su Heng.

The latter possessed the Golden Crow Heart, which was no secret.

Golden Crow Heart, Sun Iron Essence.

There might be some connection between the two, capable of mutual enhancement.

If all these things from the cache were brought back, Su Heng’s strength could potentially climb to the next level.

"I’ve spent quite a bit of time on this mission already. I wonder how things are over at Skull Plain?” Solban couldn’t help but think.

After pondering for a moment.

He felt that it was very likely that the Mythical Battlefield had already opened up by now.

Although, logically speaking, with Su Heng’s strength, there shouldn’t be any issues at Skull Plain by now.

But that place was after all where Solban had grown up, and a sense of urgency sprouted in his heart to return and see the actual situation.

"Let’s collect these things first.”

Solban took out a storage ring, put it on, and injected a strand of his Power into it.

Although this ring, obtained from Dragon Abyss, was far less convenient than Su Heng’s Flesh Furnace, its internal space was not small, sufficient to pack up all the Sun Iron Essence in the cache and take it away.

Whoosh!

As a dull light flickered.

Dust stirred within this secret chamber, and it quickly became empty.

In the end, a few Flying Knives left inserted into the wooden dummies in the corner were not collected by Solban. Instead, his gaze shifted, and he reached out gently with a beckoning gesture.

Swoosh—

The air was suddenly cleaved by a sharp whistling.

These flying knives did not return to Solban’s hand, but left a faint white arc in the air.

Circling from his side, then bursting out a dazzling cluster of golden light.

Boom!

A violent explosion sounded.

The whole secret chamber shook back and forth, and dust and small stones sprinkled down from the walls.

Caught off guard, a dark shadow quietly following behind Solban stumbled and was forced out.

Solban turned his head and his face showed a look of great shock, “King Dingxuan!? How is that possible?”

He had never seen King Dingxuan with his own eyes.

But, back in Dragon Abyss.

Solban had seen the scene where Su Heng clashed with King Dingxuan on an Imaging Stone.

The status of Heavenly King was enough to leave a fairly deep impression.

Solban recognized him at a glance.

But wasn’t King Dingxuan already dead? Why would he suddenly appear here?

Solban’s head was in turmoil, a strong stench of decay mixed with the smell of charred flesh reached his nostrils, and he slowly came back to his senses, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, “You’re not King Dingxuan, what exactly are you?”

"Ssss

The corpse-like giant King Dingxuan did not answer, but instead cracked a smile at the corner of his mouth.

Drip by drip, saliva slid down his rotting lips, his neck twisted awkwardly, emitting a creepy cracking sound, “You have a familiar scent on you, very tasty.”

"Is that so?”

Solban snorted coldly, “If it was the real Heavenly King, indeed I would not be an opponent, but now you are already dead.”

Whoosh!

He pulled out two daggers forged from Sun Iron Essence from his ring.

Injecting power and activating them, he then threw them forward.

Bang!

Another violent explosion followed.

Blazing hot flames surged and instantly engulfed King Dingxuan.

Solban did not continue to linger for a fight but soared forward quickly to increase the distance.

It was very difficult to find the location of this hidden chamber, but its structure was far from complicated.

Solban did not take long to smoothly leave and came to the fog-enshrouded plains outside.

But just as Solban moved forward two steps and was about to leave, he seemed to realize something. Reacting, he halted his advancing footsteps and looked up with a startled expression.

"Whoosh

A cold breeze mingled with the stench of corpses blew in from nowhere.

The gray mist in the sky dispersed.

Dozens of highly decayed black corpses hung suspended in mid-air, as if bound by invisible chains.

A faint green mist of decay emanated from their bodies, rising in wisps and converging in mid-air, eventually forming a massive, green mandrill-like eerie phantom.

Even if it was just a phantom, seemingly dispersable by a mere gust of wind.

The aura it emitted was terrifyng.

Solban immediately felt as if he had plunged into a freezing abyss; his muscles tensed, unable to breathe, and his eyes could not stop trembling. When the mandrill’s curious gaze tilted downward and met Solban’s, a horrifying conjecture suddenly emerged in Solban’s heart.

—Above the Demon God, Destruction Power!

Why was his movement being watched by such a powerful presence?

And what exactly was going on with the King Dingxuan behind him.

No, this isn’t right!

Solban’s mind was a mess.

The mandrill’s face showed a smile, reaching out to grab Solban.

Solban bit the tip of his tongue, struggling out from that terrifying spiritual pressure. His eyes bloodshot, Solban, without time for careful thought, immediately grabbed the necklace hanging around his neck and pulled it off, then unreservedly pumped his entire power into it.

The necklace contained a drop of Su Heng’s essence blood, equivalent to a full-powered strike under normal conditions.

As the power within was unleashed.

Boom!

In an earth-shattering blast.

A giant fireball, more splendid and bright than the sun, suddenly appeared on the battlefield.

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…

…

Blood Realm.

Daoist charm flowed over Su Heng’s body.

Spreading into array patterns, extending in all directions.

Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled in the sky, the will of the Blood Realm manifested, a great number of demons were stirred into ferocity, charging like a tidal wave towards this location.

But even the elite troops led by the Pillar God themselves could not prevail, let alone these ferocious but disorganized riffraff. They could not even approach within a kilometer of Su Heng before being sliced into pieces by the Dragon Guard and Nangong Yue and others.

After a while.

"Phew!” Su Heng sighed in relief, slowly opening his eyes.

His aura gradually calmed down, the daoist charm around him vanished, and various crimson visions in the heavens swiftly faded.

That feeling of being bogged down as if in a quagmire everywhere disappeared, replaced by a sensation of effortless control. The material world and essence Qi around him felt like neatly arranged soldiers, an extension of his will, ready to faithfully execute his commands the moment he gave the order.

"Congratulations to my lord on successfully refining a Grotto Heaven,” Huang Mei, the old man, congratulated from the side.

Su Heng waved his hand.

He lifted his head, about to say something.

Suddenly he had an intuition; the drop of blood he left with Solban had been activated.

Without time to ponder what had happened, information from the Flying Sword Transmission followed close behind.

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