One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Chapter 474: Chapter 395: Refuse to Bow to the Dragon, Shall be Executed!

Under normal circumstances, such methods would be perfectly fine.

But this time, he was destined to miscalculate, for he was facing Su Heng.

"Hahaha!”

Above the heavens, Su Heng laughed wildly, as if there was blood-fire burning within his eyes, veins popping around him, with a terrifyingly ghastly face like that of a ravenous beast.

"You see a dragon and you don’t bow; who gave you the gall to face execution!”

Boom!

He began by thrusting both arms out, then fiercely striking his chest.

A humming sound, like that of a great bell or drum, rippled through the sky like waves.

In the dust-muted world, storms raged, yet in that instant, there seemed to be a moment of silence. Su Heng inhaled sharply, drawing in streams of air that twisted into white ribbons visible to the naked eye, whistling sharply as he swallowed them into his body.

His physical form then swelled, black iron scales on his body fluttering open, while within flowed unbridled golden flames.

In the instantly visible distortion of the surrounding air, Su Heng’s wildly fierce punch was already thundering forward!

Rumble!

There was no suspense.

Having devoured and merged with the Dragon Corpse, in terms of physical strength alone, Su Heng had never met his match.

Even the high realm of the monster before him was no exception.

Crack!

In the moment of impact.

A crisp snapping sound ensued, and the long spear shattered inch by inch.

Then came the punch, unstoppable, hitting right at the center of the Corpse King Moluo’s chest.

The latter’s eyes bulged outwards, his chest and thighs nearly folded together, a tremendous force sweeping over him, sending him hurtling uncontrollably backwards.

Moluo, like a deep red meteor, crashed heavily into the distant plains.

The ground indented downward, fracturing like shattered glass, and within the pitch-black crevices, boiling magma and white-hot sulfurous gases gushed out.

Seeing this, Su Heng was slightly surprised.

Although he had shrunk his own body to avoid stirring up too much shock and awe while he was on the road,

Even so, there were few in this world who could withstand his punch – human or demon. That the body of this monster had not exploded but was only severely injured was indeed quite impressive.

"If one punch doesn’t do it, then another punch it is!” Su Heng’s face bore an intimidating murderous aura.

Boom!

The air under his feet exploded.

His body swelled once more, and another grotesquely terrifying punch thundered down.

Just as he flew halfway into the sky, from the remnants of the Zezong ruins, the huge arm summoned by the Corpse King seemed to suddenly come alive. It shot forth abruptly, the fingers clenching together, seizing Su Heng in an unexpected grip, even though he sensed a hint of danger, he could not dodge in time and was caught by the giant hand.

Bang!

Magma erupted, exploding outward.

The Corpse King’s body was directly smashed to bits by Su Heng’s punch.

Smoking, it was hard to tell whether it was magma or blood-like viscous fluid dripping drop by drop from the damaged body.

The extreme pain, along with the humiliation of being overpowered by such a lowly creature, fueled a raging fire burning within his chest.

"A mere abomination dares to!” the Corpse King gasped heavily, his expression ominously dark.

Then he reached out and grabbed forward, mimicking the giant hand’s action.

Nearly all of Zezong’s disciples and elders had fallen, their vital blood still scattered across the battlefield. As the Corpse King executed the Secret Technique, the power within this spilled blood and flesh was summoned, forming streaks of blood-red veins, like an evil aura covering the black giant hand, adding a profound malevolence out of thin air.

The Corpse King obviously harbored intense hatred towards Su Heng.

He ignored his own wounds, choosing instead to pour even more power into that giant hand.

"Die!” His fingers spread open, squeezing forcefully.

Following the action of the Corpse King’s hand, the dark red blood net covering the giant hand contracted as if alive. The immense fingers, mountainous in size, squeezed tightly, and a series of cracking noises came from within.

Solban and others, witnessing this scene from afar, felt their scalps tingle.

Had they been in that position,

They feared they wouldn’t last even the blink of an eye, only to meet an instant death.

Though Su Heng’s physique was formidable, caught off guard and with the Corpse King holding the terrain advantage, it remained uncertain whether he could withstand it, a hesitation even crossing Solban’s mind.

"Hahaha!” The giant hand was a Magic Artifact refined by the Corpse King and shared his intent.

He could sense that the struggle within was growing weaker, and the Corpse King began to laugh ominously.

But as he kept laughing, he gradually realized that something was amiss.

Although Su Heng had stopped resisting, the connection between him and the giant hand seemed to be cut off.

Moreover, the sound of crumbling boulders echoed continuously, visible cracks twisted across the surface of the giant hand, brilliant golden light piercing through, even burning holes through the rolling leaden clouds above.

"This is bad!” Though his heart had been destroyed by Su Heng just before.

The Corpse King’s heart skipped a beat, feeling an ominous premonition that, in the next instant, turned into reality.

Boom!

As the radiance reached its peak, the gigantic corpse hand exploded into pieces.

At this moment, Su Heng had partially restored his original body, and as the Second Heart was fully activated, his body burst forth with light, sitting regally on his throne like a glaze sun, with all beings surrendering and blessings extending in all directions.

The mountainous arm at his feet crumbled inch by inch, and huge rocks kept breaking off and falling from the sky, the thunderous noise of their collisions ceaseless.

Indifference was written all over Su Heng’s face.

He didn’t say much, just took a step forward.

Swish!

It was just an instant.

Su Heng had already appeared before the Corpse King, pointing a finger down from his superior position.

As the scorching golden light shot out, the Corpse King lifted his hand to block, but the potential and power within his body had been squeezed dry, his state completely like a burned-out lamp.

His body was struck into the air, and while mid-flight, his armor and skin shattered like broken porcelain, with web-like cracks constantly distorting and spreading. By the time he landed on the ground, what remained of his corpse had turned into black smoke and dissipated, leaving only an ugly head with green hair and sharp teeth lying face up on the parched and scorched earth.

Su Heng stretched out his hand to grab, and a strong gust of wind brought the head in front of him, their gazes meeting.

"You’ve underestimated me,” the Corpse King suddenly chuckled, “You’ve provoked someone you shouldn’t have. It won’t be long before you regret what you did today.”

"Haha!” Su Heng laughed coldly, “The one who should regret is you.”

Bang!

He clenched the Corpse King’s head in his hand.

Slightly squeezing his fingers, the last of the king’s head instantly burst apart.

But as the corpse disintegrated, the power contained within turned into streaks of black fog that rose upwards, leaving a huge black blotch in the sky.

At this time, Solban came to Su Heng’s side and looked up at the cold, dark blotch in the sky. As realization slowly dawned on him, his expression turned into one of shock, and he couldn’t help but swallow hard before hesitantly saying, “The guy we just encountered, that wasn’t his real body?”

"Hmm,” Su Heng nodded, “It seems that way.”

He only had limited understanding of the Destruction Power, but had learned something from the Tong Shan Great Saint.

Such beings could hardly enter the present world unless there was a problem with the Central State Mythical Battlefield.

Su Heng’s gaze fell on the two Elders of Zerong, and he asked, “Who are these two?”

Solban briefly recounted what had happened just now.

"I see,” Su Heng understood.

The Great Elder and the Second Elder felt a chill in their hearts under Su Heng’s indifferent gaze and opened their mouths, wanting to plead for mercy.

But gravity had already seized their necks, preventing them from uttering a single word.

Then the Flesh Furnace mutated into a gaping mouth, dripping with blood and suddenly appeared in front of the two men.

Under the terrified and desperate gazes of the two, the mouth bit down with a crisp crack, and without even an opportunity to dodge or resist, they were directly swallowed whole.

"The black blotches in the sky Solban thought for a moment and shared his speculation.

He had encountered many living corpses on this plain.

And the aftermath of the terrifying natural disaster caused by Su Heng’s clash with the Corpse King.

If left unchecked, the power from the immortal heavens could infiltrate and potentially cause some undesirable changes to this plain.

"That makes sense,” Su Heng nodded, agreeing with Solban’s deduction; they could not just walk away from this.

He thought for a moment and took out the Thunder Drawing Pearl.

During the last Heavenly Tribulation, apart from the Ming Daoist completing his transformation and receiving the biggest benefit, what remained was this Thunder Drawing Pearl which had received a decent opportunity during the tribulation.

Part of the Heavenly Tribulation was integrated into it, turning from its original solid state into a plasma-like liquid energy body.

Moreover, the Thunder Technique it released inherently carried a layer of Tribulation Light, which had a significant restraining effect on beings like demons and evil spirits.

Su Heng brought out the Thunder Drawing Pillar.

Pillars of lightning, like supports, extended across the vast land and iron-gray sky.

The sinister and cold aura remaining on this battlefield was converted by the thunderbolts, which were the ultimate yang and ultimate rigidity, and the remaining corpses were turned to ash.

After half an hour, Su Heng had completed the purification of this battlefield. Although the surrounds were still desolate, they no longer carried that bone-chilling feeling.

Only the scorched wasteland would take some time to recover, needing decades to regrow and recuperate.

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Meanwhile, in the immortal heavens.

As streaks of dark green aura converged, the Corpse King, with disheveled hair and blood-stained body, reappeared in the void.

He cast an evil glare towards the gradually disappearing rift, then turned and left. In the immortal heavens, the Corpse King could exert his full strength, traversing countless distances in a single step.

The gray fog in front of him dispersed, and he soon arrived in a world filled with countless immense tombs, cold and gloomy.

As if sensing the arrival of the Corpse King, one of the tombs rumbled open, and a Lama with a chest full of black hair stepped out.

Upon seeing the Corpse King, the Lama transformed into a giant bear standing three meters tall, sniffing around him with his furry nose, and then mockingly said, “You’re injured. Who did this to you?”

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