One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Jiangbei Province, Chijin County.

In the camp where the Monk Soldiers of Skull Plain were stationed.

Bam!

The great general of Skull Plain, Luo Sang, who was clad in beast copper pattern black armor with a black-masked, bearded face and bloodthirsty red light shining in his eyes, clenched his fist and heavily punched the young Taoist’s face in front of him.

"Crack!" a crisp sound.

The young Taoist’s left eye burst open, his head rotating one hundred and eighty degrees.

The immense force swept through his body, and half of his face was completely smashed and torn off, exposing the fat and flesh inside, while bright red blood dripped down from the Taoist’s chin. Yet even with such a severe injury, the only remaining eye of the Taoist showed no fear.

Instead, it was filled with hatred, glaring fiercely at the terrifying, dark-faced general Luo Sang.

Luo Sang bared his teeth, a strange laughter emerging from his throat.

"I like your expression," he said with an amused smile, patting the young Taoist’s cheek, "Even in such anger, once in my hands, apart from feeling your own helplessness, what else can you do?"

"Tell me—"

Luo Sang slowly straightened up from his bowing posture, blocking the sunlight, casting a shadow.

His face, towering above, was indifferent and cold as he said, "Who sent you here, and where are those remnants now? If you’re willing to talk, I can grant you a quick death."

Luo Sang chuckled, his tone brimming with threat.

The Monk Soldiers of Skull Plain occupied the whole territory of Jiangbei Province.

The people of Jiangbei Province were always fierce, and their resistance was extremely intense. Assassinations from various families and sects in the civilian population were endless, and in front of Luo Sang was the eldest senior brother from a sect called "Three Suns Mountain" within the province.

This "Three Suns Mountain" sect, due to their refusal to surrender, had been completely leveled in a previous battle.

Almost all the males within the sect had been killed.

And the females were hypnotized by the Secret Technique used by these Monk Soldiers, their consciousness twisted, transformed into dual cultivation cauldrons. In just over a month, they were all brutally destroyed. A large sect thus vanished in the torrents of the era.

This eldest senior brother named Guan Ping managed to survive, swearing to avenge his brothers.

He stealthily infiltrated the camp.

Unfortunately—

In the last step, he inadvertently revealed his tracks.

And was caught on the spot by the general Luo Sang, leading to the aforementioned scenario.

The elder brother, as if impervious to pain, filled his blood-engorged eyes with insane hatred.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Go to hell!"

He opened his mouth, spitting a mouthful of bloody saliva towards Luo Sang’s face, only for it to be deflected by a gust of energy from the latter and fall to the ground.

"Very good," Luo Sang’s smile faded, overshadowed by darkness, "A toast not drunk invites punishment."

He clapped his hands, and suddenly from the darkness of the camp, low growls of beasts were heard.

The elder brother seemed to sense something.

His face paled, struggling intensely a couple of times, but his shoulders were firmly pinned down by two strong Monk Soldiers, unable to move.

"Do you know why you lost?" Luo Sang, looking at the fear on the elder brother’s face, said leisurely, "It’s because you’re not ruthless enough, too weak. The fertile land of Jiangbei Province has turned you into docile sheep and rabbits, while the harsh environment of Skull Plain has shaped us into dangerous wolves."

"I’ve run out of patience, finish him off," Luo Sang said in a low voice, a cruel smile on his face.

The sound of chains being unfastened came from the darkness.

Then, two giant wolves covered in black fur sprung out. They were taller than half a man, with green eyes and sharp teeth dripping with saliva, seemingly starved for a long time. Attracted by the scent of blood, they immediately leaped forward and pounced on the elder brother, viciously tearing at him.

The elder brother clenched his lips tightly, blood seeping out, seemingly trying not to make any noise, resisting in this way.

Unfortunately—

When one of the giant wolves gruesomely pulled out his intestines,

The elder brother still failed, his limbs convulsing as he screamed in agonizing pain.

Luo Sang and the Monk Soldiers beside him burst into hearty laughter upon seeing this scene.

"Looks like you’re not as strong as you imagined," said Luo Sang with a sadistic thrill, as he crushed the elder brother’s skull with his foot. Blood and brain matter splattered everywhere, staining the ground a dark red. Luo Sang took a deep breath, the dark red glow on his face gradually fading.

He turned and left the bloody execution chamber.

He was flanked by a strong Monk Soldier on each side.

"Where are Lord Bogavant and Supreme Demon King?" Luo Sang lifted the tent flap and stepped outside into the camp. Some time had passed since sunrise, it was a clear day that should have been brightly lit by the sunshine, but all that met the eye was gloom.

Luo Sang felt a heavy sensation, as if he couldn’t breathe, but was unsure what was specifically happening.

"I heard that both lords have gone to deal with a troublesome person in Jiangzhou," said a Monk Soldier on his left respectfully.

"Is that so?" Luo Sang frowned, "They haven’t returned yet?"

"It’s possible they’ve encountered some problems on the way," suggested another Monk Soldier on his right.

"The war was about to begin, and yet the two main generals were nowhere to be seen." Luo Sang paced back and forth on the ground, his expression growing increasingly gloomy.

A Monk Soldier to the left opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

But at that moment—

Boom!

The ground beneath their feet suddenly trembled.

The two exchanged glances, mouths agape, unsure of what had just happened.

This was just the beginning. One tremor followed another, and a giant black smoke column erupted in the distance. The shockwave squeezed the air, forming a black sandstorm like tidal waves, arriving in an instant, surging madly in all directions, and in the blink of an eye, it covered the entire camp.

"Who dares to be so reckless here!" From within the ranks, an angry and tyrannical reproach echoed.

At the same time, columns of crimson smoke shot into the sky, hundreds of meters high, like pillars supporting the hall of their world. Each strand of crimson smoke in the sandstorm represented a Heavenly Deceit powerhouse within the ranks, unrestrainedly releasing their aura, responding to the incoming foes.

More than ten Heavenly Deceits joined forces against their enemy.

Appearing on the battlefield, they could swiftly turn the tide of the battle.

But now they were so pressured by one person that they couldn’t catch their breath, the black aura filling the sky. Like the Supreme Demon King, who would burn the world to ashes, unrivaled, sweeping across all directions.

"Jialan Gunna, come out and face your death!"

The wild laughter roared, shocking everyone’s soul, and at once suppressing all the Heavenly Deceits in the camp.

The robust and broad laughter echoed in his chest, and Luo Sang only felt his body go numb, his head buzzing. A warm sensation suddenly came from his nostrils, trickling onto his lips. Luo Sang instinctively wiped it with his hand, spreading his fingers to reveal shocked horror—his fingertips were stained with a streak of crimson blood.

Merely a laugh, and yet it had forcefully caused internal injuries to him, a Heavenly Deceit. Although not severe, the power of this man was, to say the least, terrifying.

And furthermore—

Even he, a Heavenly Deceit, had been injured.

The others in the camp—

At that thought, Luo Sang shivered uncontrollably. He quickly widened his eyes, looking around.

Sure enough, the guards around him had already fallen in disarray. Those still barely standing were contorted in agony, bleeding from their mouths and noses, a look of excruciating struggle on their faces. Before Luo Sang could understand what was happening—

Boom!

Another explosion, and the ground burst open.

Amidst the leaping flames, Jialan Gunna’s heavy and stout body stepped forward. His face was full of raging anger, and his grim gaze fell on Luo Sang as he growled, "Pass my orders immediately, activate the battle formation, throw all resources into it."

"But if we exhaust all resources, what should we do if we encounter experts from the noble families later?" Luo Sang asked, eyes wide in shock.

Slap!

Jialan Gunna slapped Luo Sang across the face.

Both being Heavenly Deceits, but with a huge disparity in strength. The latter was hit like a spinning top, twirling three times on the ground before coming to a stop. By then, Luo Sang’s face was swollen like a pig’s head, even showing a hint of grievance.

"Damn it, bastard." Jialan Gunna panted heavily, his tone sinister. "Any more questions now?"

The killing intent bursting from Jialan Gunna’s pupils was enough to make Luo Sang feel as though he had fallen into an ice pit.

He shivered and hastily said, "No more."

Luo Sang acted swiftly, his energy exploding, and he disappeared into the mist in the blink of an eye.

Jialan Gunna then withdrew his gaze from this black and fat man, raised his head, and looked at Su Heng charging across the battlefield, killing freely. He wiped the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, his teeth clenched, his face full of crazed hatred, "You’ve driven me to this point, very well, let’s wait and see!"

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"Hahaha, again!"

With a wild laugh, Su Heng stamped his foot forcefully.

As the air exploded layer upon layer, the strong recoil also propelled his body rapidly forward, transforming into black smoke, he swept past the sides of two Heavenly Deceit powerhouses. They suddenly stiffened, then violently coughed out blood, tumbling down from the sky.

Bang!

The ground violently caved in, blasting open a huge hole.

As the earth trembled like water waves, black soil and stones fell from the sky.

With the dust settling, Su Heng’s over six-meter-tall, imposing figure was now revealed, his coiled muscles covered his body like armor, and his face wore a cruel and fierce smile. His two big hands were spread out, each holding a still-beating, blood-coated heart.

Squish!

With a slight effort of his dragon-claw-like toes,

The two hearts, snatched from the bodies of the Heavenly Deceits, were crushed, blasting apart into thick blood plasma.

"How long do you still intend to hide!" Su Heng slowly rose from the pit billowing with black smoke, surrounded by corpses. He surveyed the surroundings, the battlefield filled with elite troops, but now, looking at the blood-soaked, awe-inspiring Su Heng, none dared meet his eyes.

Su Heng looked up towards the direction of Jialan Gunna’s aura, and in the silence, he suddenly grinned and let out a loud laugh. However, the words that came out from his big mouth sent chills down everyone present, their legs trembling as if they were plunging into an ice pit.

"If you’re still unwilling to come out, then I will kill everyone here!"