One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

"It seems you are intent on stopping this poor monk from going on his way," said Zen Master Dingguang.

In the night sky enveloped by firelight, Zen Master Dingguang’s voice traveled across thousands of meters, clearly reaching Su Heng’s ears.

A moment of silence—

Seeing that Su Heng had not spoken, Zen Master Dingguang’s expression darkened slightly.

He could feel his body was locked by a powerful force, with no means of escape.

Now, the only way to free himself was to cut down the enemy blocking his path. Having practiced in the sinister and terrifying Skull Plain for hundreds of years, Zen Master Dingguang was cautious but not lacking in courage. The Vajra Bell on his back trembled slightly, ringing with a crisp "ding" and rippling through the night sky like ripples on water.

Zen Master Dingguang took a deep breath.

All the miscellaneous thoughts rising in his heart were instantly subdued.

His body, mind, and will merged into one, his full strength circulated, entering his strongest state.

"Om Mahāyogi Raksha —" Zen Master Dingguang chanted a sacred text, his appearance solemn, his fingers naturally stretched out, palms turned outward, fingertips pointed upward. This was the Fearless Seal of Buddhism, a symbol of subduing demons, fearless of anything.

"Moo!" With a roar, Zen Master Dingguang glared fiercely ahead.

Behind him, the spiritual essence of the Vajra Yasha Ming King gleamed brightly, emitting vast Sanskrit sounds. The bright and pure light, like the sun dispelling darkness, dominated the entire sky.

In the six arms of Vajra Yasha Ming King—

Weapons such as swords, bows and arrows, Demon-Subduing Pestles, and other magic artifacts all chimed with the metallic clang of steel, as if forged from real metal and enhanced by boundless mana.

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When Zen Master Dingguang elevated his power to the maximum—

Preparing for a do-or-die battle—

In the void—

The figures of Li Lingxiu and Cui Mingri also appeared.

The former was slightly slower compared to Su Heng, thus arriving a bit later.

Meanwhile, Cui Mingri, with his face a mess, climbed out of a mud pit, his body covered in black mud and dark red bloodstains. His left arm was broken, only hanging by skin and flesh at the shoulder, limply dangling and completely numb for the moment.

Cui Mingri widened his eyes, astonished by the clear Buddha light filling the sky.

During his previous fight with Zen Master Dingguang—

Though he had been careless—

The spiritual form of Vajra Yasha Ming King left a profoundly deep impression on him.

The six arms of Vajra Yasha Ming King, along with the six magic artifacts, were so powerful that just one of the bells and one pestle had severely injured him in their encounter.

Now, with all six magic artifacts activated and strengthened by the Secret Technique, who had pushed Zen Master Dingguang to this point?

Cui Mingri saw Li Lingxiu from a distance.

The former was a true disciple of the immortal sect, and the latter, an heir of a noble family.

Even though they weren’t close, they recognized each other.

Li Lingxiu was far from the battlefield, geared up but not recklessly stepping into the fray. Zen Master Dingguang’s aura did not seem to be targeting Li Lingxiu. Cui Mingri suppressed his curiosity, squinted slightly, and looked around.

He soon spotted Su Heng’s figure.

Su Heng stood in the void, his expression calm.

Faced with the Buddha light that filled the sky, he showed no particular reaction.

To him, it seemed, the three-faced, six-armed, fierce Vajra Yasha Ming King was merely a toy to be easily manipulated.

Cui Mingri recalled his earlier encounter with Zen Master Dingguang.

The bell in the hands of Vajra Yasha Ming King seemed to have an effect that could shake the mind; he had been hit by it just moments ago, which prevented him from dodging the devastating strike from the pestle.

Cui Mingri inwardly cursed, thinking Su Heng might have carelessly made the same mistake.

Just as he was about to shout a warning—

He heard Zen Master Dingguang roar furiously, like a lion.

"Roar!"

The void seemed to explode with thunder.

Zen Master Dingguang stamped his foot, his body swelled, driving the air around him as he set his arms and lunged fiercely towards Su Heng in the distance.

Behind Zen Master Dingguang, the majestic form of Vajra Yasha Ming King also launched an attack.

First, he shook the bell in his hand, an invisible sound wave compressing the air and forming a violent gaseous cloud ring. It stretched out white lines in the void, like sharp sickles sweeping towards Su Heng, instantly covering thousands of meters.

Following that, Vajra Yasha Ming King placed the arrow on the bowstring, the black muscles around his body wrapped in fiery light tensely bulging, resembling old tree roots throbbing.

Whoosh!

The massive arrow shot forth.

In the sky, it turned into a beam of golden light, striking directly at Su Heng’s heart.

The two powerful attacks concurrently burst forth, yet Zen Master Dingguang’s true killing move was still to follow.

Vajra Yasha Ming King dove forward even faster, merging the two into one. Zen Master Dingguang’s eyes bulged with fury as he raised the Demon-Subduing Pestle in his left hand and the golden sword in his right. Both massive weapons, carrying the force of moving mountains, ferociously smashed down on Su Heng.

Until that moment—

Su Heng, who had been waiting motionless, finally showed a hint of interest on his face.

Bloodshot spread extensively from the corners of his eyes, covering his entire face.

Then, opening his fanged and bulging mouth like a horrific dragon, he took a deep breath. The breadth of the breath even created a fierce wind on the ground. Amidst the mountains and forests, sand and stones flew, and trees were uprooted, clashing and breaking midair before falling back down.

"Roar!"

A roar—

The compressed air, mixed with the transformed vast Dragon Power, blasted out like an unfathomable abyss.

The previously clear sky was instantly filled with dense scarlet lightning.

Within a kilometer radius centered on Su Heng, everything was like a mirror smashed on the ground, first freezing, then shattering in a thunderous explosion! The vast lands cracked instantaneously, and numerous currents were explosively shattered by this roar.

The terrifying force, layer upon layer, lifted a surge of air, continuously exploding.

In the cracked sky, countless sands merged together, forming a gigantic black dragon hundreds of meters long, that leapt forward with its massive mouth open.

Boom!

Everyone on the battlefield, friend or foe alike,

From near to far, felt a sudden darkness before their eyes as if their heads had been smashed by a sledgehammer.

Blood oozed from their noses and mouths, filling their mouths with a salty, rusty taste.

Among all present,

Only Cui Mingri and Li Lingxiu, because of their profound cultivation, were not affected much.

However, just one roar created an apocalyptic scene. The two who saw Su Heng act for the first time also stood with their mouths wide open, their faces full of incredulous terror.

And Zen Master Dingguang, who was directly facing this fierce strike, felt in that instant as though he had plunged into hell. The black power and the fine sand, like a deluge, overwhelmed him; the Vajra Yaksha’s manifestation on his body, within a few breaths, dimmed from brightness to dullness, and from dullness to completely shattering and disappearing.

The fine sand enveloped by the force, moved faster than sound,

Like tens of thousands of meticulously sharp blades falling upon him, shredding Zen Master Dingguang’s robes, his flesh ripped open.

The sticky, scarlet blood had not yet oozed out before it was whisked away by the fierce wind.

Zen Master Dingguang only felt like a leaf in the storm, whisked up and falling, his mind cloaked in deep murkiness.

Just as he was about to fall,

Zen Master Dingguang bit his tongue hard, the pain barely restoring some clarity.

He opened his eyes wide; Su Heng’s figure had already disappeared from sight.

An immediate sense of dread arose.

Zen Master Dingguang looked up.

Beneath the huge silver moon, Su Heng, with his black cloak fluttering fiercely behind him,

Exhibited a detached and lofty expression in his beast-like, black and red vertical pupils. His body’s power exploded, leaping down from above. The punch hadn’t yet landed, but the formidable force had already sealed the vicinity, leaving no escape and no chance to resist.

"Hiss—"

Zen Master Dingguang’s hands exploded with large flakes of golden paint, his arms raised upward.

He forcibly mobilized the energy within him, condensing it in the air into a semi-transparent wondrous lotus to envelop himself for defense.

Boom!

The violently exaggerated punch came downward, striking right at the center of Zen Master Dingguang’s chest.

The newly formed lotus petals tore and exploded under the heavy strike, vanishing completely. Immediately followed by a crisp cracking sound from his chest as his ribs broke and his spine cracked. Zen Master Dingguang’s eyes bulged, his face turned purple-red, and he coughed up a mouthful of old blood.

His falling speed suddenly increased tenfold or even a hundredfold, like a blood-red meteor streaking across the night sky.

First, he crashed into an old ivy-covered courtyard wall, then he slid along the temple’s ceremonial pathway, carving a trench and shattering every Buddha statue he passed. Finally, with unrelenting force, he crashed heavily into the center of the Great Hall of the temple, where he barely stopped.

Clang—

After a moment of silence, another loud bang sounded.

The force enveloping Zen Master Dingguang dispersed, and black smoke furiously poured out from the windows and door cracks, causing the whole hall to collapse thunderously. Only a few Buddha statues inside remained erect and unshaken, although cracks and dark, rotting blood trickled from them.

What once was a tranquil temple now shrouded in an inescapable stench of decay.

Beneath the gilt of the Buddha statues, it seemed as if corpses were buried.

"Master!"

Some Monk Soldiers and masters of the Hundred Buddha Temple finally reacted.

They looked panicked, escaping from their pursuers. They all hurried toward the Great Hall, apparently trying to dig Zen Master Dingguang out from the ruins.

This was not out of affection, but out of fear. If Zen Master Dingguang perished, everyone else who had been on missions outside would fall into hell and suffer torment, accompanying Zen Master Dingguang in burial.

Bang!

Su Heng landed in the center of the hall.

A circle of black force beneath his feet spread outward like a tidal wave of smoke.

As the force swept over, these monk soldiers had no power to resist, their heads exploding off their shoulders without a trace. Only the severed chests sprayed out bloody water, forming a cruel, scarlet rain that slowly fell from the sky.