One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Chapter 62: Collapse

What a pity…

With a grand sweep of his hand, Su Heng pinched two arrows out of thin air.

He shot them back even faster, the ordinary arrows, boosted by Su Heng’s powerful force, had more destructive power than bullets fired from a sniper rifle. The heads of the two men burst open upon impact, flesh and brains scattering in a bloody halo mid-air, their skullcaps flying dozens of meters away.

Whoosh!

Su Heng hurled the Ghostmourner blade in his other hand forward.

The Ghostmourner, trailing a halo of blood, grazed the last person and embedded itself in the distant tower’s stone wall, its hilt trembling slightly.

A look of disbelief surfaced on the guard’s face, and he took two more steps forward out of inertia.

But a straight, blood-red line appeared between his brows, slicing down his body from top to bottom, and slowly widened on both sides.

With a "plop,"

His body split in two and collapsed to the ground, his severed organs and the blood that poured out covered the ground, forming a hot, stinking bloodbath.

A large booted foot stepped over the guard’s gruesome corpse, approaching the side of the tower.

He reached out to pluck the Ghostmourner from the wall, strapping it back onto himself.

From his vantage point,

Su Heng looked down at the Luo Family’s earth fortress.

So far, everything about the operation had gone smoothly.

But for some reason, Su Heng sensed an odd atmosphere emanating from the expansive fortress below.

"Demons... Has some misfortune befallen the Luo Family?" Su Heng wondered, but recalled the last words of that elder before dying. It didn’t seem so surprising that this was the case.

"It seems I’ve arrived at quite the opportune moment," Su Heng chuckled.

Be it demons or the Luo Family’s elders and disciples.

Can’t tell the difference?

If uncertain, kill them all! End of story!

Taking a step forward, the cold wind lifted Su Heng’s slightly curled hair. Standing atop the high wall, he leaped, disappearing into the endless darkness within the fortress in the blink of an eye.

A moment later, the shrill screams filled with pain and terror resounded.

But they didn’t travel far because wisps of fog, like life-reaping silk, weaved through the alleys, obstructing sight and swallowing sound.

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Bang!

Below one of the bamboo buildings in the Luo Family’s earth fortress,

With bloodshot eyes, Luo Tong stepped out of the room and shut the door forcefully, the collision causing the surrounding bamboo shadows to tremble.

Why!

He couldn’t understand why, even though he was a direct descendant of the Luo Family,

His father still wouldn’t allow him to practice martial arts.

And that incident in the Red Building not so long ago, every time Luo Tong thought of Jin Mingxi’s cold and merciless face, he felt a gnawing hatred.

Although he had been treated with medicine and bandaged, the wound on his face had almost healed.

However, the impotence of the hatred and anger was still pressing on his heart, like a thick layer of grey rain clouds.

It made his muscles spasm, and he found it hard even to breathe.

If only...

If only he could practice martial arts, integrate with a demon’s physique.

Even if he was no match for Jin Mingxi, with the support of his family, the other party would surely have to show some respect.

Even those childhood friends with whom he grew up had become distant.

It’s as if they were from different worlds now.

Even during the occasional visits,

Though they said nothing, the contempt and disdain in their eyes could never be fully concealed.

"Without breaking the body’s limits, no matter the wealth or honor, it is all fleeting," Luo Tong inhaled deeply, his expression resolute, "No matter what, today I must get an explanation from my father!"

He resolved, walking with large strides toward the ancestral hall.

But as he walked,

Luo Tong gradually noticed something amiss with the surroundings.

"With such fine weather, why is there fog inside the fortress? What’s going on?"

"It seems I also heard a scream, there’s a faint scent of blood in the air. But this is the main family’s fortress; how could such a thing happen? It must be my overthinking!"

"Why can’t I see a single soul around here, where are the patrolling guards?"

"These lazy bums are definitely slinking off to fool around again, I’ll have to whip them all good tomorrow!"

He thought, and soon arrived at the shrine.

But what he saw before him, the scene that unfolded, turned Luo Tong’s face deathly pale, his legs trembled, and he almost collapsed onto the ground.

The dark shrine no longer possessed its usual sanctity and tranquility.

He couldn’t see the specifics, but he could vaguely make out something inside, gnawing furiously at a corpse on the ground, accompanied by chilling chewing sounds.

Blood, like a viscous stream, flowed outward, crossing the shrine’s threshold over ten centimeters high, trickling down the steps and reaching Luo Tong’s feet, soaking his socks and shoes.

The thick smell of blood, like an invisible hand, clutched at his throat.

Luo Tong opened his mouth wide, about to scream instinctively.

Smack!

A warm, large hand suddenly covered Luo Tong’s mouth.

He looked up in terror and saw a face somewhat similar to his own, pale and clean.

"Dad!" Luo Tong shivered, saying in fright, "You’re here, what on earth is going on, where are the elders?"

Luo’s father’s face was as white as a sheet, "Don’t ask anymore, leave quickly!"

"I’ve prepared a carriage and some money for you, take the path and leave the fortress, leave Baihua County, go live as a wealthy man in Lianshan City, and never come back!"

"What about you, Dad, what will you do?" Luo Tong panicked and hurriedly asked.

"I, I can’t leave anymore." Luo’s father shook his head in sorrow, "I ate the flesh of that monster, it won’t let me go."

"We leave together!" Luo Tong still insisted.

But a slap from his father struck his face, and between gritted teeth, he coldly ordered, "Liu Qi, take him away."

"Young Master Luo, please come with me to leave." A female samurai, garbed in silver armor and with a long scar on her face, appeared, grabbing Luo Tong’s arm. Then two expressionless samurais followed, flanking him on both sides.

The female samurai was clearly a Demon-shaped Martial Artist, surpassing human limits.

Despite Luo Tong’s weight of over two hundred pounds and his legs not cooperating, the female samurai dragged him along as she ran forward at a tremendous speed, without even the slightest sign of breathing hard.

On the way, Luo Tong struggled and looked back, seeing his plump father waving at him.

Splat!

In the next instant, a blood-red tentacle shot out from the shrine.

A blood-red lotus blossomed on his father’s white shirt at the chest, and his body was dragged into the shrine, with that crunching chewing sound seeming to rise and echo in Luo Tong’s head once more.

He was numb, overwhelmed with grief, his mind unable to think, with tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Huff..."

The female samurai named Liu Qi suddenly halted, her brow furrowing.

"What’s happened now?" Luo Tong asked, breathing heavily, somewhat dazed.

A gray-white mist lay before him, blocking the way, swirling above and below as if harboring some monster, instinctively unsettling anyone who saw it.

"You two." Liu Qi waved her hand, "Go check it out first!"

The two samurais holding long swords entered the mist and then vanished without a sound, as if they had disappeared into thin air.

Liu Qi clenched her teeth, her expression growing very ugly.

"Young Master Luo," she said, "stay behind me, don’t run around."

With her long sword at the ready, she adopted a defensive stance and slowly approached the mist—swoosh!

From within the mist, a sudden streak of black light flashed.

Liu Qi’s eyes narrowed as she swung her blade down, the sound of metal clashing ringing out, the sharp sword was actually repelled by a powerful defensive force.

A numbness spread through Liu Qi’s arms, nearly losing all sensation, and her chest was completely exposed.

Thud!

Two thick fingers pierced Liu Qi’s neck, her eyes bulging out, her face twisted in pain.

A crisp crack sounded.

Armor fragments, muscle, blood vessels, even half her spine, were mercilessly ripped from Liu Qi’s body.

Her head was left hanging by a sliver of skin and blood vessels, still attached to her body.

Liu Qi’s body collapsed, powerless, revealing a tall and burly silhouette before her.

"You..."

When Luo Tong recognized the familiar figure before him, he felt a cold shiver down his spine, a tingling terror rushed to his brain and then exploded!

"You’re that guy from the Red Pavilion!"

At first, he screamed in disbelief, then he roared in despair, "Damn it, I just bad-mouthed you in the Red Pavilion, and Jin Mingxi, that bitch, slapped me. I even lost a tooth from it. You still aren’t satisfied, you want to wipe out my entire family!?"

"Just for that crappy reason, is it worth it?"