One more catty, one more attribute point

Su Heng carelessly threw the unconscious Mu Yuyan onto the ground and looked around.

The collapsed walls of the courtyard were now surrounded by more than a dozen stout men wielding swords, dressed in short combat attire.

The aura emanating from these men exceeded that of ordinary people; it was clear they were not civilians living here but disciples of the Demon Sect who had sneaked in. However, their strength was mediocre compared to Mu Yuyan and her two companions, likely indicating they were outer sect members.

After a glance, Su Heng gradually lost interest.

Bang!

He pinched with his hand.

The distorted force field of the Wolf King expanded, and the heads of these disciples exploded one after another like firecrackers, with crimson muddy blood staining the ground.

Only the last young disciple was spared by Su Heng, who beckoned him over; the man walked towards him, his face filled with fear.

"You are a disciple of the Demon Sect," Su Heng stated.

"Yes!" the man nodded, his face deathly pale, "My lord, my name is Zhao Youzhi."

"Besides these people, who else from the Demon Sect has come to Baihua County?"

"No, no one else!" Seeing Su Heng's slightly furrowed brow, the young disciple hurriedly said, "Wait, it seems that an elder also came!"

"Xie Linyuan, Elder Xie!"

The young disciple said in a panic, "The matter of the Dragon King's Tomb is significant, and even Master Pang Shan couldn't make decisions alone. There's an elder from the sect who personally came here."

"Xie Linyuan..." Su Heng hadn't heard of this name.

However, Pang Shan's strength had nearly reached the limit of the Fiend Embryo realm.

Thus, the elder in charge of everything from the Demon Sect could very likely be a powerhouse of the Heavenly Deceit Realm.

The Heavenly Deceit Realm of human martial artists corresponds to the Death King level of demons. Normally, demons of the same realm are much stronger than human martial artists. It's rare for someone like Li Daoxuan who can subdue demons.

Su Heng had already killed kings of the Death rank.

But he had never killed a powerhouse of the Heavenly Deceit Realm, and he was somewhat eager to do so.

"Is this person of the Heavenly Deceit Realm?" Su Heng asked. Seeing the disciple of the Demon Sect nod, he continued, "Then, could you relay a message for me? If he wants to save these disciples, have him come find me at the Demon Suppression Tower."

"Understood!" Seeing that Su Heng did not intend to kill him.

The complexion of this Demon Sect disciple slowly regained some color; he patted his chest and carefully gave Su Heng a glance.

Seeing that Su Heng's gaze did not linger on him, the young disciple quickly left.

What he didn't notice, however,

was a trace of white mist in the air that he had silently inhaled into his lungs.

The enhanced Tai Sui Fungus Strain was fiercely toxic and even more concealed.

Although this disciple was still alive, his life had already started a countdown. Sparing no enemies was the greatest respect for Su Heng, who never had the habit of leaving survivors.

"Next, it's time to try fusing and enhancing with demon corpses," Su Heng muttered, looking at the three Demon Sect disciples lying on the ground.

Recalling the content of the Blood Sacrifice Secret Manual, he was becoming impatient.

Whoosh!

Su Heng lightly tapped his foot.

His robust body instantly disappeared from the courtyard.

At the same time, the Sun Devouring Divine Power also took effect, its powerful gravitational force acting like an invisible giant hand, taking the three of them away.

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"Ha—ha—ha!"

In the dense forest, the disorderly branches seemed like fierce ghosts with bared claws.

Occasionally looking up, one could see through the gaps in the trees glimpses of a stark red sunset light.

The three were frantically running through the secluded forest.

Dai Wanghuan felt the wound on his chest growing more painful, his breathing turning painfully hoarse.

Bang!

He didn't notice a rock under his feet.

Tripping over it, he lost his balance and stumbled forward.

An arm reached out from the side just in time to support him; it was his fellow disciple, Zhao Ye.

"Brother!" Zhao Ye was also drenched in sweat, his expression panicked, his eyes bloodshot, "Have we shaken off that monster yet?"

"I don't know," Dai Wanghuan looked up and felt the terrifying stillness around him, the sunlight that fell felt chilling to the bone, "We're not safe here yet; we need to keep running, otherwise, all our efforts will be in vain."

"But, Uncle Master..." His junior sister Ji Lian was a graceful beauty in a moon-colored dress with an oval face. But now her eyes were slightly red, her pale cheeks streaked with tears.

The three of them came from Liuzhou, Lingxiu Sect.

They were drawn here after learning about An Shelie's tomb from an underground black market.

They had initially hoped for luck, without much expectation for the treasures within the tomb, thinking even just to see the world would be good. But they hadn't even seen the shadow of the tomb when their older sect brothers and seniors were all killed.

Thinking of that always-drunk, plump, amiable face,

who at the last moment fearlessly held off the lunatic from the Demon Sect alone, Dai Wanghuan felt a sharp pain in his heart.

"Uncle Master has his own good fortune," Dai Wanghuan resolutely cheered up and said solemnly, "We must survive and not let down the sacrifice Uncle Master made!"

"What Brother says is right!" Zhao Ye quickly nodded, "A gentleman's revenge is not too late after ten years!"

Leaning against the tree to rest briefly, the trio continued onward.

They soon crossed the forest and came to a hill with soft grass and pure white flowers.

The evening breeze gently blew, creating ripples in the grass. At the top of the hill, a robust figure was standing with their back to the trio, holding a spherical object in his hand.

Whoosh!

Dai Wanghuan and the others slowly stopped, their faces showing a trace of despair.

The man turned around, threw the spherical object down, and it rolled down the slope stopping at Dai Wanghuan's feet.