One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Chapter 190: 163: This is My Era, You are the Challenger

Bang!

Accompanied by the dizziness brought about by tearing through space,

Scale Armor continued his bloodline, together with the elder Gong Ming of the Heavenly Deceit sect, appeared in the sleeping chamber of the Dragon King.

This was a hall symbolizing infinity, where black columns rose to sky-high ribbed ceilings, and the floor was made of polished marble, with a fountain more than ten meters tall embedded in the center.

Clear, transparent water spewed out from the fearsome mouths of eight coiling dragons, with the sounds of water gurgling continuously.

Surrounding the fountain were statues of ancient heroic figures.

In one corner of this magnificent palace,

An Luoyi overcame the severe headache caused by the teleportation, rubbing his temples before slowly getting up from the ground.

With eyes filled with excitement and tension, he cautiously surveyed his surroundings.

This was the first sensation that came to An Luoyi’s mind.

Such a perception should not have appeared in an indoor space yet was incredibly intense.

In this solemn, black palace, An Luoyi looked around, feeling like an insignificant speck of dust on the floor. Because of his own insignificance, An Shelie, seated at the throne at the end of the hall, appeared especially majestic and towering.

He even seemed not human anymore, more like a massive, imposing statue.

An Luoyi closed his eyes, then opened them again.

He activated the heightened senses of a Heavenly Deceit powerhouse.

The enhanced perception dispelled the Spiritual Field enveloping the room. An Shelie remained towering but now appeared more vivid in An Luoyi’s eyes.

"An Shelie, why is the ancestor’s body still here?" came An Yunian’s astonished voice.

"This is not as recorded." the third elder swallowed nervously, looking tense.

"We don’t have time to ponder these matters, we need to move quickly." An Luoyi stepped forward, with An Yunian following closely.

"Did you hear that sound?" An Luoyi asked with a grave expression.

"Yes." the third elder nodded, "That person is faster than we anticipated, the Dragon Guards won’t be able to hold him off for long."

"We have been cornered."

An Luoyi said somberly, "If we cannot resurrect the ancestor, not only will our efforts be wasted, but we will also die here. This sanctuary is the ancestor’s tomb. We know how to open the tomb and enter, but we don’t know how to escape and leave from here."

"Bring him up." An Luoyi paused slightly and then turned to look back.

Two elders were escorting a tall, robust young man up.

This person was Anade.

The Dragon Blood endowed him with a robust physique, allowing him to awaken from unconsciousness.

"Don’t kill me! An Ran is right outside, I can sense the Dragon Blood’s scent on her." Anade struggled fiercely, his expression fierce, and the two fully developed elders barely managed to hold him down with visibly strained arms.

"I beg you, spare me." Anade cried in tears.

"This is a necessary sacrifice." An Luoyi said calmly, "It is also your honor."

Bang!

He pointed at Anade’s forehead.

Anade opened his mouth as if to say something more, but his eyes rolled violently up, turning white.

His burly body convulsed violently as if electrocuted; the part of his brain representing thought was destroyed. What remained was only a blank slate, ready for any color to be painted on. Blood, like earthworms, started oozing out of Anade’s eyes and nose. He no longer struggled, his body limply laid on the ground.

An Luoyi’s indifferent gaze lingered momentarily on Anade.

Then he looked up at the giant seated on the throne in front of him.

Over the course of centuries, An Luoyi had seen his ancestor glorified in numerous paintings and sculptures. But it was his first time seeing him from such close quarters. Even though this body had died a millennium ago, the Dragon Blood still sealed some of its viability, revealing a powerful vitality as if deep in slumber.

An Shelie sat atop his throne, his knees reaching up to An Luoyi’s chest, which made one hardly imagine how magnificent he would appear standing.

Black dragon scale armor covered the Dragon King’s robust form. A fur pelt of a deadly giant wolf, worn as a token of victory, draped over his shoulders, looking like dirty snow covering the peak of a tall mountain, with a mouth big enough to swallow the moon.

His armor was riddled with wounds, and the fresh blood remaining on it had never dried.

Among these many terrifying scars, the most fatal wound was on the left side of the chest cavity. Instead of where the heart should be, a hole melted through, creating a gap as big as an adult’s head. Through the hole, one could see the chair’s back stained red with blood.

"Indeed, the Dragon King is as majestic and spirited as the legend describes. However, I would advise you to hurry; now is not the time to admire the ancestor’s glory."

Seeing An Luoyi standing motionless, the elder Gong Ming of the Heavenly Deceit sect finally grew impatient.

Reminded him with unbearable impatience,

"Shut up!" An Luoyi turned back to glare at him and snorted coldly, "Of course, I understand."

"The ancient texts did not inform us how to treat the wounds on the ancestor’s body."

An Yunian transmitted his voice, always cautious. The scene before him, vastly different from the records, instilled a sense of unease, but as An Luoyi had said, they had no other options now.

"We have no way, but the ancestor certainly had his plans."

An Luoyi said, "First use Anade’s body for summoning, then help the ancestor complete the subsequent steps."