One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Chapter 191: This Is My Era, You Are The Challenger_2

"...we have no other choice," An Yunian nodded heavily.

They exerted their strength to whip up a fierce wind that swept away the fine layer of dust on the floor.

Underneath An Shelie’s throne, a shallow grey dragon-patterned array about two meters in diameter appeared before the two of them. The two elders exchanged a glance, confirming there were no mistakes, and then simultaneously extended their hands to bite their fingertips and touch the edge of the array.

Blood gushed out, and the aura emanating from An Yunian and An Luoyi was like boiling water, violently surging, as thick smoke rose from their faces and bodies, visibly weakening.

The array absorbed the fresh blood.

It turned from shallow grey to a shimmering dark red.

An Luoyi reached out and placed Anade’s burly body at the center of the array.

The two rose to their feet and stepped back.

"It’s done," Gong Ming stroked his chin, watching the scene unfold with interest.

The ground shook violently and made a loud noise.

The hall thundered, and the black columns supporting the vaulted ceiling collapsed.

In the central fountain, a large splash of water rose, and the originally clear and transparent pool water turned turbid, gradually revealing a layer of blood. Rustling noises came from all around, and amidst the violent shaking, the colored glaze dome embedded in the ceiling cracked, and fragments of glass mixed with bits of stone fell down together.

This sudden turn of events made An Luoyi widen his eyes; what was happening did not match the records at all.

He felt as if he had been deceived, his thoughts becoming ever more chaotic.

Thump!

Congealed blood pierced through Anade’s chest.

His robust body shriveled at a discernible rate, his blood oozing out and converging toward the throne, alive-like, as if possessed. The blood of the elders, as well as Anade’s own blood, wriggled like worms up An Shelie’s greaves, pooling into a liquid, throbbing heart inside his hollow chest.

Then, in the next instant—

"Hmph!"

A sigh that crossed a vast expanse of time, carrying a vast force beyond mortal imagination.

An Shelie on the throne opened his eyes, a pair of weary, blood-red eyes.

A thousand years had passed.

But it seemed as if he was still immersed in that great battle that ended his life, the ironclad killing intent emanating from him sending shivers down one’s spine.

"My lord, no, ancestor. You... you have finally awakened!"

An Luoyi was shaking all over.

Excitement and fear, two equally strong emotions, intermingled within his spirit, so much so that he was unable to articulate a full sentence. Witnessing the return of a legend left an impression that would last a lifetime, and even Gong Ming, who was not a descendant of An Shelie, held his breath.

"This is fate, heaven’s blessing," An Shelie calmly spoke his first words upon awakening.

Then he stood up, his nearly five-meter-tall figure casting a shadow.

The intense energy poured out of his body like a black waterfall, dripping along the seams at the edges of his armor. The substantial shadows that fell at his feet made hissing noises as they splashed, turning into sparks of electric fire and fierce white flames.

"You’ve done well," An Shelie’s golden gaze fell upon his progeny.

The An family elders and disciples trembled with excitement, and only a very few felt a threat emanating from their ancestor.

Of course, besides trembling, they were incapable of doing anything else. Therefore, in An Shelie’s eyes, these inferior beings who inherited his blood were all the same.

Their birth was to provide nourishment for him on this day.

And so...

An Shelie calmly spoke his second sentence, with almost no shift in tone, "But you still need to do better."

"Ancestor, you... pffft!" Third Elder An Yunian looked down in shock.

His chest was pierced by an armored hand, then his body dried up and dehydrated so quickly it was visible to the naked eye, making a cringe-worthy crunching noise. A heart wrapped in blood clouds was extracted by An Shelie while the rest turned to ash and scattered.

An Shelie placed the heart against his own empty chest, his face revealing a look of satisfaction.

His pale face took on a bloody sheen.

"It’s not enough," An Shelie’s gaze fell on An Luoyi.

An Luoyi experienced the same feeling as Anade very clearly and intensely, but he was even less composed than the disciple.

Without any hesitation, An Luoyi turned and ran. But with An Shelie controlling the entire hall, where could he possibly go?

An Shelie calmly reached forward and extracted the heart of his descendant.

Thump, thump, thump!

At the same time, the remaining members of the An family, regardless of age or gender, all exploded, their blood and essence completely absorbed.

Thick tendrils of blood and flesh spread from the chest outwards as An Shelie’s spinal column glowed.

His gaze fell on Gong Ming, "You are not my descendant."

"Forget it," An Shelie shook his head, "You’re quite strong, a decent supplement."

Targeted by those dragon-like eyes, Gong Ming felt as if his head would explode. The sudden change in the room also shocked this elder of the Mo Xiang Gate, as he had not expected that Heavenly Deceit, newly revived, would possess such terrifying power.

How strong must the Eight-Armed Dragon King have been in his prime?

Gong Ming had no time to dwell on this as he shouted, "You can’t kill me, I am here by the command of—Boom!"

His head was crushed by a large hand, and An Shelie said indifferently to Gong Ming’s headless corpse, "Did I give you permission to speak?"

"Offer all that can be offered, serve all that can be served."