One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Chapter 194: Fall of the Dragon King, Obtaining Dragon Blood!

"However, it is precisely such battles that make me deeply feel that I am still alive,"

An Shelie revealed a smile as he savored that heart-piercing sense of danger for a moment.

Ever since his revival,

The passage of a thousand years had inevitably left a chasm between his body and soul.

Now, as the battle continued, feeling the increasingly intense danger emanating from Su Heng began to slowly erode and eventually disappear that gap.

An Shelie delighted in the beating of his heart, the surging of his blood, and his decaying body was revitalized with new life.

"As a token of my gratitude, let me send you on your way in my strongest form!"

Roar!

An earth-shattering roar exploded in layers.

An Shelie entered a Deep Blood Explosion state, and the mere clash of their auras was more than the crumbling secret realm could bear, beginning its collapse. The thunderous sound spread outward, and crimson lightning cracked the sky and ground as it exploded.

Outside the palace, in the square, An Ran suddenly looked up at the sky.

The rolling ambery haze began to disperse, large chunks of stone tumbled down – signs of the secret realm’s impending collapse.

Boom!

With another clash between the two.

The palace in front of them finally crumbled completely, and amidst flames and thick smoke, two towering figures burst forth.

An Ran felt a massive force assail her.

She was uncontrollably lifted into the air, past falling boulders and debris.

Before even making contact, they were already destroyed and repelled by an invisible twisting force field, either directly pulverized into dust by the terrific strength.

Rustle!

Crystal clear mist rushed towards her face.

The force field enveloping her body dissipated, and An Ran stumbled and fell near a pool of water.

Propping herself up against a massive, moss-covered boulder, she stood up slowly, her eyes widening as she looked up.

The sky, which had been clear moments earlier, was now covered with dense clouds, and a heavy rain poured down, perhaps due to the weather change or the opening of the Dragon Tomb.

Boom!

In the gloomy heavens, a bolt of lightning flashed.

The silver-white light of the lightning brought brightness to the world; on two towering mountains, Su Heng and An Shelie stood opposite each other.

Both had entered their strongest states, covered in sinister, dark armor with ever-hungry maws full of fangs and pupils glowing with dark red light.

Cold rainwater gathered like rivers on their Scale Armor, the lightning giving them a mantle of silver.

They appeared both ferocious and divine, like deities bringing extinction to the world.

"A thousand years ago, I too gazed upon the same sky. I came from the plains, leading my brethren away from our homeland. I was as young as you back then. I didn’t know the extent of the universe or how much land awaited our expansion, how many unknowns awaited our challenge."

An Shelie took a deep breath, drawing the cold air of Canglong Mountain deep into his lungs.

The rain poured, baptizing stone and wood.

New scars adorned his armor, but his face was filled with twilight.

"Disperse! I dislike rainy days," An Shelie suddenly smiled, stretching out his large hand and sweeping it forward. Under the power of the Dragon Power, the rain and wind around him instantly cleared. Bright, clear moonlight regained its place in the sky, and under the cold light, the clouds looked like galloping steeds.

"May heaven bless me!"

He seemed to have let go of a burden, "Even heaven and earth cannot last forever, much less humans."

"Sometimes it’s just like that, it’s better to transform into a blade, exist like the wind, and be engraved as an oath," Su Heng said with a booming laugh, "Come at me again!"

Su Heng spread his arms wide, took a deep breath, and his eyes shot forward fiercely.

He too entered the Deep Blood Explosion state. Lacking the Dragon Blood, Su Heng’s Deep Blood Explosion didn’t have the terrifying boost like An Shelie’s, but in such a balanced battle, any slight advantage could tip the scales and determine the direction and situation of the final fight.

The mighty aura emanating from both of their bodies filled the sky, which was clear, yet the dull, thunderous roar of thunder kept colliding outward.

The mountains shook, the beasts trembled.

Everyone could feel that fearsome aura sweeping in all directions.

"Look at the sky!" someone shouted in panic, and everyone looked up.

They saw the entire sky filled with two equally powerful presences. One was a golden-red belonging to the Eight-Armed Dragon King An Shelie, and the other was black as the abyss, the Thirteen Phases Tyrant Dragon Secret Technique of Su Heng. The two forces were distinct and annihilated upon collision.

From a distance, it felt as if a gigantic sword had split the entire sky in two.

Such a scene was almost mythological, surpassing the wildest imagination of mortals!

"Kill!"

The mountains hundreds of meters below An Shelie and Su Heng shattered simultaneously, rocks cascading down.

The two armored giants collided without any fancy techniques or spells, forsaking defense. They simply repeated one primal and deadly effective action – throwing punches!

Su Heng’s attacks were heavy and exaggerated, each punch carrying enough terrifying power to shake mountains.

The pitch-black iron armor that An Shelie had worn throughout his life was violently torn apart, followed by flesh and blood flying in all directions and tendons snapping and bones breaking. Despite An Shelie possessing Dragon Blood with an exaggeratedly powerful Healing capability, the wounds Su Heng inflicted on him were almost instantly healed in the blink of an eye.

But Dragon Blood did not mean immortality; such Healing abilities also had their limits.

As the intensity of the battle increased, An Shelie’s Healing rate was becoming slower and slower.

And as his opponent,

The state Su Heng was in wasn’t much better.

In the half-year since he began his cultivation, this was the first time he had suffered such a formidable injury.

The dragon scales on his body were shattered and severely damaged, his entire right arm along with his shoulder appeared like fractured porcelain, covered with a web of blood-red lines, and as the battle continued, scorching hot fresh blood was seeping out from within.

The two men fought from the sky to the ground, then from the narrow valleys to the vast mountains.

Where they passed, the events that unfolded were like a natural disaster descending, rolling mountains were blown into rubble and flattened. A calm lake spanning thousands of kilometers stirred up huge waves, then was vaporized by searing forces. The violent winds generated by their collision destroyed an entire forest, uprooting ancient trees that required three people to embrace and flinging them into the air.

Those who foolishly or with ill intentions tried to approach the battlefield to scavenge,

Regardless of their purpose, met the same fate: crushed into dust by the ferocious forces and sweeping aura, completely disappearing from this world.

The moon declined in the western sky, and dawn arrived.

As a beam of golden sunlight pierced the darkness, casting its light upon the mountains,

The all-night fierce battle finally began to show a slow separation of victor and vanquished, with hardly any decisive one-hit kill between the two closely matched opponents.

This was a contest of willpower and life force, each testing the other’s capacity for destruction. But in the end, it was Su Heng who gained the upper hand.

"Thunder Shock·Sea of Suffering Thunder Sound!"

Roar!

With a roar, Su Heng’s entire body burst with explosive dark energy.

An Shelie, caught off guard by the blast, was sent flying by the shockwave and didn’t even touch the ground.

A dazzling golden lightning suddenly appeared within the thick black fog blocking the sunlight, piercing straight into An Shelie’s left-side chest.

Sputter!

An Shelie’s body was hurled backwards.

His coagulated heart suffered a heavy blow, its beating slowed, riddled with cracks, and then it burst into blood with a pop.

The fresh blood mixed with clotted fragments sprayed from An Shelie’s mouth, evaporating into a mist of blood upon contact with the force.

Boom!

Behind An Shelie, countless giant trees snapped and collapsed.

Raising dust and debris along the way, gouging ravines into the hillside, it didn’t stop until it hit a protruding boulder on a cliff, where the impact force was finally fully dissipated.

Below the cliff lay a tributary of the Guang River, with its black waters scouring the rock face, emitting a thunderous sound like a waterfall.

Meanwhile, on the cliff above, under the morning sun’s red glow, the rain-soaked black soil and green grass were glistening.

Su Heng advanced with bare ankles, leaving deep marks in the ground with every step, producing splashing noises.

He came to a stop, standing some ten meters away from An Shelie.

The Eight-Armed Dragon King at this moment was visibly exhausted, the nutrients within his flesh ruthlessly drained dry by his Dragon Blood. All that was left of him was a large skeleton supporting aged leather-like skin, his eye sockets deeply sunken, yet the pair of eyes within, despite fatigue, still shone with a stunning golden light.

An Shelie reached out to the rock for support, struggling to stand.

It took a second attempt to succeed.

Sitting on this unremarkable rock, his presence felt as if a king sat upon his throne, looking down on all creatures.

"You’ve won," An Shelie sighed as if he were reminiscing back to the first time he came here from the plains a thousand years ago. Had he ever expected to exit the stage like this today? No, his achievements today had far surpassed what he once imagined.

But why was there still a hint of unwillingness in his heart?

"It would be better to transform into the wind..." An Shelie murmured to himself, "This is the end of everything."

"I will keep my promise and give you the Dragon Blood," An Shelie looked up at Su Heng, who was covered in blood, even with the ribs on his chest, the lower jawbone on his face, the ghastly white arm bone on his right side, and so on, were all clearly visible. The bones at his seven-point mutation level all bore cracks, a testament to how fierce the battle had been.

But there was no pain on Su Heng’s face; despite the blurred flesh, a gratified smile appeared on him.

"Help me with one thing," An Shelie’s spine shone as he spoke, his expression dull, his breath growing weaker.

"What is it?" Su Heng wasn’t sure if he heard a hint of entreaty in his words.

"Take my ashes back to Dragon Abyss, and scatter them over the grasslands of my homeland."

The golden light in An Shelie’s eyes gradually extinguished like a flame in the wind, "I won’t make you come all this way for nothing."

"My Dragon Blood comes from there; perhaps you will gain more."

He reached into his chest and ripped it open, a glowing piece of his spine flew out and landed in Su Heng’s hands.

Losing his Dragon Blood, An Shelie’s spirit was completely drained, leaving behind nothing but aged skin. Using the last of his strength, he ignited his withered body, which burst into flames. His final words also reached Su Heng’s ears, "How I wish to see the sky of my homeland once more."