One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Riddled with holes and shattered, the body barely managed to stand up from the ground, looking at the white snake lying in a pool of blood, Xu Hanlin was trembling uncontrollably.

The sea of flowers in the courtyard, the enormous pagoda tree, the setting sun, the River Lantern Festival...

Those once beautiful memories.

Flashing through his mind like a carousel, all smeared with blood, twisted and jerky.

Intense pain triggered a physical reaction.

Xu Hanlin opened his mouth wide, his stomach cramped, his vision blurred, and he vomited acid profusely.

It was over.

Everything was over.

His dreams, his obsessions, his everything.

In the crimson view, Su Heng's dark and burly figure was slowly walking forward.

"Child, don't rush." He was sneering with a mouthful of sharp teeth dripping with blood, the blood of his mother, "I'll reunite you with your mother."

"Taotie..." Xu Hanlin gasped with difficulty.

A heavy voice resounded next to his ear, "I am here."

"I need your power, all of it," Xu Hanlin's voice carried a cry and a plea.

"Okay."

"Thank you!" Xu Hanlin closed his eyes, then reopened them.

Boom!

In an instant, a formidable power exploded inside Xu Hanlin's body, like a volcanic eruption.

His body temperature soared dramatically, the surrounding air visibly began to distort, steam, and emit thick smoke.

The flesh on his body began to melt, flow, and peel off, leaving behind only a tall skeleton in the blink of an eye. Crimson infernal flames leaped in the hollow eye sockets of the skeleton, and visible hatred and despair came flooding towards Su Heng like a tide, causing the hair draped over his shoulders to suddenly flare out.

"What is this?" Su Heng paused, sensing an inexplicably familiar aura emanating from Xu Hanlin.

"Die!" Xu Hanlin's voice, ghastly and mournful, echoed back and forth in the Demon Suppression Tower, causing the surrounding walls to buzz and tremble.

His ten bony fingers quickly formed seals, then he pointed sharply downward.

"Taotie Technique·Oil Pot Hell!"

A red light twisted and spread outward, quickly enveloping the entire battlefield.

At the same time, the melting flesh dropping off Xu Hanlin began to spread, fusing with the ground beneath him. The extremely hard radiant stone was corrupted into a sort of bloody magma-like liquid, incredibly hot and viscous, bubbling and emitting the smell of fresh blood and sulfur into Su Heng's nostrils.

The entire battlefield was as if truly turned into a boiling oil pot, intending to cook every living thing within into pulp.

Su Heng's legs began to sink downward, and in the blink of an eye, half his body was submerged in the oil pot.

Sizzling sounds erupted continuously.

The oil-like liquid tried to corrode Su Heng's body, but failed to do so, only futilely emitting pungent thick smoke, obscuring the view, and to some extent, restricting Su Heng's movements.

"So, it's the Taotie Technique." Seeing this scene, Su Heng let out a cold laugh, instantly recognizing the familiar sensation.

Whoosh!

The soup in the pot began to stir, forming a massive whirlpool.

In the center of the whirlpool, the burly body of Su Heng began to sink, as if he was about to be completely submerged.

He suddenly looked up.

Through the twisted air and white smoke,

He saw that the top of the Demon Suppression Tower had vanished into thin air, and the bright moonlight had also disappeared.

Above the battlefield, a massive fierce ghost with sharp horns and a blood-red body laughed eerily. In its hand, it held a bronze ladle, continually stirring the pot.

Swoosh!

A gust of wind came head-on.

Xu Hanlin's body reassembled, his face as red as a ghost's.

He tore through the dense smoke and reached out with a large hand towards Su Heng's forehead, but Su Heng threw a punch reflexively.

Even under the influence of the Taotie Technique·Oil Pot Hell,

Xu Hanlin was still blasted away, smashing heavily into the distance.

But in this pot,

Su Heng's own strength was weakened in multiple ways, while Xu Hanlin's was greatly enhanced.

Soon after being thrown, the sharp and piercing sound of breaking air came again.

A gust of wind hit him in the back of his head, but Su Heng didn't turn back, just threw out another punch and Xu Hanlin was blasted away once more.

After repeating this more than a dozen times, Su Heng's patience gradually wore thin.

"Dammit, is this never going to end?" He had originally planned to wait until Xu Hanlin's stamina was exhausted and the secret technique would deactivate itself, thereby dealing with him and the Taotie within his body together.

But now, Su Heng changed his mind.

After dozens of rounds, he had vaguely begun to perceive the weaknesses of Oil Pot Hell.

Su Heng closed his eyes, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly, his broad, pitch-black chest heaving in sync, the blood-red patterns interwoven across his body suddenly lit up with a boom.

"Unleash!"

The next moment, an immensely powerful force radiated from Su Heng.

It was like a tide that swallowed continents or a hurricane that destroyed forests.

Long ago, when Su Heng fought against the brothers Song Yingchun and Song Ting, the force he unleashed could alter weather phenomenon to some extent, whipping up fierce winds in the thick forests, causing all creatures to wail in terror.

And now, compared to that period,

Having completed the Five Elements and awakened the Transformed Dragon State, Su Heng was more than ten times stronger!

The overwhelming force burst forth, instantly surpassing the limit that the Taotie Technique could endure.

The viscous oil broth enveloping Su Heng violently boiled, forming ripples and revealing the pitch-black bottom of the pot. The secret technique condensation that formed the Oil Pot could not withstand this power. As the force stormed through, it clicked and trembled violently, revealing crisscrossing cracks.

Above his head, the little red-skinned demon that held the ladle and stirred continuously also showed a look of horror on its face.

A force like black smoke surged into the sky, rushing toward him.

Splat!

The ghost's head burst open instantly.

Blood, like magma, gushed endlessly from its headless chest cavity.

Within the blazing, distorted view, the figure of Xu Hanlin appeared. His face was ghastly, with two trails of blood tears streaming from his pitch-black pupils. His expression was both agonizing and ferocious, chillingly eerie as if more terrifying than the ghost itself.

"Now is the time!" Xu Hanlin screamed, seemingly having grasped the moment of opportunity.

The hope of victorious revenge flashed before his eyes.

"Oil Pot Hell·Solidification!"

Swish!

Streams of crimson energy exploded beneath Su Heng's feet, folding like petals, and instantly enveloped his entire body.

His advancing step abruptly halted, a look of surprise emerging on his face.

"Exactly! Hahahaha, just as I thought!" Xu Hanlin's chest heaved, tears and blood streaming down as the laughter that was worse than crying emanated from his mouth. He danced and capered about like a madman, a lunatic who seemed to have escaped from an asylum.

"By voluntarily dispersing your internal energy, you could actively break the Oil Pot Hell Secret Technique, but your impeccable defense would also reveal vulnerabilities," he said.

Xu Hanlin's hair was disheveled, his mouth twisted into a grin, his whole body shaking uncontrollably.

"This is my chance to kill you—explode!"

He spread his fingers wide, then suddenly clenched them.

Boom!

A miniature Oil Pot Hell formed inside Su Heng.

His powerful scale armor transformed into a furnace, his blood into blazing oil, and his organs the minced meat boiling within the oil pot.

For any ordinary martial artist,

Even with strong cultivation techniques, just this would cook their organs alive, resulting in instant death.

Unfortunately...

Unfortunately, Su Heng's body inherently resisted evil.

The Oil Pot Hell Secret Technique could not exert even a third of its power within him.

Even setting aside his anti-evil traits, Su Heng's body weight had already approached three thousand pounds.

His physical strength and vitality were beyond Xu Hanlin's belief. Even without inner energy or any cultivation technique, just his Copper Skin and Iron Bones were enough to dominate most adversaries.

Even some powerful demons specializing in physical strength seemed too feeble in purity compared to him.

Thus—

An attack that could instantly kill a peak demonic martial artist,

When landed on Su Heng, only caused his abdomen to spasm slightly, causing slight discomfort.

Nevertheless, that was enough to surprise him.

The last time he was injured in a fight was back when he first entered Baihua County and clashed with Li Daoxuan.

The stimulating sensation of flesh and blood flying was unforgettable. And now, Xu Hanlin had somewhat offered him a similar experience.

"You..."

Within the crimson mist formed by the Oil Pot Hell, Su Heng suddenly looked up.

The maniacally excited gaze, even through the haze, fell on Xu Hanlin, causing him to tremble violently, his back tightly pressed against the wall.

"How is this possible!?"

The twisted smile on his face gradually solidified, unable to believe that his trump card had not caused any harm.

Crackle!

In the next instant, the black and red scene violently flicked and jumped.

Su Heng had already appeared in front of Xu Hanlin, his iron-cast, scaled hand harshly gripping his neck, pinning him against the wall.

Boom!

The wall violently exploded, forming a huge indentation.

Debris fell, and faint moonbeams streamed in, the wall of the Demon Suppression Tower clearly having been smashed through by Su Heng.

Xu Hanlin gaped, coughing out a mouthful of blood.

His body spasmed and quivered, disbelievingly staring at Su Heng, his hands struggling against Su Heng's grip, but unable to break free.

Instead, the sounds of his neck cracking, his eyes rolling back, gradually losing the ability to breathe, his consciousness fading.

Bang!

In despair, he brought his arms together.

Fiercely grasping Su Heng's arms, he injected all his energy into Su Heng's body, detonating the Taotie Technique with full force.

Blood vessels in Su Heng's pupils burst open, he didn't retract his energy to resist, but allowed the force to rampage through his body. It seemed he was testing his limits through this method.

The initially mild discomfort became more pronounced, eventually causing abdominal spasms, turning into a strong urge to vomit.

However, that was the limit of Xu Hanlin's desperation.

"Not bad, really not bad!" Su Heng let out a vicious laugh, his head suddenly lowering, those blood-red eyes locking onto Xu Hanlin's pupils.

"It's been a long time since I've had such a thrilling fight, this is your reward!"

The latter was already near suffocation, his face turning purple, consciousness blurred, dark veins spreading from his neck jaw to his forehead. Seeing the manic laughter on Su Heng's face, a profound fear rose in Xu Hanlin's heart.

"What are you going to do!" he screamed, "No, stop! I beg you, please stop!"

In Xu Hanlin's terrified and desperate screams,

Su Heng reached forward and tore his entire jaw apart.

Whish!

The next moment, Su Heng opened his mouth wide.

Tearing off great chunks of partially digested flesh from the white snake, he poured it down upon the desperate, trembling gaze of Xu Hanlin!

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