One more catty, one more attribute point-Chapter 482 - : 401

Chapter 482: 401

Arturo and Natalie, two Demon Descendants, had never seen such a thing happen. Caught off guard, they were stunned on the spot.

Their minds felt completely rigid.

It took an entire breath’s time.

Before they slowly reacted and realized what was happening in front of them.

Both of their faces were filled with horror, and even Arturo didn’t care to continue the ritual he was in the middle of. Natalie, losing her composure, screamed, “Run!”

But standing still might have been fine.

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The sudden shock of their movements was like flipping a switch.

First, the temple’s outer doors blasted open with a bang, followed by a tangible, terrifying sense of oppression sweeping over them.

Above their heads, the ceiling had been crumbling, and daylight spilled in. Now, the white beams of light also began to fade, becoming dim. Even the dust floating inside, undulating up and down, was now suddenly immobilized.

Between the two of them,

Arturo was more profoundly cultivated, and his reactions were a bit quicker.

By the time he sensed something was wrong, his body was already instinctively shooting forward.

When he came to,

He fiercely looked up only to see a pitch-black, terrifying figure blocking the path solidly in front of the door.

Arturo drew a sharp breath, his pupils trembling violently. Subconsciously, his four hands crossed over each other, and his muscles, like springs filled with power, burst forth layer by layer, pushing fiercely towards the giant’s chest.

Unlike the Enlightener Tribe, the Heavenly Punisher Tribe is a major tribe among the Demon Descendants with a long lineage, and they possess a variety of Power refinement methods.

The Magic Method used by Arturo at this moment was the Mountain Opening Force.

This Power had already been refined by him to the point of instinct, and he simply pushed forward unremarkably. Yet, even if there were a mountain in front of him, Arturo was confident he could split it in two.

But Su Heng did not dodge or avoid.

Watching his full-strength blow land solidly on his opponent,

A flicker of joy first crossed Arturo’s face, but as a crisp “crack” sound echoed, this joy instantly turned into an incredulous terror.

At the point of contact, a faint layer of silver-white light emerged, indicating Su Heng’s Active Metal armor being automatically activated.

Bang!

Arturo felt as though his full-powered strike had fallen upon a fully-armed planetary fortress.

A tremendous recoil came, and his four arms snapped in an instant.

Even his internal organs suffered serious damage.

And what frightened him even more was that after taking this hit, not only was there no injury on Su Heng’s body, but even the recoil seemed to disappear without a trace, quietly diffused.

“Not bad.” From amid the hazy light, Su Heng’s calm voice droned, as if rising with the lingering temple smoke, “Among the countless Demon Descendants I’ve killed, your technique ranks amongst the top.”

“Unfortunately, in the face of absolute power… it’s useless.”

Bang!

Before his words faded,

Su Heng reached out again, lightly slapping forward.

This palm landed on Arturo, seemingly effortlessly,

But the horrified expression on the latter’s face suddenly froze, and his body was defied gravity, fixed in mid-air.

Immediately after, a crackling sound came from Arturo. His muscles and skin burst inch by inch. His body seemed to vanish into thin air, leaving behind only a mass of organs and tangled arteries and nerves that could no longer support his own body. He collapsed to the ground in a rotten heap, filling the air with an exceptionally thick scent of blood.

Even in such a state,

The robust Life Force of a Demon Descendant kept Arturo’s Life Force clinging on.

But now, with his muscles dissolved and his Skeleton completely shattered, all that was left was a wriggling pile of organs and a bare brain.

He opened his mouth as if screaming something, but no sound came out. Natalie, watching her companion morph into such a gruesome form in the blink of an eye, was also utterly terrified.

She was originally following behind Arturo.

Now she had to change direction, her body leaping off the ground, attempting to escape through the broken sky window.

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But the entire temple was shrouded in Su Heng’s Gravity control; how could it be as she wished? Su Heng simply raised an eyebrow, glanced at her briefly. Then, millions of tons of Gravity instantly landed on Natalie.

As a female Demon Descendent, Natalie’s body was clad in leather, outlining her long, slender figure. Clearly, she was adept at speed and not the type of warrior to charge head-on.

Furthermore, she was completely unguarded.

In just a moment,

Natalie’s body suddenly burst with numerous blood lights, like a towel being wrung out forcefully.

The barely alive Natalie also fell to the ground, kneeling next to Arturo. The state of the two was not much different; both were equally miserable.

In fact, the strength of these two was not weak.

The fact that Su Heng still has some power to resist in his hands is indeed remarkable.

It is no wonder that some of the veteran Earth Immortal powerhouses didn’t even have a chance to make a sound before they were captured, packaged, and taken away.

After dealing with these two, Su Heng stepped forward unhurriedly, truly entering the somewhat desolate Great Hall before him. This ancient hall was built in imitation of the Spirit Mountain from mythical legends.

Right in front of Su Heng was the sculpture of Buddha Tathagata, with many Arhats on both sides.

At first glance, it seemed like there was no issue.

But upon a closer look, one would realize that these sculptures were all cast from flesh and blood.

Some even still breathed, their bodies covered in cassocks sewn from human skin, their mouths continuously opening and closing, chanting scriptures that Su Heng couldn’t understand.

The scarlet chaotic streams were like fog, churning under Su Heng’s feet.

He had spent a lot of thought on Demon Descendant culture and rituals, delving deep into them. Now, he detected some clues.

“This ritual seems to be for contacting a certain existence within the Immortal Sky,” Su Heng touched his chin, pondering, “Causing such a big commotion, these two must be after something significant.”

“In that case…”

Su Heng’s mind stirred, his fingers spread out, and his hand gently swept forward.

Following a rush of Power that initially formed a sphere before him, it then dispersed one after another, merging into the surrounding sculptures.

Subsequently, the chanting of scriptures became even louder, more vast, and eerie. Confident in his own martial prowess, Su Heng now predicted Arturo and others’ scheming. Yet instead of destroying the ritual, he tossed another ladle of oil onto the fire, fueling the blaze even further.

Swish!

As the sound reached its loudest.

Those Arhats all revealed fierce faces, tilting their heads upwards.

Veins surged on their foreheads, forming black vertical eyes protruding.

Then their flesh tore apart, and streams of dark red light converged together, rising against the stream like a reverse light waterfall, surging towards the sky.

Boom!

The entire temple, together with the surrounding mountains, shook violently.

The ceiling above crumbled, and a large amount of rubble and dust fell down.

Looking up, storm clouds gathered in the heavens, and with a dark red thunder striking down, the barrier leading to the Immortal Sky was briefly breached. A roughly ten-meter tall scarlet fissure appeared in the sky, and a sinister blood light dyed the entire forest a dark red. Soon after, a slightly ethereal, burly figure stepped out from within, and Su Heng also looked up.

Their gazes met.

Neither Su Heng nor the newcomer showed any change in expression.

Although time had passed since the incident, Su Heng’s memory was good.

Adding the special mental connection between them, Su Heng recognized the man’s origin from just a glance, “You are that sculpture’s master; I didn’t expect we would truly meet again.”

A light shone in Su Heng’s eyes.

His conversation with Ming Daoist had broadened his horizons considerably.

As spiritual power spread and they probed one another, he quickly noticed something about the giant.

“It seems that in these thousands of years, you’ve done quite well in the Immortal Sky, even stepping into this realm,” Su Heng muttered softly, a smile on his face, praising the giant with an experienced tone.

This Four-Armed Giant was Algres.

His gaze swept over the temple, and when he saw the tragic, gruesome remains of Arturo and Natalie.

Algres immediately realized what had happened before, and a serious expression appeared on his face.

“When I roamed this land in my heydays, your ancestors didn’t even know which animal pen they were being penned up in as food,” Algres extended a hand, and a Long Spear formed from spiritual power appeared in his left lower arm.

At this moment, the gleaming Long Spear was pointed at Su Heng.

He first coldly responded to Su Heng’s previous words, then threatened, “Your insolence won’t last much longer. The lives of my Demon Descendant Warriors will not be lost in vain; a blood debt must be paid with blood!”

“Then come at me!” Su Heng’s mouth curled into a grin, and at the same time, he flicked a ripple of Power toward Natalie.

Her severely damaged body began to Healing a little, regaining part of her sanity. She looked up at Algres, and a glimmer of hope flashed through her trembling beautiful eyes.

But then—

Ah ah ah ah!

An overwhelming onslaught of radiating light particles tortured every nerve of hers.

The intense agony that was indescribable by words rushed forth like a tidal wave.

Even a battle-hardened warrior like Natalie couldn’t bear it; biting her silver teeth until they shattered, her muscles spasmed uncontrollably, and she fell into a faint straight away.

Especially now, her body, black and red, resembled a cooked rabbit in the wilderness, devoid of the astonishing beauty from before, utterly tragic.

In front of her own eyes.

Her loyal and devoted warrior was subjected to such cruel torment.

Every single eye on Algres’s body opened wide, each one was cold as if dripping water.

“You will regret your actions, I swear,” Algres spoke coldly while stepping forward, bringing with him afterimages, charging towards Su Heng with the long spear in hand.

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