One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Atop a high tower within the inner city of Baihua County.

Accompanied by a flash of icy blue light, the air twisted and blurred.

Zhou Guiyu, the Deputy Governor of the Demon Suppression Bureau, appeared on this tower top, clad in a black robe that billowed in the strong wind.

He gazed at the Green Spirit Demon King, who was surrounded by countless swirling currents of air and suspended in mid-air, her expression stern.

Zhou Guiyu's face was extremely grim.

"The collaboration between the noble families and the demons has reached such an extent that even the Demon King personally takes action. This is going to be troublesome!" he said.

He glanced downward.

Instantly, he detected more than a dozen demonic auras within the city.

As for the Sky Demon Alliance's demonic servants, shadow creatures, and half-demon martial artists, their numbers were too great to count.

All of Baihua County.

It was a scene of demons running wild and ghosts roaming at night—a terrifying spectacle.

Many elders, disciples, and stewards of the Demon Suppression Bureau responded one after another, engaging in desperate battles with the demons.

In midair, the Green Spirit Demon King's gaze lowered, clearly aware of Zhou Guiyu's presence.

"She has spotted me!"

Zhou Guiyu's heart chilled, and he dared not be negligent.

He gathered his scattered attention from the chaotic battlefield, his gaze becoming solemn as he decisively chose to strike first.

Whiz, whiz, whiz!

Droplets of water condensed out of thin air.

They continuously stretched and transformed, forming hundreds of ice cones inch by inch.

Each ice cone, wrapped in formidable force, shot out like bullets from a sniper rifle toward the Green Spirit Demon King, a kilometer away.

"Is this all the Deputy Governor of the Demon Suppression Bureau is capable of?" Facing such an attack, the Green Spirit Demon King's expression was cold.

She slightly shook her head, her face even showing a hint of disappointment.

Crack!

Within ten meters of her vicinity.

The ice cones froze mid-air, suspended.

Ground down by the wind wall that enveloped the Green Spirit Demon King, they crackled, shattered, and vanished from sight.

The Green Spirit Demon King's figure swayed gracefully, her fingers flicking lightly.

Swish!

A Wind Blade suddenly formed.

At first, it was only three to five centimeters in diameter, seemingly harmless.

However, as it flew through the air, it continually drew power from its surroundings, growing and expanding until it became a massive vortex hundreds of meters in diameter right in front of Zhou Guiyu.

Zhou Guiyu's black hair whipped wildly about, and the hem of his long robe behind him slapped against his face, flapping loudly.

He pushed off the ground, exploding with force.

Yet his body, drawn by the vortex, had its trajectory altered and slowed down perceptibly.

By the time he regained his senses, the massive Wind Blade was already strikingly present before him!

Crrrack!

A loud noise resounded.

Zhou Guiyu's body, along with the tower behind him,

Were both severed in half by the Wind Blade, a deep gash appearing on the ground.

The tower collapsed thunderously, and from within came screams of horror. This tower was an arsenal within Baihua County, home to many soldiers and civilians. Now all met their doom, either torn apart by the hurricane or buried under the rubble, leaving not a single survivor.

"The desperate cries of mortals on the brink of death are truly delightful..." the Green Spirit Demon King murmured as she casually flicked a lock of hair behind her ear.

She licked her lips, a captivating flush spreading across her pale cheeks.

"Hmm?"

The Green Spirit Demon King's gaze sharpened.

Suddenly, she discovered that Zhou Guiyu, who had just been sliced in half, had not perished.

His severed upper and lower halves transformed into liquid, recondensing together, twisting and morphing back to their original form.

However, Zhou Guiyu's complexion had turned much paler, and there was even a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Clearly, this method imposed a great toll on him and was not to be used lightly.

"Interesting!" The Green Spirit Demon King gently lowered the hand that she had held by her ear, chuckling lightly, "You do have a strong will to live, but you are just a slightly tougher ant."

"Struggle all you want… bring me as much amusement as possible."

In the end,

Her voice grew colder and more ethereal,

Like a distant, aloof, and merciless ancient deity looking down upon all living beings.

The hurricane dispersed the last wisp of thin cloud in the sky as the crisp, cold moonlight shone down. The Green Spirit Demon King spread her arms wide, her fingers sweeping forward. Behind her, more than a dozen giant Wind Blades twisted into shape instantly. With a sharp, piercing howl, they crashed down on Zhou Guiyu like a landslide and tidal wave!

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"Who dares to intrude on the Demon Suppression Tower!"

"A demon!? How could there be a demon escaping from the Demon Suppression Tower; what is going on!"

"Kill!"

Inside the Demon Suppression Tower.

The Wolf King and Zhou Batong had barely taken a few steps when they were surrounded and attacked.

Each steward disciple, upon seeing the Wolf King's burly, dark figure swaggering down the corridor, was initially shocked, disbelieving.

But as they came to their senses, they attacked without a second word.

Boom!

Sword Qi and gusts of wind roared.

Rushing toward the Wolf King like a tidal wave.

Unfortunately, the disparity between them was simply too great.

The Wolf King, a Fierce-level Great Demon, corresponded to the strength of family heads and deputy governors of the Demon Suppression Bureau.

Moreover,

Fierce-level Demons possessed a powerful killer feature like the demonic barrier.

The disciples and stewards of the Demon Suppression Tower seemed formidable in appearance, but their efforts were like mere stones in the tide, having no significant effect on the Wolf King.

"Hahaha!" The Bull Demon King roared with laughter, his body expanding inch by inch, covered in a layer of crimson, twisted demonic aura.

Bang!

He stomped forcefully with his foot.

His body charged forward like an armored tank.

Along the way, anything he encountered, whether it was barriers set up or disciples too slow to dodge, all exploded on the spot, leaving no bones, turning into drifting blood mist.

In an instant, the entire first floor of the Demon Suppression Tower quieted down, leaving only the sounds of wailing and gasping for breath.

Zhou Batong's eyes twinkled with a smile as he followed behind the Bull Demon King.

In his hand, he held a rather tacky, large golden broadsword.

It seemed as if it were cast from gold.

Even in the darkness, it was dazzling, shining brightly.

Pfft!

A golden arc flashed.

Zhou Batong beheaded the disciples who had miraculously survived and were still struggling, then gave each a kick, ensuring they were dead beyond doubt.

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"The Demon Suppression Tower has nine floors in total; the lower four floors contain insignificant riff-raff."

Zhou Batong came to the Bull Demon King's side and said, "We need to hurry to the upper four floors; that's where the main show is. Releasing those guys will definitely give the Demon Suppression Bureau a severe headache!"

"Wahaha." The Bull Demon King laughed heartily, "After tonight, whether the Demon Suppression Bureau still exists is still up in the air!"

"The Demon King speaks the truth." Zhou Batong smiled and echoed from the side.

The two continued forward.

The Bull Demon King was burly and heavy, and his running was thunderous.

As he ran along the pre-arranged route, he wondered, "Both the upper and lower four floors of the Demon Suppression Bureau contain demons, but what about the fifth floor, what exactly is that?"

"The fifth floor of the Demon Suppression Bureau is where the elders live," Zhou Batong replied.

"Elders..." The Bull Demon King's eyes widened, breathing heavily, "The Demon Suppression Tower Master who killed the Wolf King and the White Deer Demon King, is he also on this floor!?"

"Exactly!" Zhou Batong nodded, his voice grave.

Su Heng had killed Hong Wendao that day, and Zhou Batong was also present at the scene.

Having witnessed Su Heng's ferocious demeanor firsthand, combined with the opponent's unbelievably exaggerated battle record, Zhou Batong's words inside and out revealed considerable wariness.

"Do you remember what the Green Spirit Demon King tasked us with? Don't act rashly if you encounter that guy," Zhou Batong warned anxiously.

"I understand, I understand," the Bull Demon King laughed loudly, "I, Old Bull, am the cleverest one in our area."

Hiss...

Upon hearing the words 'the cleverest.'

Zhou Batong's right eyelid twitched fiercely, and a foreboding feeling suddenly surged in his heart.

Bang!

The two burst through a large door.

Amid the flying wood chips, they had already reached the fifth floor of the Demon Suppression Tower.

In a spacious room before the stairway corner, there was a huge square martial training ground.

On the training ground, a burly elderly man with white hair sat cross-legged, beside him lay a rusty, old copper mace.

It seemed he had heard the noise from outside.

The elderly man slowly raised his head, opened his eyes, and two streaks of blood light appeared in the darkness.

"Something's off about this guy's aura, be careful!" Zhou Batong's expression darkened slightly, sensing a hint of threat from Zhao Zongwu.

He was just about to speak when the Barbarian Bull Demon King let out a wild roar.

"Fooling around with your tricks, eh?" The Barbarian Bull Demon King charged forward, growing increasingly arrogant and agitated.

It bellowed, "Watch me tear you apart alive, old cow!"

Boom!

The floor beneath its feet explosively burst open.

Sharp horns topped with a layer of metallic cold light on its head, its body inhaled and swelled, driving a fierce wind and turning into a blurry afterimage, bursting forward with a crash.

Bang!

Zhao Zongwu's body flickered, and he grasped a bronze mace that was by his side.

He swung it up, then smashed it down.

Hum!

The demon king's bullish body was actually stopped in its tracks.

The crimson demonic barrier attached to its body flickered intensely and then burst open with a pop.

Right between the two horns on its forehead, a visibly crimson lump emerged, oozing blood, covering its entire head.

The platform beneath Song Zongwu's feet collapsed and crumbled, kicking up dust.

But his body was like it was cast from bronze and iron, unmovable.

Amidst the dust.

Zhao Zongwu's whole presence emitted a strong, bloodthirsty aura, with ripples forming and dispersing under his feet.

Seeing the Barbarian Bull Demon King about to go berserk again, Zhou Batong's heart suddenly trembled.

He quickly pushed with his hand, "I'll handle him, you go ahead with the plan and release the demons on the fourth floor of the Demon Suppression Tower."

"Alright!" This time, the Barbarian Bull Demon King agreed with a grunt.

The two momentarily separated.

The Barbarian Bull Demon King proceeded alone, but the structure of the fifth floor was different from the lower four.

Plus, Zhao Zongwu's blow had really packed a punch. It had dazed the Barbarian Bull Demon King, making him stagger like a drunk, unsteady on his feet. It wandered around the fifth floor for quite some time without finding the stairs to the sixth floor and instead ended up in a huge office with floor-to-ceiling windows.

The windows had been shredded in the aftermath of a previous demon king's battle, and the wild wind and the cold moonlight poured in from outside.

On a broad clothes rack.

A pure white, huge wolf fur cloak fluttered up and down.

Sensing the familiar scent on the wolf fur, the Barbarian Bull Demon King sobered up.

Its eyes widened in fury, its fists creaking, "It's the Wolf King's fur, brother, you've died a terrible death!"

"So... this must be the Demon Suppression Tower Master's room!"

The Barbarian Bull Demon King stopped, looking around.

Seeing a large door in the corner, with patches of white ash under it, it appeared to have been recently hewn.

"This door is..." the Barbarian Bull Demon King stepped forward, extending a hand to touch it.

Snap!

But just then.

A large hand clapped on his waist, "What are you doing here!?"

The Barbarian Bull Demon King looked down to see it was Zhou Batong, who had just hurried back, his face sweaty and panting heavily.

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