One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

The aura emanating from this old monk astonishingly reached the Dharma Realm!

Leveraging the numerous legacies and inscriptions left in the Hundred Buddha Temple, with a strike that burned his own spirit, energy, and essence to the fullest, he was unmistakably on par with an empire’s king in his heyday. Even Su Heng hadn’t imagined that such a living Buddha still existed in the desolate and poverty-stricken Skull Plain.

Moreover, without any official biography, not a single person in the seven provinces of Jiang-E had heard of him over hundreds of years, nor was there any relevant information.

Before this.

The old monk presented himself with a compassionate demeanor.

Even when openly provoked by the likes of Yuan Tianshu, he merely repelled them without dealing a killing blow.

But now, faced with Su Heng, this old monk didn’t bother probing or issuing warnings. Instead, his first move displayed thunderous methods. A sense of tangible crisis, black and terrifying like an exploding wave, instantly burst forth in Su Heng’s heart.

His pupils trembled, not out of fear, but excitement.

"How long has it been since I’ve faced an opponent worth killing like you?" Su Heng suddenly looked upward, his eyes blazing with an intense desire for battle like a torch ablaze. The corners of his mouth twitched, spreading across his face into a manic grin, "But this level of skill, it’s not enough, far from enough!"

Along with this burst of wild laughter, Su Heng’s body began to inflate and distort rapidly.

Waves of unruly, brutal, black and terrifying power surged in all directions like a tide. Along the way, the grand Buddha statues, the auspicious lights from the golden lotuses, and many other marvelous phenomena, all trembled violently.

Heavenly light dimmed, and Yin Wind howled.

Then it even swept up the remnants of the buildings, creating an apocalyptic storm of dust.

Within the black dust storm, Su Heng first returned to his original form, then entered the Domineering State. After that, his second heart thundered, pumping out vast amounts of high-heat energy from his energy storage glands. Bundles of golden light, sharp as swords, pierced through the gaps in the dark Scale Armor.

Interweaving on Su Heng’s body into a network, the tidal waves of energy surged and swelled with his deep breaths.

Finally spreading to Su Heng’s left arm.

Bang!

His five fingers, transformed into dragon claws, clenched fiercely.

Veins on his arm swelled to their limits, resembling serpentine dragons, extending all the way to his neck.

In his giant claws, a dazzling brilliance of golden light burst forth, as if a miniature sun was gripped mercilessly in the hands of this terrifying demon.

The nameless old monk seemed to sense the grave danger emanating from Su Heng. His expression changed slightly, and then even more power and spiritual force gushed out from his crown, pouring into the colossal Tathagata behind him. The various legacies within the Hundred Buddha Temple chanted sutras in unison, resonating with him.

Majestic light, like a tidal wave, shook the earth and rent the sky. Many surviving pagodas and prayer wheels took to the sky.

Halos spanned thousands of feet, with colorful auspicious signs by the thousands. Everything revolved around the Tathagata Dharma Realm, making Him seem as if He were at the center of the entire world, creating a pure land, suppressing all, with an aura growing more terrifyingly powerful to the extreme.

Gazing at the terrifying Buddha’s light in the sky, and the Buddhas looking down coldly and indifferently from above.

Su Heng’s hair whipped wildly as he laughed maniacally.

"With this punch I deliver, all heavenly deities and Buddhas shall bow to me!"

Roar!

A roar erupted.

The punch, charged to its peak, suddenly exploded towards the sky.

That punch was so dazzling that it was as if all the light in the world had been absorbed by it, turning it into the only luminescence. The dazzling light from the punch first pierced through the giant Buddha’s palm, then plunged into the brow of the Tathagata, and finally, the power contained within detonated explosively.

Bang Bang Bang Bang!

The exaggerated and horrific scene looked as if a hundred thousand apocalyptic thunders had all been dropped at once.

The head of the Tathagata Dharma Realm was obliterated and vaporized first, exposing the clear blue sky to Su Heng’s vision. Then, the astonishingly powerful explosion moved like a rolling thunderstorm, pressurizing the air and forming one shockwave after another.

The hovering Buddha statues, pagodas, prayer flags, and various visions in the sky, along with many other phenomena, were all submerged and instantly destroyed, turning to dust.

The massive force warped the air, pressing down from the sky.

The ground beneath trembled, and the surrounding plates rose and tore apart. Then the immense explosion flattened them again and scattered them, transforming into a fearsome sandstorm across the vast plains of the Skull Plain. The numerous Yuan Family knights encamped outside the Hundred Buddha Temple realized the danger at the very first moment.

Giant wolves howled, Yuan Tianshu shouted loudly.

Tens of thousands of people swiftly turned around and ran wildly in the direction away from the Hundred Buddha Temple.

The vast land trembled endlessly like a beating heart as seismic waves radiated outward at an even faster pace. Many of Yuan Family’s warhorses, pure-blooded demon beasts of formidable build, were now paralyzed with fear on the ground, foaming at the mouth, with excrement flying about behind them.

Yuan Tianshu felt his knees give out and he collapsed to the ground, facing upwards. He rolled over, not caring about the dust and filth on his body, and looked back. The rolling sandstorm was like a tidal wave, obscuring the sky and rushing forward at an unbelievable speed, the sensation of it scraping across his face was like that of sharp little knives.

Banners whipped in the wind beside him, and continuously people were blown away, screaming. The scene before his eyes was sheer chaos.

"This is too exaggerated!" Caught in the midst of the storm, Yuan Tianshu felt his adrenaline surge, his heart pounding fiercely.

After a good while, the storm gradually subsided.

It was then that he lowered his arms, gasping heavily, drenched in sweat as if he had endured a great battle. Looking around, the military formation was a mess, with all kinds of military weapons and horses scattered about; occasionally, a fully armed Great Knight would scream as he fell from the sky and hit the ground with a dull thud.

Fortunately, these men were elite and robust, with no meager cultivation.

Even if they fell from a height of several hundred meters, at most they would suffer broken bones and tendons, rather than losing their lives on the spot.

"This is damn too exaggerated!" Yuan Tianshu commented again, swallowing a mouthful of saliva, "Such destructive power, it’s really a natural disaster. The saying ’when immortals fight, mortals suffer’ couldn’t be more accurate."

Only now did he slowly recover his senses, yet he couldn’t help but worry. If this was the situation here, what would the scene look like at the center of the explosion? Was that big shot currently in a safe condition?

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When Su Heng threw that punch,

The entire Hundred Buddha Temple was simply erased from this world, becoming history.

Bright sunlight streamed through the unobstructed sky, scattering down in patches. As a large amount of waste heat was expelled from the gaps in his Scale Armor, Su Heng’s body emitted a "hissing" sound. His body was like a furnace, quickly raising the temperature around him, distorting the air and forming a blaze of white smoke.

After a deep breath, Su Heng’s heart gradually slowed its beating. He stepped forward, his heavy body leaving a trail of deep footprints in the soft sand.

The old monk remained in the posture of throwing a punch.

Around him, a Buddha pagoda, a Bodhi Tree, and under the shadow of the Bodhi Tree, a patch of grass and a few flowers.

What remained of the grand Hundred Buddha Temple were these inconspicuous things which miraculously survived, safeguarded by the old monk’s supreme Mana. The old monk bore no apparent wounds, but with that punch, all his spirit, energy, and essence were completely drained. Experience new stories on

What was left was merely an aged husk.

Su Heng gently tapped his finger on the old monk’s forehead, a breeze blew by, and the old monk’s body turned to ashes and dispersed inch by inch. His gray monk’s robe, patched all over, fell softly to the grass.

Next to the Bodhi Tree, colorful lights rippled like ribbons, dazzlingly beautiful under the sunlight’s refraction. Su Heng’s gaze lingered on it for a moment before reaching out his hand, his deformed dragon claw gently touching the lustrous light.

The colored light suddenly dispersed, turning into countless fine golden dots.

Then these dots circled in the air before coming to rest on Su Heng’s hand, forming a small golden lotus about the size of a bowl.

The lotus was exquisitely transparent, as if carved from jade. Every line and detail on it was vividly realistic. As he drew closer, Su Heng could even catch a faint, lingering fragrance.

This golden lotus was a Condensation of the old monk’s spiritual power.

He had absorbed, digested, and summarized the many legacies of the Hundred Buddha Temple, eventually forming this object. This lotus was indeed a legacy intended for Su Heng by the old monk. However, he thought Su Heng’s killing intent was too heavy and wanted to convert him with Buddhist teachings.

In the end, he was not successful.

As for the lotus left behind, which contained knowledge and power of Condensation, it was very useful to Su Heng. And with the protection of the Seed of Destruction’s invasive powers, Su Heng wasn’t worried about any trickery left behind by the old monk affecting him.

Without much consideration, Su Heng opened his perception and absorbed it through the Heavenly Demon Transformation Technique.

The golden lotus had twenty-four petals, and each petal contained spiritual power comparable to an ancient Buddha statue. As each petal withered and dispersed, Su Heng’s spiritual power rapidly increased. A lot of knowledge contained within was also being slowly captured and absorbed by Su Heng.

Among this knowledge was the Three-Headed and Six-Armed Divine Power Su Heng had long coveted and the Tathagata Divine Palm that the old monk had spent hundreds of years studying.

Its content could be described as vast.

It was as if a large-scale library had been engraved into Su Heng’s memory.

Whenever he needed it, he could consult it at will. But to fully grasp all this knowledge in a short period of time was definitely impossible—even with the help of the attribute panel, because mastering a Secret Technique or Divine Skills from beginner to complete perfection required a significant amount of attribute points.

It was only after scanning through it roughly that Su Heng began to realize just how incredible the old monk’s comprehension was.

More than three hundred legacies within the Hundred Buddha Temple.

An ordinary person could consider it remarkable to master one during their lifetime.

Yet the old monk had mastered them all, even able to integrate these legacies and condense them into a single Tathagata Divine Palm.

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