One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Chapter 498: Chapter 415: Princess Ji Huaxi, the Emperor Guards the Nation’s Gate!

"Kill!”

This is a hopeless situation, yet the Heavenly King still charges at the seven black suns in the sky with the courage to face death head-on, alone.

The scene is incredibly tragic, and the outcome is predictable.

There is no suspense.

The Chaotic Demon Pig lets out a series of eerie laughs, “Merely an ant, yet aspiring to test its might against the heavens, truly folly beyond measure.”

He and his third brother, the Golden-haired Fiend, strike together, each firing off a massive, furry hand.

...

The Heavenly King exhausts all his means.

He uses all kinds of secret techniques and Divine Skills, but even so, he cannot shake the two mountainous giant hands.

As the two Destruction Great Power Level beings exert their force, the luminescence on his body dims bit by bit, his skeleton cracks loudly, and his body continually twists and deforms.

Puchi!

The most brutal thing happens.

In front of all the warriors in the fortress, the Heavenly King is torn in half alive.

The Golden-haired Fiend and Chaotic Demon Pig chew on the Heavenly King’s Martial Bone Blood Essence with loud crunching noises, their mouths dripping with blood.

"Not a bad taste, quite chewy,” the Chaotic Demon Pig laughs heartily, “Although the portion is small, it makes a decent appetizer.”

"Now we need to save room for Emperor Wu’s bone marrow later, that will be the feast,” Daoist Crane speaks up, his disguise now shed, revealing his massive true form with a wingspan of over a hundred meters, his eyes bloody red. Standing atop the fortress and gazing into the sky, he looks like two blood moons hanging high, chilling to the bone, causing one’s entire body to go numb.

"The senior speaks truth, to indulge in the flesh and blood of our enemies, there is no greater pleasure in this world,” the Silver Demon Bird says with a greedy look, smiling broadly.

This group is extremely arrogant.

The real battle has yet to begin, yet they already regard the entire dynasty as their meal awaiting consumption.

Of course, the united front of seven Destruction Great Power Level beings is indeed unprecedented, a true sign of Doomsday, bringing despair.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!” the Immortal Corpse King roars. His realm had plummeted when Emperor Wu led a massive army to shatter the world where he once proved himself a being of Destruction Great Power Level. Then, after reincarnating in the lower realm, he was pounded to death by Su Heng. Suffering continuous defeats over the centuries, if it were not for his ancient origins and profound depth, he might have fallen in realm by now. 𐍂ἈɴO͍ＢЁŠ

Among all present.

The Immortal Corpse King’s hatred is the most intense and blazing, like a fierce fire that can no longer be tolerated.

"I will flatten the last barrier!” The Immortal Corpse King strikes, throwing a powerful punch that booms against the barrier.

A full-force blow from a being of Destruction Great Power Level, boundless in strength. The barrier, as thick as the Yellow Earth, violently trembles, surging up and down while the fortress itself shakes, vast cracks spreading.

"Did it hold?”

Inside Yellow Earth Fortress, some look up at the sky.

The defensive barrier in the heavens, despite several violent quivers and nearly fading light, ultimately remains stubbornly in place, dissolving that previous blow.

"No, it didn’t, run!” someone quickly realizes something is amiss.

An ancient and rotten power has already crept into the heart of the fortress unnoticed.

Heavenly Contract Masters operating the Formation nodes are infected, their bodies covered in green hair, stinking of decay, directly transformed into zombie puppets.

"Pop!”

Without the Heavenly Contract Masters’ control.

The fortress’s Formation becomes mere decoration, and the barrier maintains only for a moment before completely shattering.

"Kill!”

With a malicious laugh, Daoist Crane presses forward.

—Night falls.

This fortress was once the hope of the new empire, but now, it only brings despair.

Some struggle to climb over the walls, fighting for a slim chance of survival.

But as Daoist Crane merely flaps his wings and sweeps by, his enormous shadow piercing through the clouds, bringing with it the scent of burning and death.

The fierce air currents roar, and a black tornado instantly forms within the fortress. Some struggle to resist, but the massive figure and the savage presence make their hands too weak to draw their bows.

Daoist Crane perches on the city wall.

He takes a deep breath, then exhales black flames.

The flames merge with the spinning tornado, forming an enormous fire tornado blotting out the sky.

In the blink of an eye, the fortress, once housing over a hundred thousand elite troops, is reduced to a desolate ruin, filled with howling corpses and roaming zombies.

Even if some people hide in underground tunnels trying to survive.

The oncoming wave of demons will also inundate everything, sweeping away the last breath of life from all survivors.

"Let’s go!”

Daoist Crane, with a cold smile on his face, retracts his gaze.

Turning around, behind Yellow Earth Fortress is a blazing white light; the scent of Royal City’s prosperity wafts out.

From within, Daoist Crane smells the crying of young people, the despair of men and women, the numbness of the old. The impending doom of a dynasty, and most enticing of all, the rotten blood scent of his enemies.

"I have waited far too long for this day Daoist Crane inhales deeply, managing to subdue the boiling killing intent slightly.

He hesitates no longer.

Spreading his wings, he flies forward in a hunting swoop.

With the wind at his back, his monstrous figure quickly vanishes into the towering white light ahead, disappearing.

"The Empire’s land is vast, but not an inch can be spared!”

When Zhou Taizu established the dynasty, he faced a complete mess.

Internally, due to hundreds of years of continual wars, the people suffered unspeakable miseries, and the land was left in tatters, while externally, there were powerful enemies lurking, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

At that time, the Mythical Battlefield further expanded over the Central State Plain, and a large number of demons surged out.

Amidst internal strife and external threats,

Many high officials at the time persuaded Taizu to relocate the nation to the north, leaving behind a relatively safe buffer zone.

But Zhou Taizu decisively refused and, despite massive pressure from both within and without, forcibly established the Yellow Earth Fortress right in the midst of the Mythical Battlefield.

The Mythical Battlefield was a double-edged sword thrust into the heart of the empire.

On the one hand, the immense survival pressure it brought forced the Zhou Dynasty to think of every possible means and desperately develop its military strength over a thousand years.

Three generations of emperors were all outstanding figures, especially the current Emperor Wu, whose cultivation had reached profound levels, incomprehensible and unfathomable.

But the downside was also evident; once the Mythical Battlefield was breached. The overwhelming demon army could almost effortlessly penetrate directly, striking the empire’s command center.

Such an occurrence spelled that the empire was on the brink of life and death.

And unfortunately,

At this very moment, such a desperate situation was unfolding.

The usually solemn and stately Imperial Palace of the Imperial City was now in utter chaos.

Fire blazed fiercely, thick smoke billowed and rose upward, staining the sky with a dense blackness.

With a “boom”, one of the Coiled Dragon Pillars in the palace complex was burned into two sections, immediately causing a chain reaction, with large sections of beams and tiles collapsing, dust filling the air, and the ground beneath felt noticeably shaking.

A large number of palace maids and eunuchs, their faces filled with panic and disarray.

Some clutching treasures in their arms, burst out from those temple-like grand palaces, running toward the direction away from the Imperial City.

Outside the Taihe Palace, on the white marble plaza,

Statuesque Golden Armor Forbidden Army soldiers stood, armed with long spears, exuding an atmosphere of unmovable might and formidable presence.

These Imperial Guards were the elite of the elite, having followed Emperor Wu on campaigns across the Eternal Heavens, slaying countless powerful Demon Gods. When they formed up to face the enemy, even those of Destruction Great Power Level could barely hold their ground for a short time.

Bang!

The Third Prince, with a stature like a mountain, emerged from an archway.

A young palace maid ran into him head-on.

As she stopped and looked up, recognizing who was before her, despair instantly spread across the maid’s face.

She opened her mouth, but before she could plead for mercy, the Scepter in the Third Prince’s hand mercilessly smashed down, and her body exploded into a myriad of scattering blood and fluids, splashing onto the floor in front.

Standing in front of these Imperial Guards, the Third Prince’s face was gloomy, his voice low as he said, “As the heir to the empire, I command you to leave with me.”

Whoosh!

Blistering winds mixed with flying ashes blew in from the burning great hall, and in response to the Third Prince was a chilling silence.

The Third Prince gritted his teeth, his face flushing red with anger. He grabbed the head of the Imperial Guards by his armor, hoisting him up with one hand, and roared out an order, “I ordered you to obey my commands, are you planning to rebel?!”

A hint of reaction finally appeared on the iron-like face of the head of the Imperial Guards.

He moved his lips, replying in a voice devoid of any emotion, “We carry out the will of the Emperor.”

"Hisss

The Third Prince felt a surge of immense fury rising within him.

He tossed the head of the Imperial Guards down and paced back and forth, dragging his scepter along the ground.

Then he stopped, looked into the eyes of that member of the Imperial Guards, and said, “My father is currently in seclusion for the life-death trial, but he has not yet emerged. If he doesn’t make it out, are you just going to stand here and wait for death?”

"If father dies, they would stay here and continue to fight until they have given their lives unreservedly.”

A slightly cold voice came through.

The Third Prince took a deep breath, lifted his head, and saw in the distance, beneath the burning palace, stood a tall figure holding a Phoenix Spear and clad in Phoenix Armor.

The meticulous craftsmanship of the armor did not make the woman look bulky at all; instead, it outlined her near-perfect body curves. Her hair was a bright red, and on her back were a pair of similarly crimson Flame Phoenix Wings. Her entire being blazed with vigorous flames. Yet, her fair, jade-like face conveyed a cold and distant feeling.

This stark contrast between her appearance and personality made her unforgettable to anyone who laid eyes on her.

Among the billions of people in the entire Empire.

There was only one woman who could possess such a demeanor.

It was none other than his exemplary older sister, who had always overshadowed him, Princess Ji Huaxi of the Empire.

"How is it, have you come to mock me?” The Third Prince narrowed his eyes, saying coldly.

Their relationship used to be decent when they were younger, but as they grew, the divide between them became deeper.

Especially after the Crown Prince’s demise, the Third Prince had become the heir to the Empire. Whenever he looked at his sister, who always seemed superior, he felt an inexplicable irritation. Sometimes, upon hearing the servants’ discussions, lamenting that the Princess, being a woman, was not suitable to inherit the great authority, the Third Prince felt anger rising from his heart. Coupled with the fact that this once close sister now evoked disdain and fear within him.

"I don’t have such leisure and comfort Ji Huaxi seemed to sigh lightly and said, “Escaping is futile. The blood of the Emperor runs through our veins, and those monsters will not let us go.”

"Heh, you speak as if it’s easy,” The Third Prince scoffed, “What’s the alternative then? To stay here and meet an even worse death?”

Ji Huaxi’s demeanor immediately turned stern, proudly declaring, “As children of the Emperor, even if we fall, we should die at the gates of our country. Only in this way can we live up to the legacy of our ancestors!”

"Ha-ha-ha!”

Upon hearing these words, the Third Prince burst out laughing.

"Wrong, absolutely wrong!” The Third Prince looked askance at his sister, saying, “You’ve got one thing wrong. I am the heir to this Empire, I am the future of the Empire… I am the Empire! Only if I live, does the Empire have hope. If I die, then everything is lost.”

"You fool, if you’re willing to stay here and die, then you’d better buy me as much time as possible.” The Third Prince sneered.

No longer hesitating, he turned and walked away, leaving a broad back to Ji Huaxi.

BOOM!

He hadn’t gone two steps,

When he heard a huge, heavy scraping sound from behind, as if a large gate was opening.

The Third Prince froze on the spot, turning around inch by inch. Then he saw a figure slowly walking out from the palpable darkness of the Taihe Palace.

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