One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Seeing the smile on Su Heng's face, Ji Huaxi suddenly felt a chill surge in her heart.

Thunder rumbled outside the window, and the flickering red light, diffused through the agate-studded panes, scattered inside.

Ji Huaxi bit her lip. When speaking these words, Su Heng had never considered whether she would refuse. It's as if everything uttered from his mouth was an absolute truth that followed a sacred decree—his words inevitably became reality as soon as they were spoken.

But then she thought back to the scene on the battlefield.

With that kind of strength, Su Heng certainly had the confidence to do as he pleased.

"I didn't mean it that way." Ji Huaxi sighed softly, looking up and earnestly said, "Given the current situation, the Imperial has no reason to exist anymore."

She and her brother were not the same; she was not obsessed with power.

Whether Su Heng became the new Emperor of the Imperial or established a new country on this land.

Ji Huaxi didn't care either way and was willing to offer all the help she could provide. This was also the main reason Ji Huaxi came to see Su Heng—the farce should come to an end, and there should also be a new beginning.

But what she had never expected was.

Su Heng shook his head and said, "No!"

A scorching breath came face to face, and Su Heng's broad chest appeared in front of her.

A powerful, strong hand gently brushed her cheek and lifted the loose strands of hair to tuck behind her ear.

The Princess's complexion was cold and smooth, like the finest jade, whereas the other's fingers resembled rough, red-hot copper pillars. At the touch, Ji Huaxi only felt as if she were targeted by a savage beast in the forest, an electrifying sensation running through her body. She froze completely, unable to move, with only her pupils quivering slightly, casting ripples.

"Ji Xuance is dead, but you're still here. From now on, you are the ruler of the Imperial," Su Heng withdrew his fingers, looking at Ji Huaxi as if she were a piece of precious and splendid jewelry, a satisfied expression on his face. He said, "But here, you are my servant, the extension of my will. You must carry out the orders I give. Understand?"

"But..."

Su Heng cut off Ji Huaxi's words, coldly saying, "No buts, this is an order."

Ji Huaxi's breath caught, "I understand."

"Mm, go," Su Heng nodded, "First clean up the mess in Central State, and if there are any requests later, I will send someone to contact you."

Ji Huaxi bowed slightly toward Su Heng, took two steps backward, until she reached the middle of the temple, then turned and left.

When she reached the porch, the huge bronze doors before her opened.

Outside, a few more people came.

Two rows of people passed by each other, with Li Hongxiu leading one row.

The two of them seemed a bit surprised, but still nodded to each other politely.

Ji Huaxi noticed Ban Poluo and two stout Dragon Guards following behind Li Hongxiu. The Dragon Guards were holding a heavy dark-iron chain, which was tied to the face of a lean Demon Descendant youth. The youth's skin was dark, his ears sharp, hair in disarray, and in those brown eyes carried an intimidating hatred.

She had no fondness for Demon Descendants but couldn't help feeling a touch of emotion. Ji Huaxi left the temple directly, and as she looked at the vast expanse of the Blood Realm sky and the huge Flying Dragon soaring amidst the clouds, she felt the oppressive weight slightly dissipate from her heart. She sighed lightly and vanished from the square in front of the temple with a flash.

...

Inside the temple.

Su Heng looked at the Demon Descendant youth brought by Li Hongxiu, feeling a little puzzled, "What's this?"

"In these days, we have conducted a search across the whole continent. This is the last remaining Demon Descendant in this world." Li Hongxiu replied, with a smile on her face, "I thought it would be more ceremonious if I let the master deal with it."

"You really do bring me some unexpected pleasures." Su Heng chuckled, but also found Li Hongxiu's idea interesting.

As a reward, he reached out and touched her smooth, supple hair.

Bang!

Just at that moment.

The relaxed chain suddenly tightened.

The Demon Descendant youth suddenly opened his mouth, revealing fangs from behind deep purple lips.

The fangs gleamed coldly, evidently carrying a bloodline's potent venom, biting at Su Heng's sturdy wrist.

The Demon Descendant youth appeared emaciated, but the burst of strength was not to be underestimated, like a hunting lion, even casting a residual image in the air.

The iron chain clanked, and even the Dragon Guard holding the leash swayed slightly. But those war machines remodeled by Su Heng had no mercy and responded swiftly; one arm forced the Demon Descendant youth still. Then another Dragon Guard quickly stepped forward, pinning him to the ground, forcing him to kneel before Su Heng.

Fresh blood oozed out from his lips due to the severe friction between the chain and neck.

He cursed bitterly, "My ancestors will curse you in Purgatory. One day, you will be scorched by fire, devoured by vultures, flayed and deboned. The Demon Descendants will never be extinguished!"

Pfft!

He took a deep breath with the intention of spitting a mouthful of blood-tinged saliva at Su Heng.

But the attempt was unsuccessful, with a crisp snap, the Dragon Guard next to him dislocated his jaw.

He could no longer speak; but even so, the boy still glared at him with eyes filled with hatred, as if they held flames that could Ignite the world.