One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Chapter 270: 217: Demon God’s Flesh, Rising No More

```Boom!

The purple-red flesh was swallowed by Su Heng as he tilted his head back.

He felt like lightning exploded on his taste buds, spreading through his body in an instant.

Su Heng’s muscular body jolted, and his eyes shone as intensely as

"Heh," Su Heng chuckled coldly, "Soon you will be kneeling before me, begging to answer my questions."

"Ignorant fool, daring to spout such madness in my presence."

Though the Bloodvine Lord was a plant-like demonic creature that had reached enlightenment, he had an extremely volatile temper, and at this moment he was boiling with anger, "I’ll see that I don’t strangle you—"

The dust behind Su Heng gradually dissipated.

In the corridor, the remains of hundreds, if not thousands, of Demon Gods piled up like a mountain. Especially the two hundred-meter-long centipede-like abnormalities, which even in death—leaving behind nothing but bare bones and carapaces—still exuded an intensely chilling aura.

Unlike Su Heng.

There are lords in the Demon Country who practice using these remnants of Demon Gods.

The Bloodvine Lord did not follow this path but was aware of the formidable strength of these creatures.

They had extreme vitality, bones as hard as steel, and their contamination was highly troublesome. Even lords could suffer greatly if they clashed with these creatures unawares—they might sustain damage to their cultivation or even die on the spot, with their paths annihilated.

But now, these remnants of Demon Gods had been slaughtered indiscriminately, and the remains of those two massive centipede-like abnormalities lay among them.

Su Heng crossed his arms in front of his chest, chuckling coldly, his eyes filled with killing intent.

The Bloodvine Lord’s expression went from one of murderous intent to becoming rigid, then to innocence, and finally, he barely forced a smile, "Hahaha, just now I was blind to not recognize Mt. Tai’s greatness. I will take my leave first. Please, young hero, do not take offense."

The Bloodvine Lord smiled awkwardly, slowly turning around.

Just to see the Purple Owl Lord already turning into a black streak, bolting toward the door behind him, not forgetting to sharply close it behind him.

As the doorframe shook violently, scattering dust, the heart of the Bloodvine Lord also sank to its lowest point, never to rise again.

The Bloodvine Lord: "..."