One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Su Heng let out a long scream, and a terror-inducing, exaggerated force swept across the sky. The air was instantly compressed into solids and dispersed, suddenly creating a suction effect that whipped up a raging wind. In the dimness, Bodhi Trees as thick as seven or eight meters were uprooted, and whole buildings flew in the sky.

It was merely a casual punch in his normal state, yet the gravity across the entire plaza seemed to be reversed, a sight incredibly horrifying.

Boom!

The spot where Kasyapa had stood was completely blown apart, turning into a black dust storm.

At the critical moment, his body shifted sideways, traversing the void and flickering to a protruding eave elsewhere. At the crucial moment, he still felt fear and didn’t dare to take the hit head-on, avoiding the terrifying strike.

But even so, he had paid a price.

Scratches appeared on the fair cheeks of Kasyapa, oozing bright red blood.

"I take back what I said earlier; you are indeed extraordinary, no wonder those incompetent disciples of mine are powerless against you. Even if it were a thousand years ago, during the founding era of the Great Zhou Dynasty when powerful figures emerged like dragons, you probably could have made your own legend," Kasyapa’s voice eerily traveled under the moonlight.

He touched his face lightly with his hand, looking at the vivid blood on his fingers, then his tone abruptly turned cold, "But that’s all you have, you cultivate the ’Come Tathagata’s Sutra,’ are my Spirit Secret Techniques ineffective against you? No matter, I can erase you just the same physically."