One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

"Once the Mythical Battlefield is fully opened and the Blood Realm descends, our warriors will swoop in with howls. By then, if you want to surrender, you won’t get the chance." Ralph looked straight at Su Heng, smiling with a consoling tone in his voice.

"Is that so?" Su Heng laughed, "Sorry, my knees are too stiff, I can’t kneel, not for anyone."

A hint of pity crossed Ralph’s face.

Phut!

Su Heng lifted his foot and stomped down hard.

Ralph’s head exploded, but there was no blood, only a handful of ashes dispersing in the air.

"When the Seventh Army of Fear and Brilliance slaughters you and your family to near extinction, you’ll regret the choices you made today," Ralph’s final words echoed from the void, resonating in Su Heng’s mind.

"Tch!" Su Heng said, "Annoying like a buzzing fly."

Whew!