One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Shang Qisheng, though already dead, still had his eyes open, pupils dilated, his face wearing an expression of disbelief and confusion.

Zhou Youqi subconsciously looked down.

In the gradually dilating pupils of Shang Qisheng, he could see his own reflection, marked by shock.

"Hiss..."

He felt a chill crawling up his spine.

Shang Qisheng was a third-step powerhouse of Heavenly Deceit, and he was also at the same level.

Even with the Immortal Mountain Cultivation Technique and a profound heritage, his actual combat strength was only slightly stronger than Shang Qisheng’s, but not by much.

But now.

A high master of the same realm.