One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

"Hiss!"

Blood spurted violently, bones shattered cruelly. Stay connected with

The excruciating pain ripping through his arm was like lightning detonating within Ban Poluo’s mind.

His face twisted, bloodshot slowly surfaced in his eyes, and the muscles at the corner of his mouth twitched fiercely. Inexplicably, he began to laugh, his crazed laughter echoing in the wilderness like shattered straw. Glinting white teeth were exposed to the air as Su Heng licked the blood at the corner of his mouth without hurrying his strike, leisurely on his face as though watching an elaborate clown performance.

"Indeed, worthy of the legendary Demon Dragon, the strongest of this era. I admit I did underestimate you," Ban Poluo sighed, as his severed arm swiftly regenerated and healed.

A look of curiosity appeared on his face; his two violet eyes gleamed brightly, "The more it is so, the more I am curious, what expression will such proud and unruly strong beings like you show when knowing, after spending your lifetime ascending to the peak, you are nothing more than a domestic dog that cannot break its chains. I wonder what expression you will have when this truth is unveiled before you."

"What do you mean?"

"I am Ban Poluo, a member of the third generation of Descenders."

Ban Poluo took a deep breath, spreading his arms wide as if embracing the entire sky.