One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point Chapter 229: 189: The Dragon Guard Plan, The Main Character

Having braved a hundred battles, his strength was formidable, and he was known for his righteousness—a good friend of Zhao iying for many years.

"We’re not out of danger yet, it’s not ti to rest." Ran Dong spoke in a low voice, as if he sensed sothing, his muscles tensing involuntarily. His face, full of curly whiskers, also bore an unusually solemn expression.

"You..." Zhao iying was montarily stunned.

Following Ran Dong’s gaze, she imdiately saw under the bright, cold moonlight, a streak of blood light rising. It tinged the few thin clouds in the sky with a sinister and dangerous dark red. The powerful aura of slaughter was unmistakable; it wasn’t like that of an assassin but rather like a berserker who reveled in carnage and had a nature bent on killing.

The mont she felt that aura, Zhao iying’s face turned pale, "That person is..."

"Exactly!" Ran Dong nodded, "Blood Demon General, Galuo."

"He’s after ; you need to get away quickly." Even in the face of a life-and-death crisis, Ran Dong’s expression was unusually calm.

"What about you?" Zhao iying was sowhat anxious.

Ran Dong, the commander of the Demon Suppression Army, was powerful, yet the Blood Demon General was legendary. In the ongoing battles, countless masters from the Great Zhou had perished at the hands of the Blood Demon General. Moreover, their deaths were grueso, and his frenzied acts sent chills down one’s spine.

"If everyone chooses to flee, then who will combat the darkness?" Ran Dong’s expression remained calm, but his deep gaze seed ablaze, "I’ve cultivated arduously until today, repressing desires and sealing my heart, if not for this very day."

"Then let help you." Zhao iying imdiately said.

"You’re too seriously injured." Ran Dong said bluntly, "If you stay, you’ll just be a burden."

"..." Zhao iying nodded, said no more, rely clasping her fist, "Then I’ll take my leave first, take care of yourself."

"Hmm." Ran Dong nodded.

Turning around, he looked toward the blood light that was rapidly approaching in the sky.

Loud explosions rang out, followed by a gradual silence. Zhao iying faintly heard an angry roar, and then everything ca to an abrupt halt. A sense of foreboding enveloped her, yet her heart was not unduly affected.

It was not because she was naturally indifferent.

It’s that after more than a hundred years in the Demon Suppression Army, she had beco accustod, even numb, to such matters.

She carried on with the hopes of fallen comrades, continuing to fight for the living, for the dead. This was the best way to honor them.

Splash!

Zhao iying leaped forward, diving into a cold pool of water.

Inside the pool, among the rocks, there was a narrow gully, while the outside was obscured by the waterfall’s flow. The pervasive mist concealed her presence. Zhao iying’s breathing slowed, the muscles around her wounds also sealed by force, no longer allowing blood to seep out.

Her face was pale, her pupils dilated, and her body temperature quickly dropped, blending her into the surrounding environnt.

The sound of cicadas picked up intermittently.

About half an hour passed with no signs of activity.

Zhao iying judged that after killing Ran Dong, the Blood Demon General must have left directly. She too had to set out imdiately to report what had transpired here. Yet... considering the chaotic situation at hand, so confusion inevitably arose in the iron resolve of Zhao iying’s heart.

To whom should she report this news?

The noble families, the immortal sects, the imperial court... each had their own sches and were slow to react.

In the current state of Jiangzhou, who could take charge?

"Splash!"

Zhao iying erged from the pool, her black hair clinging tightly to her shoulders.

She propped herself against a rock on the bank, weakly raised her leg, attempting to climb ashore.

"Drip!"

A drop of blood fell from above, splattering and spreading like a mirror on the surface.

Zhao iying suddenly froze, as if struck by lightning. She felt her body turn unbearably cold and rigid. Slowly lifting her head, she saw, hanging from the treetops, a bloody, severed head.

The head had a dark face and curly whiskers, and fresh blood oozed from its features. Its eyes were fixed in a fierce and terrified stare, and the mouth was slightly agape, with blood still trickling from the teeth, as if it had witnessed sothing horrendously frightening before death.

"Where do you think you’re running?" A gentle, mocking laughter brushed past her ear.

Zhao iying turned, and beneath the waterfall, within the pond not ten ters away, on a protruding smooth rock, stood a figure with long hair that draped over the shoulders, a bewitchingly beautiful presence. An exquisite makeup adorned the face, lips painted a fiery red, and two blood-colored, sparkling vertical pupils.

If not for the flat chest, Zhao iying might have mistaken this infamous Blood Demon General for a stunningly gorgeous woman.

"You... you’ve been waiting here for ?" Zhao iying said in disbelief.

She, a re deputy general with average cultivation, what significance did she hold in such a war!? Yet the infamous Blood Demon General had been waiting here specifically for her, and it seed for quite so ti. At this thought, Zhao iying instantly beca alert and reached for the dagger under the water.

"Indeed," the Blood Demon General said, toying with a lock of her hair and smiling, "I do enjoy that expression of yours."

"What do you want to do?" Zhao iying frowned, her breathing heavy.

"Your wary look, it hurts a little."

The seductive smile on the Blood Demon General’s face remained unchanged, yet her eyes narrowed slightly, like a venomous snake locking its gaze on its prey, "Do I have any ill intentions? I simply want to strip that pretty skin of yours off alive and wear it myself, borrowing elder sister’s identity just for a while."

"Borrow my identity, who are you aiming to deal with?" Zhao iying’s eyebrows slanted sharply, and her voice beca stern.

anwhile, without waiting for the Blood Demon General to respond,

Whoosh!

Zhao iying suddenly exerted force.

The dagger aid at her own cheek, ready to gouge open and tear apart her entire face.

Alas, without Heavenly Deceit, one is like an ant. Not everyone possesses a body as overwhelmingly strong as Su Heng’s.

Zhao iying’s speed was swift, but in the eyes of the Blood Demon General, it appeared like slow motion. Moreover, she had secretly laced the water with a muscle-relaxing poison, in preparation for the forthcoming skin flaying...

Thus, Zhao iying had barely lifted the dagger in her hand,

When suddenly her body inexplicably weakened, a hot rush surged up her spine towards the crown of her head. In the intense dizziness that followed, the dagger went "plop" into the water, creating a splash.

"Hahaha!" Seeing the look of despair on Zhao iying’s face, the Blood Demon General burst out in pleasant laughter.

"Yes, yes, yes, that’s the kind of despair, the hatred... I find it so enthralling, I can’t get enough of it." A flush rose on the Blood Demon General’s fair cheeks as if drunk. He gazed at Zhao iying’s painfully frozen expression as if examining so piece of art.

"After I’ve peeled your skin off alive, I won’t kill you," continued the Blood Demon General in a cheerful voice that sent chills down the spine, "I will use a Secret Technique to keep you alive, then sever that person’s head and place it before you. By then, the expression on your face will surely be even more wonderful."

"Ah, just thinking about that scene excites beyond words."

The Blood Demon General breathed rapidly, his chest heaving violently. Bloodlust hazed his eyes, and his face and neck were covered in blush. Paired with his delicate features, he resembled a woman at the pinnacle of ecstatic union.

Unable to contain himself any longer at the sight of Zhao iying’s desperately pained expression,

The Blood Demon General moved in a flash, poised to start at once.

But at that mont—

"Clap!" A sound of applause rang out, and a huge shadow like a primordial beast covered the moonlight, enveloping everything below in darkness.

The Blood Demon General stood there stunned, the blush fading from his face as he incredulously looked up at the waterfall above.

Atop the waterfall, a ferocious face lood down at him.

Neither advancing nor retreating, simply motionless.

As if gazing at a corpse.