One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Chapter 527: Chapter 437: Six True Words, Collecting Compensation

The monk was not taller than two meters, walking on the dusty country path, bathed in the sunset, his entire body emanating a hazy light.

He appeared quite ordinary.

Not a trace of murderous intent leaked from him.

Yet the body of the Silver Demon Bird trembled, its feathers clanking.

She felt as the young monk slowly walked towards her, a pure and invisible Spiritual Power turned into a vast net, enveloping her from all sides, sealing the space around her.

Irresistible, inescapable.

“Stop!”

The Silver Demon Bird shrieked, its pupils blood-red.

However, neither its movements nor facial expressions showed any change.

A huge sense of crisis finally triggered a sensitive nerve in the Silver Demon Bird, which swiftly transformed into surging killing intent.

In the Eternal Heaven.

The Silver Demon Bird species was naturally adept at attacking the Divine Soul of its opponents.

And the being before it, from the Destruction Great Power Realm, was an exceptional one in this art.

“Since you are so determined, then I won’t be polite!” The Silver Demon Bird’s visage suddenly turned cold; she took a deep breath and then opened her luscious lips.

She seemed to be shouting loudly.

But oddly enough, no sound came from her wide-open lips.

Crack!

An invisible ripple swept across.

The space around first solidified, then shattered inch by inch like a mirror dropped from a high place.

Countless web-like cracks spread outward, filling the surrounding void with glittering fragments, and the monk’s figure disappeared from sight.

The Silver Demon Bird gasped heavily.

“Ha…”

Sweat covered her cheeks, yet there was a trace of relief as if she had survived a disaster.

“What a Descender, it seems their reputation is nothing but exaggeration; even my peak state’s full strike cannot be withstood.”

Her perception spread out fully.

She did not sense the young monk’s presence.

The Silver Demon Bird’s tension eased suddenly, and she couldn’t help but feel triumphant.

But such emotions did not last long; a sense of crisis hit her, and seeing something unbelievable, the expression of wild laughter on her face froze, and her pupils suddenly constricted.

Whoosh!

She turned her head sharply, looking around.

But she saw monk apparitions stepping forward in each of the countless suspended fragments.

At first, there was just a black dot, which quickly resumed the size of a normal person, accompanied by a chanting sound of True Words, as petals of gold also drifted down from the void above her head, and the peculiar smell of burning incense lingered in her nostrils.

The Silver Demon Bird’s face showed disbelief; she wanted to cancel her Divine Skills, but to her horror, she couldn’t command her powers.

Crack!

It was as if a bolt of lightning flashed through her mind.

The Silver Demon Bird suddenly remembered the scene where Emperor Wu, before his death, took possession of the Daoist Crane.

The last line of defense in her heart finally crumbled, her will to fight dissipated. Her wings spread wide to return to her massive true form, and with a piercing shriek that broke through stone, a whirlwind of dust spread across the ground. She pushed hard, flapping her wings, trying to escape the battlefield.

But at the same time, behind her, the monk trapped in the countless fragments of the void spoke his first True Words, “Om Mani Padme Hum!”

“Come come come come!”

Countless echoes resounded in the Silver Demon Bird’s mind.

Her thoughts abruptly became exceedingly slow, as if it took a millennium for each to register.

In the Secret Technique, the connection between consciousness and body was severed, and she was frozen in midair.

“If you wish to fight to the death with this humble monk, you first need the strength to do so,” said the young monk with a smile, reappearing on the street at dusk.

He flipped his hand.

A golden Bowl appeared in the monk’s left hand.

As he opened his right hand and reached forward, the Silver Demon Bird’s massive true form vanished in an instant, trapped within the Bowl in the monk’s hand.

Bang!

The Secret Technique failed.

The Silver Demon Bird’s consciousness returned, and she screamed, struggling frantically.

The Bowl also shook violently in the monk’s hand, making a series of crisp clinking sounds.

“Already a caged bird, yet you refuse to surrender peacefully. Why the needless struggle?” The monk’s face showed a smile mixed with pity; he squeezed his fingertip, letting a drop of golden blood fall onto the Silver Demon Bird’s head.

Like boiling sulfuric acid poured on a small beast, the Silver Demon Bird threw back its head and let out a piercing scream.

But the struggling gradually subsided until no sign of life came from the Bowl.

The monk sighed lightly, his face showing satisfaction.

Whoosh!

He flipped his palm.

The Bowl imprisoning the Silver Demon Bird suddenly vanished from his hand.

“It’s unexpected that just leaving my meditation would bring such gains, truly not bad,” Ban Poluo murmured, feeling sentimental.

A complete Destruction Power, whether for conversion into a Servant or for consumption in the Refining Path, is very beneficial to one’s cultivation. He had been relegated to this Barbaric region for a thousand years, unlike his brothers and sisters; every bit of nourishment obtained here had to be carefully managed.

Bang!

As the monk silently pondered.

The doors on both sides of the street pushed open, and the heads of terrified residents peeked out.

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