One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

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In her mind, the rage that spanned a millennium roared, unleashing a blood-colored storm.

A cold palm rested on her face, and only then did An Ran feel slightly better.

She looked up to see Luo Qi's face filled with anger.

"Are you insane?" Luo Qi tightly gripped her arm, her voice shrill, "Daring to activate your Dragon Blood in the presence of An Shelie, aren't you afraid he'd blast your consciousness to smithereens? I don't want to wake up one day to find my companion turned into a murderous madman!"

"No, I'm confident," An Ran calmly soothed her companion's emotions.

"Confident my ass, let's get out of here!" Luo Qi forcefully tugged at her arm, attempting to pull her away from the river's surface.

"No..."

An Ran shook her head, looking at the crowd retreating behind her, "Only I possess such power; I can't stand by and do nothing!"

But in the end, she relented and turned to help evacuate the crowd at the dock.

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Bang!

The Yin Wind and rain obscured the tumultuous river's surface.

Wang Xindong, bare-chested, carried a massive sampan over ten meters long on his shoulder.

Striding mightily, his footsteps heavily trod on the river's water, driving a strong gale across its surface, before placing the sampan down on the dock with a bang.

There were men, women, the elderly, and children all on the sampan, numbering in the twenties or thirties; now they looked at him with a mixture of curiosity and nervousness.

Crossing several kilometers of river while carrying several tons, in the eyes of these simple fishermen, was something only immortals or Arhats could achieve.

Some of the older folks were even thinking of asking their grandchildren to kowtow to Wang Xindong.

This sight gave Wang Xindong quite a headache.

"Get moving!" He frowned deeply and bellowed.

Seeing the raging waves approaching from the river, these people snapped out of their reverie, realizing the danger, and quickly moved towards safer grounds.

Gurgle!

Bubbles appeared in the black river water.

Pale-faced and lifeless-eyed, Zhou Guiyu emerged from the whirlpool.

He had been rescuing people and manipulating water currents to steer the out-of-control tall ships to the dock, while also guarding against underwater creatures.

Strong as he was, he now felt utterly exhausted. It was only with Wang Xindong lending a hand that he barely managed to climb onto the shore.

"What's the situation now?" Zhou Guiyu asked, panting heavily.

Before Wang Xindong had the chance to speak, the clear sound of a bell cut through the rain curtain.

Zhao Jinling barefoot, landed on the rain-soaked black wooden planks, "The creatures around have been cleared, and the large tall ships on the river have mostly reached the dock. Next, we need to figure out how to evacuate the crowd and minimize the losses as much as possible."

"Well done." Wang Xindong patted her head and smiled, "You've worked hard."

"This wave is strange, is it related to Tuo Long the Great?" Zhou Guiyu had participated in the battle at the Hong Family's fortress.

He vividly remembered the last words said by the Demon King before his death.

Wang Xindong and Zhao Jinling exchanged a look, both wearing an unflattering expression.

If the great wave was related to Tuo Long the Great, wouldn't that mean the situation at the Dusit was not going well, perhaps even facing danger?

Zhou Guiyu, seeing the two not speaking, quickly grasped the seriousness of the situation.

The atmosphere fell silent, with only the sound of the rushing tide.

Rolling thunder!

The silence was broken by a thunderous noise, accompanied by the trembling and cracking of the entire dock.

"What's happening, an earthquake?" Zhou Guiyu's eyes widened, his pale face showing increased unease.

"Why is there a mountain floating over on the river?" Zhao Jinling said incredulously.

"A mountain? That's no mountain, that's the tide!" Wang Xindong's mouth agape, and though the black wave was still thousands of meters away, the wind it brought was already causing his face to distort and flutter, his pants vigorously shaking amidst the storm.

"Damn it, this must be a joke,"

Zhou Guiyu lay on the ground, staring dumbfounded at what lay before him, "Such a huge tide, if it hits like this, half of Baihua County will be utterly destroyed."

As for the resulting casualties, he dared not even contemplate.

Even with the most conservative estimate, it would be over a hundred thousand people.

"Run for it!"

"Save us!"

"What's happening, has the Dragon King become enraged?"

The black giant wave swept over, bringing with it a roaring noise and a fierce gale, a terrifying scene like the end of the world.

The huge tall ships anchored on the river were instantly crushed upon contact with the wave; buildings along the sides were also destroyed and swallowed, the roaring wind hurling all sorts of building materials into the sky.

As the destructive tide arrived, the order barely maintained collapsed with a thunderous boom.

Countless people desperately ran backward, pushing and trampling each other. The screams of terror were incessant, as everyone seemed to lose their reason and became madmen in their instinct to survive.

Even as a few tried to shout out commands and maintain order, their voices were quickly drowned out in the noisy deluge.

On the river, Luo Qi reappeared on the dark small boat.

Looking at her companion An Ran, who now lay unconscious with dragon scales rising on her neck, Luo Qi's face clouded over.

She reached out, wishing she could punch the sense back into that foolish girl, but after clenching her fist tightly and releasing it repeatedly, her concern overruled her anger. Luo Qi fiercely grabbed An Ran's arm and hefted her tender body onto her shoulder like a piece of cargo.

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