Sister Huang Xing is here

Su Heng had traversed to a world where demons were resurrecting, and the human realm was like hell.
Water ghosts, fog demons, and drought monsters... powerful demons plagued the land. Major clans used fierce spirits for medicine, residing high above the clouds, while common folk struggled desperately amidst a divine, eerie apocalypse.
In these chaotic times, Su Heng awoke with the talent of a Celestial Eater.
His body grew limitlessly, gaining a property point for every pound he gained in weight.
The bizarre and terrifying demons who slaughtered cities and eradicated nations were, to him, the most sweet and superior ingredients.
He devoured their flesh and blood, feasted on their sinews and bones, plundered their Divine Skills, and seized their destinies.
From the "Pure Yang Skill" to the "Heavenly Demon Transformation Technique," from the "Golden Bell Guard" to the "Demon Buddha's Golden Body," even the most ordinary martial arts in Su Heng's hands could burst forth incredible power.
Years later...
Su Heng's demonic body was colossal, his weight immeasurable.
With a hundred hearts and a thousand arms, mortals were nothing more than ants to him — all gods and buddhas of the heavens, come to battle!
...
This book is also known as "Godzilla of The Low Martial World."

One more catty, one more attribute point

The sky was slightly flawed as a dilapidated multi-storied boat docked at the shore.


"This is Baihua County, I wonder what's so special about it. It's really an overkill to send the two of us brothers here to spy," said Zhou Hu, blending in with the crowd, dressed in a tattered robe patched all over, his hair disheveled and his face covered in dirt.


At a glance, he seemed nothing out of the ordinary, barely distinguishable from the refugees on the dock.


He stretched lazily on the wooden steps, hearing a crisp crack.


That made him feel much more comfortable.


He jumped off the steps with a relaxed posture, landing firmly on the ground.


"Look more, do more, talk less," said a middle-aged man next to Zhou Hu. Dressed in a dark yellow cloak and wearing a small black cap, he looked like an accountant. Below his chin, a mole sported three black hairs.


This man was Ding Meng, Zhou Hu's companion.


Chapter 231 Jiangzhou Travelogue, Spy Thriller