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!
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This book is also known as "Godzilla of The Low Martial World."

One more catty, one more attribute point

"What the hell are you!?" Ralph looked at the monk in front of him, his face filled with horror. He simply couldn't withstand such terrifying injuries, and his body began to disintegrate.


The old monk bowed in greeting, calmly saying, "Merely a monk of humble position, not worth mentioning."


"I..." Ralph opened his mouth, seemingly still wanting to say something.


But a certain energy was ignited, and his body exploded on the spot, leaving only a spiritual force housed within, entwined with blood-red runes, trying to retreat quickly. However, the old monk bowed his head and muttered a spell, and a golden halo appeared behind his head.


Like snow under the scorching sun, the blood-red runes evaporated inch by inch, and that spiritual force was also destroyed, vanishing into thin air.


In the air, a furious roar echoed faintly.


In the vast wasteland, inside Ralph's castle.


Chapter 285: Making a Fortune and Scheming with a Tiger