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

In the golden and splendid imperial palace, the Third Prince's face was as still as water as he held a secret letter in his hands. The letter was a message passed from Northern Yue, chronicling the attempt on King Qingyang's life by Huang Cheng and Zhao Yun.


"Two fools good for nothing but failure!" The Third Prince quickly finished reading the contents.


Then, with a casual twist of his hand, the secret letter was ignited, turning to ash and scattering with the wind.


His hands were clasped behind his back, his expression somber.


His gaze passed over the imposing walls of the courtyard, looking at the dim sky and the faint red sun sinking at the edge of the western horizon. He felt an indescribable restlessness in his heart, a suffocating gloom coursing through his chest.


From the start, the Third Prince had little faith in the success of Huang Cheng and Zhao Yun.


Nevertheless, their deaths had yielded some benefits.


Chapter 358: The Dying King, He Really Wanted to Improve So Much!