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

Gao Ming cradled a black porcelain bowl in his arms, scanning his surroundings before cautiously entering a low and narrow alley.


A heavy rain had fallen just last night, leaving the uneven ground covered in mud. The alley was tight, and from a foul-smelling ditch on the left emanated a nauseating stench of decay.


Gao Ming looked down to see a boy, about seven or eight years old, lying in the sewage.


His gaze was vacant, staring up at the sky, as several stray dogs clawed at the flesh on his body. Half of his ribcage was exposed from his torn abdomen, under a sky still overcast with clouds that loitered scavenger birds.


The sound made stepping into a puddle startled the feeding stray dogs.


The dogs were thin as rails, their ribs clearly defined under filthy fur, but their blood-red eyes were vicious, stained with blood on their yellowed teeth.


Gao Ming was startled and instinctively stepped back.


Chapter 478: Mortal Purgatory, Solo Dance of Blood