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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."

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Chapter 198: Leave No Trace, Beg for Death but Cannot (Please Collect, Please Vote for Monthly Ticket!)

The chains clinked and the firelight flickered. In the dimly-lit hall filled with the stench of blood, the giants slowly dispersed to either side, forming vertical lines.

A burly figure emerged slowly from the darkness of the stairwell, his wild hair draped over his shoulders, and his muscular build towering over the Dragon Guards by more than just one level. His face bore a rugged, masculine charm with a gentle smile, but his eyes sent a chill down the Wind Demon General's spine.

They were not the eyes that one would cast upon their own kind.

They were more like those of someone looking upon a choice piece of meat that had been carefully prepared by a chef, or a lab rat on an experimental table.

"You—" the Wind Demon General trembled all over as she began to speak.