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One more catty, one more attribute point

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 271: You Shouldn't Have Come, I Predicted Your Prediction!_2

He clenched a stalk of grass in his mouth, its source unknown, partially yellowed. Stubble scattered across his chin, a smile on his face, but his eyes were icy cold.

"It seems you know, this invitation has a tinge of the nefarious, a trap," a touch of dim yellow sunlight filtered through the window.

Splitting the room right into two.

Wu Chenghua stood with both hands on his cane, entrenched in shadow as if it were tangible.

The dashing Meng Huan, on the other hand, stood in the golden and bright sunlight, surrounded by a faint dust floating up and down.

"My eyes aren't blind, of course I know there's a trick here," Meng Huan coldly sneered, plucking the grass from his mouth.

With a flick of his finger and a "ding" sound, the withered leaf, sharp as a blade, pierced directly into a nearby protruding dragon pillar. The leaf still vibrated slightly, emitting a faint metallic hum.