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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 275 It's simple, I just have to become a Buddha!_2

From a distance, it looked like bundles of pale fences, sealing the towering figure of Solban within.

Deprived of freedom, unable to move.

The barbarian king, renowned across the Skull Plain, remained calm.

But within his dark, deep pupils, a touch of sorrow lingered, impossible to dispel.

Around the great hall, eighteen monks from the Heavenly Deceit Realm, draped in red robes, formed an incomplete circle around Solban. They held Dorje bells and magic wands, wore necklaces made of forehead bones, and their waists were adorned with magic drums made from the skulls and skins of high monks.

They chanted and danced.

Shaking the Dorje bells in their hands and striking the magic drum on their waists simultaneously, a rhythmic sound echoed.

As these monks from Heavenly Deceit chanted in unison, the lamps around Solban suddenly lit up.

Large amounts of smoke filled the entire hall like a reverse waterfall.

Amidst the growing distant beat of drums,