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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 289: Bring Su Heng, the Human-Shaped Mud Dump Truck!

Roar!

The warhorse beneath the knight let out a whinny, its muscles bulging and its aura spreading out, revealing itself as a formidable dead-level demonic beast.

Its wagon-sized hooves burst the air apart as it leapt from the ground, gaining rapid speed and leaving afterimages behind, carrying the Great Knight on its back as it charged towards the monk.

A shadow spread, and a glint of blood radiated from the dark, icy halberd.

The two figures were completely disproportionate; the Great Knight struck with fury, and his blow seemed poised to split the old monk and the temple behind him in two, shattering them into pieces. In the army, every face bore a bloodthirsty frenzy, as if they had already envisioned the bloody scene of the monk being struck down and torn apart.

However, the turn of events did not unfold as most had imagined.

The old monk reached under his long robe and stepped forward, extending his arm to deliver a balanced and steady punch.