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Looting the life force of demons to forge a golden body Martial God

In the new era of Blue Star Martial Arts, Demons invaded, and humankind was embroiled in a bitter struggles. Chu Feng transmigrated and arrived on the scene. Armed with the ways of being an overachiever, all he wanted was to once again show the spirit of a die-hard corporate slave and carve out his own piece of the world! No sooner had he been reborn than he was smeared with demons all over his face, but no worries, his golden finger had arrived! He could draw upon the Life Force of slain Demons to transform into Attribute Points, becoming stronger with limitless additions! "What to do when there are no more Attribute Points available?" "Hey, look over there, a lone Demon…" "Sneak up from behind, grab its head, just twist like this! Hey, Attribute Points secured!" … "In this world, having great strength means having everything!" "In my life, with such heaven-defying Martial Arts Talent, do you think I can become a Martial God?" "The path to the Martial God has ended; it's become nothing but old legends? Ha, the path I walk will be the new path of the Martial God!" … This book is also known as "Demons, I Need You to Help Me Cultivate!" "So Easy to Learn, I Think This Move is Really Simple" "Run Fast, the people at the front are haunted" "This Man is More Demonic Than the Demons Themselves!"

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384 Chs

Chapter 245: Old Acquaintances and Public Opinion Besiege Noble Families! Taking What Others Hold Dear? (2/3)

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The noble family, steeped in a thousand years of scholarly tradition, has produced such a disgrace who fills his mouth with crude and foul language!

The father and son both felt as if they were losing all face!

Thankfully, no one was around... No, wait, the clan elders were guarding the doorway!

Just thinking about it made them want to disown their kin on the grounds of righteousness.

The old man shot the middle-aged man a glare but hadn't yet spoken.

"Aow——"

A burly teenager was kicked out of the doorway, followed by an old leg clad in a coarse cloth practice garment slowly retracting back inside.

After being tossed out, Wang Erbao stumbled to the ground, rubbing his backside and bellowing, "You deathless old man, your hand was so dark... uh, Dad? Grandpa, you, you're both here..."

His mouth twitching, he stopped in his tracks, his toes covertly shifting direction, ready to flee.

Wang Erbao's father, Wang Weijing, scowled and berated him, "Unfilial son, get over here!"