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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 261 Unsettled Times, Creating One's Own Cultivation Technique

As the heir to this great empire.

The third Prince was not handsome, but he was certainly intimidating enough to inspire fear.

It was not only his massive body that was frightening, but also the pitch-black war armor that covered him. Crimson flames burned around him in the void, and the dense black energy dripped from his body like liquid. Accompanied by a hissing sound, it splattered into sparks of electric fire and white-hot rage.

His eyes were blood-red, and he had no hair. But under the smooth scalp were thick blood vessels bulging out like writhing dragons.

In his left hand, the heir to the empire held a scepter the size of an oak tree — though calling it a scepter, it more closely resembled a colossal warhammer. A cruel, sanguine halberd had impaled a formidable demon god, the laws of time crystallizing it in the moment before death, subjecting it to eternal torment thereafter.

The demon god's flayed, twisted, and horrifying body became the main structure of the scepter.