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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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233 Chs

Chapter 34: The Fog

"What is this?"

Ning Zhibai frowned slightly as he examined the chunk of meat inside the box.

He reached out to lightly touch it and felt a cool sensation at his fingertips, accompanied by a slight tingling. He quickly retracted his finger and scratched the back of his neck.

"It's said to be 'Ancient Meat.'"

Ning Wantong glanced at it and replied, "Zhang Chun's father is a hunter in the mountains; this piece of Ancient Meat was dug out from there, specifically saved for you. It is said that eating it can aid in advancing one's martial skills."

"At my age, taking such things is no longer of any use,"

Ning Zhibai shook his head with a smile and replaced the lid, "Take these to Young Master Su, who is full of vigor and might find a use for them."

Ning Wantong had just reached out to take it.

Suddenly, Ning Zhibai staggered, as a wave of dizziness struck him.

He almost fell, but Ning Wantong quickly reached out to support him, preventing a fall.

"Father?"