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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 149: Su Heng's Invitation, Outrageous!

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It was a head with eyes wide open in death, twisted in agony.

"Uncle-Master!" Ji Lian covered her mouth, while Zhao Ye gritted his teeth and clenched his fists so tightly they crackled.

Dai Wanghuan, holding back his inner grief, stepped forward and shielded his junior brother and sister behind him.

He took a step forward and looked up at the figure on the hillside.

The man was dressed in a gray robe, with a towering stature and robust muscles; his hands and face were smeared with a bit of crimson blood.

What was most peculiar were the man's eyes.

His pupils were constricted to pinpoints, but his sclera were excessively white.

Being watched by those eyes felt like having a sharp weapon pressed against one's skin, a strong sense of threat penetrating the marrow, making it difficult to summon even the slightest desire to resist.

He was Xie Linyuan, an elder of the Demon Illusion Sect.