Bang, bang, bang-------
The strength of the Martial Saint's flesh far exceeds the imagination of ordinary people. Even when separated from the flesh, it continues to pulsate, golden blood gushing out from it.
"Ant."
In front of Musashi Mountain, the Bright Pope placed the heart in his mouth, biting it fiercely, blood splattering, the scorching hot blood pouring over Musashi Mountain's face.
One of the Three Saints of Sakura, the master of Iwagami Dojo, Musashi Mountain, was in disbelief. He swallowed and tried to open his mouth to call for help, but just as he was tremblingly opening his mouth for a moment.
The Bright Pope, with a face of divine purity, smiled and opened his massive mouth, revealing pristine white teeth, biting through the skin.
Screech.
In a chilling scream, half of Musashi Mountain's face was directly bitten off, leaving a mess of blood and flesh.
"Ah, no... I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"
