Even after being demoted from Military Leader to Dao General by "Qin Law," he was still remarkably powerful.
"Namo Guardian Corpse Buddha, I shall now deliver you all from suffering and elevate you to bliss!"
Monk Zhitong's body suddenly shot out like crossbow bolts made of bone spurs, instantly piercing through the bodies of a dozen people.
He targeted only those with tender skin and succulent flesh, their beauty mouthwatering, rapidly sucking them dry till only a withered human skin remained.
Zhiyuan's corpulent flesh surged out like waves, indiscriminate of gender, enveloping them all within his meat body.
Under the skin membrane, continuous wriggling could be felt.
Those compressed by the fat had only a walnut-sized head remaining, displaying a look of satisfaction.
"Indeed, the Buddha was right, if you ignore the face, the taste of men and women is actually the same."
What they called a century without tasting meat turned out to be this understanding.
