Smack!
Not waiting for the headless corpse to hit the ground, Li Chenguang grabbed his collar with one hand, thrust his right hand into the corpse's chest, and scooped out the robust man's heart like one would an egg. Then, he brought it to his lips.
Crunch! Crunch!
Li Chenguang devoured the heart raw,
paired with the sight of a mutilated, half-missing cranium, it was bloody and terrifying.
"How is he not dead yet?"
Zhang Haoren was dumbstruck, "Deng Mingyu, you coward!"
Li Chenguang gobbled up the heart in two or three bites, tossed the corpse aside, and then suddenly lunged at another burly, juicy-looking man.
"Damn it!"
The man tried to dodge, but Li Chenguang was too fast.
Bang!
Li Chenguang collided with the juicy man, tumbling together into the black mud.
"Help me!"
The juicy man struck Li Chenguang's shoulder with a knife, but to no effect; Li Chenguang, unfazed, ripped out the man's heart with a Black Tiger Heart Extraction.
