CRACKLE! CRACKLE! Accompanied by the sound of shattering, the giant eggshell fragmented and scattered on the ground.
A crimson figure with a huge bone crown on its head slowly stood up.
Its tall body even touched the rocks above.
Its crimson body was a mass of knotted muscles, covered with flame-like patterns.
Its chest and arms were adorned with several ferocious-looking pieces of Bone Armor, their sharp bone spurs flashing with a cold, sinister glint.
At the same time, a pallid Bone Sword burning with Hell Flame was firmly grasped in its claws.
Sirio, rejuvenated, casually swept the remaining eggshell fragments from the massive throne and, leaning on his Bone Sword, slowly sat down.
The once-massive throne now seemed almost fitting for his enormous frame.
On his skull-like face, two serpentine pupils mockingly looked down at Chu Feng.
"Mr. Chu Feng, tell me, who exactly is it that cannot survive now?"
Looking at Sirio, who gazed down as if upon an ant, a cold glint flashed in Chu Feng's narrowed eyes.
Damn thing. Get a new shell and you don't even know who you are anymore? And a clearly malnourished one at that!
"Wearing clothes that don't belong to you, don't you feel something is wrong?"
The mocking words slowly spoken by Chu Feng caused Sirio to pause, startled. Before he could react, a dazzling blade light had already appeared before his eyes.
Sirio instinctively tried to raise the Bone Sword in his hand to block the strike, but an inexplicable lag made him just a beat too slow.
SCHLICK! The blade light instantly swept across Sirio's neck, leaving a gaping wound.
If his current body hadn't been so vastly superior to his old one, his head might have already smashed onto the ground.
Sirio only managed to bring his Bone Sword up to block after the blade light had already passed.
"Xie Te! What in the hell is happening?"
One hand covering the wound on his neck, Sirio's face was filled with disbelief.
"Idiot!" Chu Feng sneered. "Even a new car needs a long break-in period, let alone you trying to control a body infinitely more powerful than your own with such a fragile soul!"
The slight lag Sirio now experienced might not affect normal movements, but in the heat of battle, who would give him that much time to react?
If he could meticulously hone his control for a few years, perhaps he could command this body as he once did his own.
But clearly, Chu Feng, tightly clenching his long blade, would not give him that time.
In the blink of an eye, numerous biting streams of blade light shot past Sirio's giant Bone Sword, heading straight for his body.
"Dream on if you think you can kill me!"
Having regained his composure, Sirio roared furiously. The flame-like patterns on his body suddenly flared brightly, instantly raising the surrounding temperature considerably.
The blade lights, which could have harmed him moments before, now only elicited sparks upon impact before shattering into nothingness.
Even the gash on his neck healed instantly amidst the scorching flames.
Sirio stood up, swung his massive Bone Sword, and chopped down at Chu Feng.
Watching Sirio's clumsy use of the Bone Sword, Chu Feng couldn't help but shake his head.
His figure flashed, dodging the Bone Sword's slash, and he seized the opportunity to close in.
In the blink of an eye, he was above Sirio's head.
Since the Demon Hunting Blade can't break his defense, I won't force it. This is a good chance to test my Vajra Glazed Body.
He recalled his Demon Hunting Blade to his Storage Space, and his fist, glowing with golden light, smashed hard onto Sirio's head.
THUD! Sirio's body was thrown backward, smashing heavily onto the throne behind him.
Before he could catch his breath, another ferocious punch descended from the sky and slammed into his forehead.
CRACK! With a crisp sound, Sirio's massive bone crown shattered into countless pieces, scattering across the ground.
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP... One punch followed another, one strike after the next.
In moments, the massive throne beneath Sirio had fractured into a pile of rubble.
Sirio's skull, Chu Feng's primary target, had long since fractured. Flesh and blood splattered everywhere as his head sank deep into the ruins of the throne.
A sudden whooshing sound by his side caused Chu Feng's swinging fists to pause slightly.
After delivering one last punch, he leaped up, narrowly avoiding two ferocious giant claws striking simultaneously.
Then he floated down again, his feet landing on the Bone Armor covering Sirio's chest.
"Such tenacious Life Force!"
Gazing down at the vast body beneath him, Chu Feng let out a sound of appreciation.
But the oncoming giant claws again sparked a flash of impatience in his eyes.
He stomped heavily on the Bone Armor. With the crisp CRACK! of a breaking bone, his figure instantly vanished from the spot.
His heavy fists slammed onto Sirio's two thick, muscular arms, the tough skin deeply indenting under the impact.
CRACK! CRACK! Accompanied by several sickening, bone-jarring cracks, Sirio's arms twisted at grotesque angles in an instant, then fell limp, crashing to the ground and stirring up a cloud of dust.
Just as Chu Feng was about to continue smashing his fists onto Sirio's head, which was just beginning to rise, his peripheral vision caught a pitch-black Cross Dagger nearby.
Isn't this...
The moment he saw the dagger, Chu Feng remembered Sirio abandoning his original body.
At that thought, his eyes suddenly lit up.
With a casual beckon, the Cross Dagger flew up from the ground and shot into Chu Feng's hand.
Turning back, he saw Sirio, his head shattered, attempting to rise from the ground.
The half of his head that should have been a bloody pulp had transformed into molten lava and was regenerating at a visible rate.
"Still trying to get up?" Chu Feng, who had suddenly appeared above Sirio's head, hammered down another punch. "Just lie down and stay put!"
BOOM! The small, newly regenerated part of his head, along with splashing magma, crashed heavily back into the pile of rubble below.
Ignoring Sirio's incessant wails, Chu Feng's gaze shifted, already focused on his opponent's chest.
CRACK! With another crisp sound, the unusually tough Bone Armor shattered into countless fragments under Chu Feng's iron fist.
Beneath the Bone Armor, dense flame patterns pulsed like breathing.
BANG! Chu Feng's punch sent ripples across the muscles of Sirio's chest, and the faint sound of cracking bones reached his ears.
As if sensing his life was in mortal danger, Sirio's gigantic body abruptly sat up before Chu Feng's second punch could land.
"Don't disturb my work!" Chu Feng snapped, his tone laced with impatience, as another leaping punch sent Sirio crashing down again.
Clenching his empty hand, the Demon Hunting Blade reappeared, gleaming with a cold light.
The next second, the Demon Hunting Blade shot forth like a meteor, straight for Sirio's head.
SIZZLE! The long blade buried itself deep within the molten rock of Sirio's head.