Looking at the exposed hilt, Chu Feng's figure flashed, and he smashed down with a punch.
The long sword pinned Sirio's head to the ground like a nail.
The next second, Chu Feng, who reappeared at his chest, smashed down with his fist mercilessly.
The iron fist, glowing with a shimmering golden light, broke through the breastbone, smashed the flesh, and finally tore open the skin that had lost its luster.
A hole as large as a cauldron directly appeared before Chu Feng's eyes.
Looking at the heart below, forged from lava, which was still vigorously beating, a glint flashed in his eyes.
With a flip of his palm, the pitch-black Cross Dagger instantly appeared.
"Go!"
Following Chu Feng's light shout, and with a flick of his wrist, a black light surged out abruptly.
With a SIZZLE, the lengthy dagger had completely entered the other party's heart.
"What!"
