As soon as the Human Emperor Banner came out, I became the Lord of the Old Ones

Chapter 207 Blood Moon Meteor

"Boss, didn't you hear me clearly? I said I just grasped the essence of controlling 'Silver Moon Meteor' and created a brand new skill that can definitely increase the power of 'Silver Moon Meteor' by five or even ten times!"

Chu Zhifeng's voice echoed softly behind Sheikh Krat, "Don't you want to stay and see for yourself?"

The owner of the Shattered Star Club twisted his head inch by inch, hearing his cervical vertebrae cracking.

It was then discovered that Chu Zhifeng had become even paler and thinner than he had been moments before.

His wounds continued to widen, no longer describable as "tearing," but rather as if these wounds themselves had been given a bizarre life, opening on their own like the gaping maw of a demon, and squeezing out the blood from his body through the contraction and expansion of the surrounding muscles, pouring it onto the ground.

Chu Zhifeng bled almost dry, turning into a skeleton made of skin and bones.

The limbs appeared exceptionally long, like four sharp scythes.

Its neck is also frighteningly long, and its head can rotate 360 ​​degrees and then tie a knot from an unbelievable angle.

The thick layer of blood on the ground looked particularly greasy and sticky under the emergency lights.

From the ripples spreading from the pool of blood, tiny, crystal-clear blood droplets emerged, breaking free from the constraints of gravity. They wobbled and flew into the air, then strung together like swaying seaweed and light plankton, dancing around Chu Zhifeng.

Sheikh Krat felt a sense of déjà vu about this bizarre scene.

After a moment of contemplation, he immediately realized that the trajectory of the blood beads flying around Chu Zhifeng was exactly the same as the "Silver Moon Meteor" combat mode that combined offense and defense.

However, after the match, Chu Zhifeng's card reader and three sealed cards had clearly been removed by them and collected by the representatives of "Zhendan Life"!
"Damn it, it's... the Soul-Eating Body!"

Sheikh Krat's heart sank.

The worst thing happened.

The true form of "Silver Moon Meteor" is a remnant soul ripple contained within the fragments of broken weapons from the Second Era, unable to maintain its complete form.

A murderous intent steeped in sin, a hatred that cannot be erased even after billions of years, a resentment that is willing to perish with the entire world... things like these.

In the past, because the remnant soul magnetic field was incomplete and its nature was too violent, it was extremely difficult to output stable damage.

Such remnant soul ripples are almost impossible to seal or utilize, and they sign contracts with humans in the guise of "guardian spirits".

With the continuous development of technology, "Zhendan Life" has beautified the subtle killing intent hidden in a large number of ancient weapon fragments with a beautiful silver glow, packaging them into a gorgeous weapon that seems to be able to navigate automatically and fight autonomously.

But this does not mean that they are the real, bright, and stable moonlight.

When Chu Zhifeng suffered a severe brain hemorrhage in the ring due to an overdose of banned substances, he was heavily knocked down by his opponent.

Deep within his brain, in his mysterious and unpredictable mental world, there must have been some terrifying mutations that no one else could ever know about.

Hidden beneath the seemingly magnificent brilliance of the "Silver Moon Meteor," the murderous intent and resentment from millions of years ago surged into his mind like a flood bursting its banks, tightly binding and even devouring parts of his soul.

Sheikh Krat's intuition was correct.

The "thing" that appeared before him at this moment was indeed not 100% Chu Zhifeng.

Instead, it was a new life form born from the forced fusion of Chu Zhifeng's body and part of his self-awareness with the violent killing intent, dark resentment, and deep-seated hatred hidden in the fragments of an ancient murder weapon from millions of years ago!
Perhaps it shouldn't be called a "Silver Moon Meteor" anymore. Instead—it should be called a "Blood Moon Meteor"!
Chu Zhifeng let out a low laugh.

His eyes, clouded with blood mist, interpreted Sheikh Krat's shock as delight.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

He spread his palms.

Several tiny, deep red blood droplets immediately flew to his palm, spinning rapidly and dancing lightly before finally merging together to form a willow-leaf blade as thin as a cicada's wing.

"Shhhhhh!"

Without warning, the lancet activated, transforming into a silent yet lightning-fast stream of blood-red light that swirled around his body dozens of times, severing, cutting, and peeling away all the gauze, bandages, and IV tubing that were binding him, revealing his increasingly pale skin and increasingly terrifying gashes underneath.

Without the bandages to conceal him, Chu Zhifeng looked more and more like a skeleton.

His abdomen was deeply sunken, and his internal organs seemed to have turned into pus and blood, flowing down to his feet along the wound.

The heart, however, swelled to four or five times its normal size, causing the left chest to bulge high. Accompanied by muffled "thump, thump" sounds, it pulsed irregularly, making the viewer dizzy and extremely uncomfortable, yet it also possessed a strange magic that held the viewer's gaze firmly in place.

The blood flowing from the wound left winding streaks on his skin, which coiled, spread, split, and grew until they connected with the pool of blood at his feet, which seemed to have come alive.

So, Chu Zhifeng's gaze fell upon the dancing blood droplets, blood streaks, blood vessels, and pools of blood.

More and more blood-red willow-leaf blades, as thin as cicada wings, condensed according to his will, forming an impenetrable blood-red net around him.

"Whiff, wheeze, wheeze!"

Chu Zhifeng's breathing became increasingly difficult.

His cheeks and eye sockets visibly sunken deep.

Even laymen could see that he was burning his life recklessly, even sacrificing his soul, in order to gain that moment of power and glory.

At this point, it was no longer clear whether he was the one manipulating the "Blood Moon Meteor".

Or is Chu Zhifeng the "Blood Moon Meteor"?
"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

The crimson net suddenly split open, and dozens of crimson streaks shot out, accompanied by a piercing whistle, striking at Sheikh Krat's vital points like lightning.

Prior to that, the owner of the Shattered Star Club had already activated the powerful battle spirits from four high-level battle cards.

Sheikh Krat was no ordinary profit-driven person who dared to open a Lingka Club in a border region like Dawn City.

In his early years, he was a victorious general in the Spirit Master Competition, and his skill in controlling multiple Guardian Spirits was even more superb than that of "Golden Boy" Carlos. He even faced the arrival of the world-destroying Ancient in the depths of the wilderness.

Even as the years go by, and one grows old and weak, with physical abilities not what they used to be.

However, with its vast resources and strong relationships with major card manufacturers, the custom-made battle cards can completely compensate for any lack of physical strength.

(End of this chapter)