Chapter Twenty-Two: I'll Smash Your Head In

Little Bone was about to launch a counterattack!

Utilizing a newly acquired skill—Earthquake—the ground began to tremble. In the distance, Xia Mengsi and the others merely felt the earth quiver beneath their feet, but for Wang Xiao, the effect was far more pronounced.

A small fissure opened at Wang Xiao’s feet, slowly widening until he could no longer keep his balance. Bereft of any footing, Wang Xiao was forced into the air.

Sharp wings unfurled from his back, lifting him skyward, and he met Little Bone’s gaze directly.

Little Bone was feeling rather pleased with itself, but never expected Wang Xiao to suddenly take flight—how absurd! He’d never seen him fly before.

But it didn’t matter. Did Wang Xiao think that soaring into the sky would render him untouchable? How laughable.

Dozens of sharp bone spikes shot toward Wang Xiao, each as thick as a grown man’s thigh, bristling with menace.

Wang Xiao smirked in disdain. Child’s play!

He weaved effortlessly among the bone spikes, brushing past each one with ease—every move smooth, fluid, and unhurried.

Little Bone wasn’t surprised; it knew from the start that these attacks could never land. The real killing blow was still to come.

With a powerful sweep of its long tail, Little Bone targeted Wang Xiao as he dodged between the spikes.

Xia Mengsi and the others couldn’t help but cry out in alarm.

Ji Weijie: “Holy crap!”

Xia Mengsi: “Watch out!”

Yang Ming: “……”

Well, Yang Ming said nothing.

Wang Xiao heard Xia Mengsi and Ji Weijie’s shouts and looked over, startled.

The three of them had dragged over stools and were now seated, snacking on sunflower seeds. Where on earth did they even get those?

Turned out, Xia Mengsi had gotten the seeds from Little Bone, which meant they were actually Wang Xiao’s by right. She’d threatened him earlier to get them…

A pillar of bone shot toward Wang Xiao, and before he could react, he wrapped himself in his wings.

Like a ball, Wang Xiao was struck and sent flying a great distance.

Heh, now you know how formidable I am.

After a while, Wang Xiao returned, brimming with “affection” for Little Bone.

Sensing the situation had soured, Little Bone decisively activated its absolute defense.

“Stand there and let you hit me? Let’s see how long you can keep it up.”

“You really are a pig who’s not afraid of boiling water!” Wang Xiao began his assault, and unlike before, his attacks now carried spiritual damage.

At first, Little Bone barely noticed, even lying down as if to nap.

But after a while, the shield faded, and Little Bone took a solid blow from Wang Xiao’s hammer.

A wave of pain jolted Little Bone awake from its slumber.

Little Bone winced, and as Wang Xiao kept hammering, it couldn’t endure anymore.

Little Bone began to retreat, but Wang Xiao stuck to it like a leech, relentless in pursuit.

Strike while the iron’s hot.

Little Bone tried to hide, but its massive body was too unwieldy.

In the end, it simply collapsed on the ground—after all, Wang Xiao wasn’t going to kill it.

Seeing Little Bone playing dead, Wang Xiao sneered. I won’t kill you, but I’ll make sure your head takes a beating.

…

Finally, it was over. At least, that was Little Bone’s inner monologue.

Wang Xiao walked ahead, while the twenty-meter-tall beast trailed behind with its head drooping, the very picture of dejection.

At least that’s how it looked to Yang Ming and the others; whether others would be scared by Little Bone’s appearance was another matter.

Curious, Xia Mengsi approached Little Bone, poking and