When an ethereal, intangible Curse is given form, it can be killed.
To kill the Curse is to break the Curse.
However, upon hearing Zhou Chen's words, the Witch couldn't help but cackle. Her voice was strange as she mocked, "You're nothing more than an insect I could crush in the palm of my hand. What makes you think you can kill me?"
She hadn't seen someone so blatantly overconfident in many, many years.
Zhou Chen didn't answer. He simply listened intently to the solemn melody swirling around him. The King of Music's accompaniment was far more than just background music; more importantly, it provided an incredibly powerful blessing during combat.
He could feel blood as hot as magma surging through his veins. His Essence was boiling, his Soul was roaring. An unprecedented Power, bolstered by the music, poured into his body, climbing higher and higher, like a volcano, dormant for tens of millions of years, finally awakening and about to erupt.
