Chapter 211: Obscene Pervert! Sick! Look at Your Sister!

【Big Cute God: Hehe.】

【Queen of Ice: What are you laughing at?】

【Ran Yuan Yanzhu: I have a bad feeling.】

【Angel of Death: It's strange.】

【Big Cute God: Then let me ask you—do you know what happens after reaching the Frenzy Rank?】

【Xia Na: The ability to change the world?】

【Big Cute God: That's not entirely wrong… but I think 'make the world adapt to you' fits better. Take Zi, for example—her realm power can accomplish nearly anything she desires, as if the world itself has been beaten into submission.】

【Big Cute God: At her level, beyond raw stats that defy heaven and earth, everyone's focused on mastering mechanisms and abilities. No matter how thick your armor or how long your health bar, you can still be one-shot if you lack the right counter. But…】

【Yinyang Eye Jianzi: But what?】

【Changmen Damingshen: There's an 87% chance the next line is—'Beidou Shenquan is invincible under heaven.'】

【Big Cute God: Beidou Shenquan is invincible under heaven!】

【Big Cute God: Nani?!】

【Forever Seventeen: Come on, you just happened to face an opponent who counters you perfectly. Did you really need all that buildup? When are we sparring? I, Baoyun Zi, am no ordinary foe.】

【Big Cute God: Showing off? I'll kick you all the way to the moon!】

【Forever Seventeen: By the way, what was that final move you used to defeat her?】

【Big Cute God: Hah! I combined Nan Dou's foot-slice with Bei Dou's superhuman kick to create a new technique. You can call it—'Tianba Fengshen Foot.'】

【Yinyang Eye Jianzi: Such a cool name—I want to learn it.】

【Forever Seventeen: I have to admit, you do have a talent for naming techniques.】

…………

Who did Baoyun Zi mean by 'the perfect counter-opponent'?

No one else.

It was Ri Luo Yuan Meng, the supreme leader of the Tengu, strongest of the Ba Zhi Yue.】

BOOM!

After that furious voice fell.

A sonic boom erupted in the dense forest a kilometer away—a tiny black dot shot up from halfway up the mountain, spiraled once under the sun, then surged toward them at terrifying speed.

Its charge was unstoppable, like a divine spirit riding a hurricane—but through the martial artist's superhuman dynamic vision, a fleeting glimpse revealed its true form.

It was a woman of exceptional height, clad in a metallic breastplate, white silk ribbons whipping backward from her arms, a green short skirt tied at her waist with red silk, and wings on her back where every feather felt as sharp and rigid as raised blades.

Her jet-black wings were far larger than any Tengu Jia Ji had ever seen, as if designed solely to prove her status—but what drew the eye most was the colossal naginata she held before her, its blade gleaming like polished jade.

Ri Luo Yuan Meng's golden eyes held a cold, inhuman glint, fixed on Jia Ji, who was reaching out to 'attack' She Mingyuan Wen. Within her pupils flowed firelight, like mirrors reflecting flames.

"Uh… you believe me if I say this is a misunderstanding?"

Yet if the two giant Tengu with their heads smashed into the ground were to wake now, they'd scream in protest.

Though the Tengu Demon was a full-blown hedonist, endlessly curious about the outside world, abandoning duties to chase novelty and leaving the giant Tengu to handle everything, she wasn't so irresponsible as to ignore her own kind being trampled under invaders' feet.

"Fine…"

Since it all came down to fists in the end, Jia Ji stopped talking. He stepped forward—and his stature rose again, his face dark, eyes black as demons'.

At the exact moment he resolved to strike, both figures vanished from their spots.

Come! Come! Come!

They collided at blinding speed!

Killing intent!

Battle spirit!

Soaring to the heavens!

At the moment of impact, the ground shattered into fine dust from the concentrated force; within fifty meters around them, the earth sank and hardened to extreme density, as endless demonic energy and martial qi clashed.

The naginata descended—wind rose, clouds surged!

Fist winds howled—tornadoes reversed!

Jia Ji's fist tore through the gale, breaking the sound barrier; immense force shook the air into a white mist ring, slamming into the Tengu Demon's blade and driving her body spinning through the air.

"What the… hell?!"

Though untouched, Jia Ji's chest now bore a massive cross-shaped wound, piercing left to right—warm blood stained his chest.

Even a demon race stronger than the Tengu, taking this punch head-on, would be obliterated.

Yet the expressionless Tengu Demon merely flapped her wings—her posture unshaken, she vanished from her spot like teleportation, appearing above Jia Ji.

Swung the blade.

Down!

Slash!

The terrifying power triggered violent tremors across Ba Zhi Yue; the mountain, over three thousand meters high, sank several meters from the blow alone—the quake and shaking rivaled an earthquake.

The glowing "Shi Zhangji" appeared instantly, teleporting the other three Tengu away, then watched the battlefield with worried eyes.

The Tengu Demon's relentless assault reached an unimaginable level—her speed far exceeded young She Mingyuan Wen's. Blade-light merged into a continuous curtain, covering sky and earth.

Jia Ji's fists carved countless afterimages in midair, each strike a full-power Jiluo Han Fist—but even so, he struggled to keep up; his powerful arms were splattered with bloody patterns.

Strong. So strong it made Jia Ji feel he might lose…

But, but!

His vicious eyes locked onto the Tengu Demon.

To crush Jia Ji was not as easy as destroying her other demons—those wounds only brought him pain, fueling his battle spirit, making his strength surge higher!

So…

He abandoned defense entirely.

The Tengu Demon, battle-hardened through countless wars, would never miss this opening—in one-tenth of a second, hundreds of slashes came…

Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

The absurdly massive naginata slashed at a speed incongruous with its size, endlessly carving away chunks of flesh from his body, devouring them whole.

Jia Ji laughed wildly through the pain—his face grimy, body battered, blood staining his hair, his visage monstrous as a demon. In that moment, he recalled a certain golden-haired, slicked-back man's words—

"Never retreat! Never surrender! Never regret!"

He had not fallen. He had not died. He still had a chance to win.

So…

A hard,

bone-defined,

clenched fist—came!

Beidou Shenquan's Secret Art!

Sentiment—Meng Xiang Po!!

He braved the endless blade edges and unleashed his full-power punch—a fist wrapped in a terrifying blue-black dragon.

The power was overwhelmingly strong—and it kept rising, rising, rising!

————BOOM!

The tyrannical force erupted violently.

The punch's power pierced through space; its shockwave reached the sky over ten miles away, forming a colossal airwave and crushing pressure. Such a technique could cleave any great demon of this world into two.

But,

"—Hmph."

As a mocking thought surfaced, the Tengu Demon flapped her wings, effortlessly dodging this overly obvious attack through her vast combat experience.

She was no passive target—she was a true master who had long immersed herself in the Frenzy Rank. Even in fury, she never lost reason or judgment.

As the dust cleared, all could now see their forms.

The Tengu Demon retained her original poise—calm as a mountain, deep as a abyss, ancient, solemn, radiating awe-inspiring authority.

Jia Ji's powerful body was covered in grotesque wounds; black-red scars writhed across his frame. With each breath, blood vapor condensed into droplets around him; dark-blue veins exploded on his right arm, tearing into horrifying gashes.

He'd been winning easily on this journey, partly due to luck. Though victorious, it made him forget how stubborn these demons truly were.

The situation had turned dire indeed.

Yet now, his entire body glowed with brilliant blue light—his aura grew fiercer than before, as if the horrific wounds didn't exist.

In his eyes, only one thing remained: the strongest, purest battle spirit. He curled his fingers again.

"Second round. Come—"

She frowned.

The Tengu Demon turned her beautiful face toward the distant sky. In her view, eight stars shimmered above the blue expanse.

Seven formed the legendary constellation 【Dragon of Heaven】; the eighth glowed faintly, barely visible beside them.

A star never seen in this world—but in Jia Ji's world, called the 【Star of Doom】.

The companion star of the Northern Dipper. Legend said only the dying could see it—the omen of death.

The stars gleamed brilliantly. The Tengu Demon didn't understand what this unprecedented celestial phenomenon meant—but two words sufficed to summarize it…

Great ill omen.

Her pupils tightened. Her breath seemed to halt. Only mountain winds stirred around her.

Though she held the upper hand, a sense of death now clung to her—growing stronger, denser with every passing second.

In her thousands of years, she had felt this deathly sensation before—but only before the world named her the 【Tengu Demon】.

After becoming the leader of the Tengu, she once again felt this utterly terrible sensation.

I feel uneasy…

As an elder of the Frenzy Rank, the Demon Lord had existed longer than even Yagokoro Shikieiki, and the title bestowed upon her by the world — "The Great Demon Lord of Six Desires and Indolence" — granted her the ability to manipulate desire itself.

Not only could she control her own desires, but also those of others, with virtually no limits, and she had never failed.

It is well known that the actions of both humans and demons are built upon desire; without desire, there is no motivation. Thus, in battle, skillfully using this ability to strip away an opponent's fighting desire would render her invincible.

If she stirred fear, anger, sorrow, and other emotions, she could easily disrupt her opponent's mental state and expose openings — but since she could crush most opponents with sheer brute strength, she had sealed this conceptual ability away under the excuse that it was "not interesting enough."

But now, she might have no choice but to use it.

"Seal."

There was no wind-up, no sign, not even a whisper of demonic energy — even the two quiet words she spoke were not a prerequisite for activation, merely an indication that she had already used her ability…

This was what zero-frame initiation truly meant.

If one cannot even perceive it, how can one resist?

The overwhelming battle spirit, fighting will, and aura vanished abruptly; his tensed muscles relaxed, leaving Jia Ji with no semblance of resistance.

In his mind, there was nothing — utterly, completely blank — no will to resist, no ability to raise his fists…

Defeat was now inevitable.

Black wings rose like battle standards, and in the next instant, the Demon Lord accelerated to a speed beyond human sight — like a meteor tearing across the sky, she swung a relentless, unstoppable blade.

Even space itself screamed, splitting open a long, deep black fissure that slashed downward toward Jia Ji's motionless head.

Meanwhile, someone else was in…

Forgotten the front, forgotten the middle, forgotten the back.

Forgotten where he was, who he fought, why he came — forgotten everything about himself, his pain, his emotions — he had become nothing but "emptiness" and "nothingness…"

But the former Beidou masters called this state — Wu Xiang Wu Nian.

Disappeared.

Wu Xiang Yin Sha.

Under the Demon Lord's ability, Jia Ji had entered Wu Xiang state — his body vanished before the blade could strike.

No matter how terrifying the technique, if it cannot land, it is as good as nothing.

The blow missed. She reeled back with all her strength; for the first time, shock appeared on the Demon Lord's face — then the world fell into absolute stillness once more.

A figure suddenly appeared behind the Demon Lord, silently hovering in midair.

If fists cannot be used, then turn the rest of the body into weapons — defeat the opponent without malice or harm —

First Generation · Tian Ba Feng Shen Foot!!!

Countless blurred shadows emerged from Jia Ji, multiple versions of him appearing at once, each attacking different parts of the Demon Lord.

No evasion possible, no escape — the flying kicks danced like entwined dragons and serpents, and in an instant, hundreds of afterimages tore through the sky.

Riiip —

The sound of fabric and leather tearing echoed endlessly through the air.

Unable to inflict harm — meant that the Demon Lord, swallowed by the Tian Ba Feng Shen Foot, had only one possible fate: the legendary — BAO YI!

Puff!

A Tengu, utterly unharmed but completely naked, with only a pair of wings, fell from the sky, eyes vacant.

"The enemy is embarrassed — I'll take off her clothes!"

Jia Ji, recovered, gave a thumbs-up to Yagokoro Shikieiki, who was covering her face.

"Social death is still death."

(End of Chapter)