Chapter 349: Ultimate Northern Dipper Slash!!!

In this harsh environment, where no one knows the end, who is the strongest existing being?

If you ask that, more than half of the demons would choose that one…

“It’s the Battle God!”

“Only the Battle God is the strongest!”

“It must be him!”

One of the three thousand-year giants of the demon realm, ruler of a nation, originally the most powerful demon, revered by other demons as the “Battle God”—Lei Chan!

His title can be explained literally: “Battle God”—the God of Combat!

The embodiment of battle, the substance of struggle.

If even the lawless, unruly demons acknowledge this, it can only mean Lei Chan’s strength is undeniable, genuine, and absolute!

The undisputed strongest demon, the demon realm’s universally recognized supreme ruler—the Battle God!

…

As previously mentioned, since its creation, the Spirit Wave Fist has been divided into five types: “Cultivation, Attack, Defense, Healing, Immortal.”

Strengthening the body’s qualities with spiritual power—enhancing strength, speed, etc.—belongs to “Cultivation”; various spirit bullets belong to “Attack”; spiritual power shielding to disperse impacts belongs to “Defense”; the Spirit Needles and spiritual healing belong to “Healing”; and the technique of spiritual explosion is “Immortal.” These five modes form the foundation of the Spirit Wave Fist’s power.

It is hard to say whether Pu Fei You Zhu’s complete transformation of spiritual power into demonic energy is good or bad; most of the techniques he inherited from the Spirit Wave Fist can no longer be activated with demonic energy, and he struggles to control this overwhelming force.

Thus, while his apparent strength has surged—far exceeding his past self by dozens of times—his actual cultivation realm has dropped drastically; now, Pu Fei You Zhu merely relies on sheer explosive volume to fight Xian Shui Ren.

As both exhausted sides squeezed out their final strength in a brutal struggle, Pu Fei You Zhu’s furious assault suddenly stopped—his movements froze.

His eyes glazed over, he floated silently in midair, silent and motionless, as if he had lost control of his body, reduced to nothing but a shell.

Xian Shui Ren, facing this situation, did not move rashly; as a supreme spiritual expert and seasoned warrior, his instincts screamed at him—

The man before him is no longer Pu Fei You Zhu.

The corpses of low-level demons lay scattered, the earth emitted an unnatural sound, and the atmosphere of the world suddenly shifted, as if the slow, unceasing crack of shattering glass echoed.

What happened?!

Those present wondered.

Shattered stones trembled, the demon realm’s surface, littered with corpses and ruin, suddenly began to howl with chaotic, wild demonic winds that enveloped the motionless Pu Fei You Zhu.

The massive disturbance caused by the battle among human realm’s elites had drawn the attention of a certain presence.

Vast, boundless dark energy spread; beneath the gloomy demon realm sky, millions of low-level demons simultaneously sensed something, instantly calming from their bloodthirsty frenzy, then…

Prostrated themselves in reverence.

To welcome the arrival of the demon realm’s strongest being.

…

Whether it was Hu Yu Lu Di with clenched fists, Ai Si De Si with a slight frown, or Xian Shui Ren directly facing the pressure, their gazes involuntarily fixed on the former “Pu Fei You Zhu.”

Each could feel the oppressive, terrifying aura rushing toward them—and… a dimensional difference in power.

Seconds later, a completely renewed Pu Fei You Zhu appeared: wild black hair flowing past his ankles, paired with grotesque blue tattoos, forming his new appearance.

Even his expression had changed—not the simple, battle-obsessed boy he was before, but a terrifying evil, a wildness from the depths of the demon realm.

“Hmph, are you struggling against an opponent of this level?”

“Pu Fei You Zhu” spoke, but his tone was arrogant, disrespectful, indifferent, brimming with utter contempt for Xian Shui Ren—despite the fact that moments ago, they had been locked in a fierce stalemate.

“Not good, not good, not good…”

Stubborn and proud strong ones all simultaneously thought the same thing; when faced with an enemy of overwhelming power, creatures instinctively fear—the weak merely sense the aura as terrifying, yet even they could not perceive its limit.

It means, before “him,” they too are merely weaklings.

The current “Pu Fei You Zhu” raised his hand slightly.

Yet that ordinary gesture brought an extraordinarily terrifying result.

Shatter.

The Qi Steel Battle Robe, which had withstood thousands of heavy punches, shattered completely under that casual motion.

A thick cloud of blood mist erupted from Xian Shui Ren’s body; his face trembled as he lifted his gaze, his golden pupils glowing brighter, as if trying to see the entity possessing Pu Fei You Zhu.

Unmoved.

“Pu Fei You Zhu” expressionlessly gathered vast demonic energy into his fingertip, forming a massive light sphere—the “Spirit Bullet,” a technique Pu Fei You Zhu could no longer perform after demonic corruption, now reconstituted with terrifying power far beyond his former limit.

Yet before he could unleash this blow to obliterate the gravely wounded Xian Shui Ren and end his life, a figure intercepted between them.

“What’s going on?”

Amidst the confused gazes of Fei Ying and others, Jia Ji explained: “The one before you now is no longer Pu Fei You Zhu—it is Lei Chan, the legendary Battle God of the demon realm. Pu Fei You Zhu’s bloodline descends from this strongest demon, but he has been remotely controlled, his body hijacked.”

“Oh?”

The supreme demon in the sky turned his attention to Jia Ji, slightly surprised that his identity had been fully revealed.

Through Pu Fei You Zhu’s figure, Jia Ji saw the presence behind him—a phantom form—

A demon with strange, Sanskrit-like tattoos on his cheeks and neck, emaciated from hunger, the strongest being in the demon realm; his pale gray eyes, threaded with crimson veins, now pierced Jia Ji with a restrained yet terrifying gaze.

“Good eyes.”

Two men, separated by ten thousand miles, locked gazes across the void—as if invisible sparks flew; the ultra-powerful demonic Spirit Bullet, previously aimed at Xian Shui Ren, now shifted its target to Jia Ji.

But it didn’t matter—this was Jia Ji’s goal.

“Bullshit! You don’t fear, You Zhu! It’s my turn—Divine Fist, Exorcising Evil! Ultimate Northern Dipper Slash!”

The Man of the Northern Dipper roared with laughter and charged toward “Lei Chan·You Zhu.”

Fist Thief, Break the Cut—Kill!

(End of Chapter)