Yes, theoretically, that's the case.
The demi-saint's body, even if only a remnant remains, does not count as truly perishing, especially when his name is Ai Cangsheng.
But Lord Shou couldn't hold back, he didn't just throw one punch!
"It's not over yet!"
"He's still fighting!"
"Lord Shou... Mad dog! He's the real mad dog!"
Under the Way of Asura, Xu Xiaoshou, with three heads and six arms, released a 1000% Passive Fist, realizing the second punch wasn't just 500%.
Because after the demon pattern collapsed, the power that erupted also attacked him.
I hit you.
You also hit me.
Passive Points recharge, increasing once more.
The second punch couldn't reach the extreme, but still managed 600%, blasting into Ai Cangsheng's fragmented flesh, turning it into a bloody mist.
The third punch wasn't 300% either, but reached 400%, thus blowing the bloody mist from the fog, blasting the power of the evil god off the battlefield.
The fourth punch...
The fifth punch...
