Douluo Continent: My name is Yang Jian, and I achieved sainthood through my physical body

Chapter 148 The Law of Heaven and Earth

"Ok?"

A hint of surprise flashed in the King of Slaughter's eyes.

Four ten-thousand-year soul rings and three hundred-thousand-year soul rings.

This boy's spirit ring configuration is even more luxurious than his.

He had lived so long and had never seen a human being like this before.

A surge of excitement welled up within the King of Slaughter, the kind of excitement one feels when facing a formidable opponent.

He hasn't fought seriously in a long time.

Today, he can finally unleash his full potential!

"Boy, you're not bad." The King of Slaughter's voice carried a hint of appreciation, "But unfortunately, you know things you shouldn't know. Therefore, you must die!"

He moved.

He transformed into a blood-red afterimage and charged towards Yang Jian.

His right hand shot out, its five fingers like hooks, the tips of which were wrapped in blood-red light, reaching for Yang Jian's throat.

Yang Jian dodged the claw by sidestepping, and at the same time swept his three-pointed double-edged sword horizontally, aiming for the King of Slaughter's waist.

The King of Slaughter twisted his body strangely in mid-air, dodging the blade, and struck Yang Jian's chest with a palm strike.

Yang Jian raised his left arm to block, and their palms and arms collided with a dull thud.

Yang Jian swayed and took half a step back.

The King of Slaughter also took a half step back.

The two steadied themselves at the same time, exchanged a glance, and both saw seriousness in each other's eyes.

The King of Slaughter is a peerless Douluo, level ninety-nine, whose strength far surpasses that of Chen Xin, Tang Xiao, and the like.

Moreover, in the Killing City, he has the advantage of location; everything here is under his control.

Yang Jian had to admit that the King of Slaughter was definitely the most powerful person he had ever encountered.

Even though he had cultivated to the level of Soul Saint and believed himself to be able to contend with Limit Douluo, he still felt the pressure at this moment.

If he only relies on his current methods, without summoning the Celestial Hound or using the Heavenly Transformation Technique, he wouldn't necessarily lose, but he certainly wouldn't be able to easily kill the King of Slaughter.

The difference between the two is so small that whoever makes the first mistake loses.

The King of Slaughter also sensed the danger.

"Sword, come!"

The boy's strength far exceeded his expectations, and he could no longer hold back. With a flick of his right hand, a sword materialized in the void.

The sword was jet black, with blood-red patterns covering the blade. A blood-red gem was inlaid on the hilt, and a faint light shimmered within the gem.

The sword exuded a captivating aura, an aura belonging to the gods. Although it was illusory, its power was enough to crush any mortal weapon.

The Asura Demon Sword.

The projection of the Asura God's divine artifact!

The King of Slaughter gripped the hilt of his sword, and his aura surged once more.

A blood-red light flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up with a hint of madness.

"Die!"

He slashed out with his sword, and a blinding blood-red light burst forth from the blade. The blood-red light transformed into a sword aura, slashing towards Yang Jian.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the air was torn apart, the ground was cut open, the walls were cleaved, skulls shattered, and bone fragments flew everywhere.

"It's not certain who will die!"

Yang Jian raised his three-pointed double-edged sword to parry.

The sword energy struck the blade, producing a deafening roar. Yang Jian was thrown back several steps, his hands went numb, and a shallow white mark appeared on the blade.

A gash appeared on his arm from the aftershock of the sword energy, and blood seeped from the wound, dripping down his fingers.

He glanced down at his wound, then looked up at the Asura Demon Sword in the King of Slaughter's hand.

This artifact is truly extraordinary!

Yang Jian took a deep breath and decided to show his true skills.

Just then, he wanted to test his "Heaven and Earth Transformation" technique to see just how powerful it was.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul True Body!"

Yang Jian's voice echoed in the corridor.

But the Martial Soul True Body is just a facade; his true trump card is the Law of Heaven and Earth.

Since successfully cultivating the Law of Heaven and Earth, this supernatural power has merged with his Martial Soul True Body. Using the Martial Soul True Body is equivalent to using the Law of Heaven and Earth.

His body began to swell.

One zhang, two zhang, five zhang, ten zhang, twenty zhang, fifty zhang, one hundred zhang.

His height increased to a hundred feet, his head almost touching the dome of the Killing City, his face turned blue and fanged, his eyes turned gold, his pupils turned vertical, and he emitted a captivating light.

His hands transformed into sharp claws, his nails like knives, incredibly sharp.

It follows the laws of heaven and earth, and possesses a true form a hundred feet tall!

Although I'm just a beginner and can only grow this big at most, not yet reaching the legendary towering height of ten thousand feet, it's enough for me.

At least, it's more than enough to deal with this king of slaughter right in front of us.

At this moment, the three-pointed double-edged sword also grew larger, from two meters to hundreds of meters long. The silver-white blade emitted a cold light in the darkness, like a crescent moon hanging in the air.

Yang Jiandan gripped the hilt of his knife, looking down at the King of Slaughter on the ground as if he were looking at an ant.

"what!"

The King of Slaughter was stunned.

He raised his head and looked up at the giant who was hundreds of feet tall, his mind blank.

He had seen countless Martial Soul True Forms, but never one like this.

What is this stuff?

With a blue face and fangs, his body grew to a hundred feet tall, and his aura was terrifying; he was even more like a demon than he was.

Where in the world can you find such a true form of a martial spirit?

A sense of fear welled up within him—an instinctive fear, a fear from the depths of his soul.

But... he certainly couldn't back down.

He is the King of Slaughter, the ruler of this land.

"Drink!"

He poured all his soul power into the Asura Demon Sword, causing the blood-red light on the sword to surge, the sword body to tremble, and it to emit a sharp buzzing sound.

He raised his sword above his head, sent it flying into the air, and slashed it down at Yang Jian's head.

He used all his strength in this sword strike; he wanted to kill the monster with one blow.

The sword energy transformed into a blood-red beam of light, shooting towards Yang Jian's head.

Wherever the beam of light passed, the air evaporated, the ground melted, and everything turned into nothingness.

Rumble!

The beam of light struck Yang Jian's body, completely enveloping him in a crimson glow.

The King of Slaughter landed on the ground, panting heavily, a smile on his lips.

He didn't believe anyone could survive that sword strike.

But soon, the King of Slaughter's smile froze on his face.

Because he noticed that Yang Jian was standing still, without moving an inch.

The sword energy, powerful enough to destroy a city, struck the opponent like a gentle breeze across a hill, leaving no trace.

Yang Jian's skin was completely unmarked, his clothes were intact, and his expression remained unchanged.

"That was a pretty good sword strike."

Yang Jian looked down at the tiny King of Slaughter below and praised him.

The defensive power of the Law of Heaven and Earth was even stronger than he had expected.

Although the Asura Demon Sword is powerful, it is only a projection, not a true divine artifact.

With his current physical strength, plus the amplification from the Law of Heaven and Earth, this level of attack is no different from tickling.

"This...this..."

The King of Slaughter's face turned pale, his lips trembled, his legs went weak, and his sword shook in his hand.

He wanted to escape, but his body wouldn't obey him.

He knew he was finished.

Just then, Yang Jian raised his three-pointed double-edged sword and casually slashed down.

A giant blade, hundreds of meters long, descended from the sky with earth-shattering power and struck the castle.

"boom!"

The castle split in two.

Walls collapsed, roofs crumbled, debris flew everywhere, and dust billowed into the sky.

The entire killing city seemed to have been struck by an earthquake.

The cracks in the ground spread in all directions like a spider web.

Those degenerates hiding in the buildings were shaken to death, and those madmen wandering the streets were smashed into mincemeat by the rubble.

The power of a single strike is terrifying.