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

Chapter 149 The Curse of the Asura God

"what!!!"

The King of Slaughter was struck head-on and raised the Asura Demon Sword to parry, but the sword shattered the moment it touched the three-pointed double-edged blade, turning into countless blood-red light spots that dissipated into the air.

The blade continued its relentless advance, slicing through his chest, shattering his sternum, damaging his internal organs, and blasting his body into the ground.

The King of Slaughter lay in the deep pit, covered in blood, his chest caved in, his breath weak, his eyes half-open, his consciousness blurred, not far from death.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Yang Jian looked at the King of Slaughter in the deep pit and sighed inwardly.

The Law of Heaven and Earth is indeed powerful; it truly deserves to be called a watered-down version of the top-tier divine power of the primordial world.

Although it's a censored version, it's enough to crush everything in a place like Douluo Continent.

He was somewhat excited and wanted to try making a few more cuts, but after thinking about it, he decided against it.

With a few more slashes, this killing capital will likely be completely razed to the ground.

He didn't want to kill the King of Slaughter.

It wasn't out of pity, but rather a deeper consideration.

Without a ruler, a land of slaughter is bound to descend into chaos.

Without restraint, those who have fallen will pour out of the killing city and wreak havoc on the human world.

He didn't want to see such a devastating and bloody landscape.

To be more precise, what he didn't want to kill was the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King.

That was a soul beast parasitizing Tang Chen's body; it was the one controlling the order of the Slaughter City.

Leaving this soul beast to manage the Slaughter City will at least maintain the status quo.

It's not too late for him to deal with this later when he has more free time.

But Tang Chen will definitely still be killed.

Putting aside the fact that he is already at odds with the Haotian Sect, just the fact that Tang Chen has the inheritance of the Asura God means that the other party must die.

He will not give Tang San any chance to rise to power.

Tang Hao is crippled, Tang Xiao is dead, and only Tang Chen remains as the pillar of the Haotian Sect.

If Tang Chen were alive, Tang San might have received the inheritance of the Asura God and become the next Asura God, which would have been a huge hidden danger.

After figuring it out, Yang Jian looked down at the King of Slaughter in the deep pit, his voice echoing like thunder in the space: "Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King, come out!"

The King of Slaughter's body trembled violently.

His eyes widened, his pupils filled with disbelief.

How did this human know his secret?

How do you know he is the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King?

He had been living inside Tang Chen's body for hundreds of years without anyone noticing. At this moment, he was filled with fear, but even more so with resentment.

He was a ferocious beast, a ferocious beast that had lived for tens of thousands of years, and he did not want to die.

"You...how could you..."

The King of Slaughter's voice trembled.

I don't want to repeat myself.

Yang Jian's voice was icy cold, devoid of any warmth.

The King of Slaughter's body began to contort, and black lines appeared on the surface of his skin, bulging like blood vessels and wriggling beneath his skin.

His body twisted, deformed, and torn.

Suddenly, a huge bat emerged from his body.

The bat was entirely blood-red, with wingspans reaching three zhang (approximately 10 meters). Its body was covered in barbs, and its eyes were blood-red with vertical pupils that emitted an evil light.

It detached from Tang Chen's body, flew into the air, and looked at Yang Jian with trepidation.

Tang Chen's body fell from the sky and landed on a pile of rubble, where he remained motionless.

His face was pale, his lips were purple, and his breath was weak, as if he had fainted, but his body was not dead and his heart was still beating.

He had only been parasitized for hundreds of years, his consciousness suppressed, but it had not completely dissipated.

The crimson nine-headed bat king flapped its wings, curled up into a ball, and its voice was full of fear and humility: "My lord, please spare me."

Yang Jian ignored it, his gaze falling on Tang Chen. A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he raised his three-pointed double-edged sword and slashed at Tang Chen's head.

But at that moment, an invisible force descended from the sky and blocked his blade.

Then a majestic voice came from all directions.

"you dare!"

Yang Jian's spirits lifted.

The sound didn't come from the air; it exploded directly in his mind, making his soul tremble.

He guessed that the other party must be the Asura God, who had finally appeared.

He raised his head, looked at the faintly visible blood-red phantom in the sky, and sneered as he slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

"God of Asura, you cannot easily interfere in the human realm. Do you really think you can stop me?"

He raised his three-pointed double-edged sword again and slashed at Tang Chen.

The blade sliced ​​through the air, producing a sharp sonic boom that sent surrounding debris and dust flying.

The blood-red phantom in the sky also moved.

Suddenly, a beam of blood-red light shot out from the phantom, transforming into a blood-red greatsword that fell from the sky and pierced towards Yang Jian.

The sword exuded an aura of world destruction; it was a divine artifact, the true Asura Demon Sword!

It's not a projection, it's the real thing!

The Asura God crossed realms to make a move; although he could only use a small portion of his power, it was enough to destroy the heavens and the earth.

Yang Jian's knife struck Tang Chen, splitting his body in two.

At the same time, the Asura Demon Sword pierced Yang Jian's chest, the blade entering from the front and exiting from the back, piercing through his body.

Yang Jian swayed and looked down at the sword stuck in his chest.

Fortunately, he was currently in the state of "Heaven and Earth in Manifestation," and his physical strength and defense had reached a terrifying level.

In his normal state, this sword strike would have been enough to kill him.

The Asura Demon Sword is a super artifact, a weapon of god-king level. Its attack power is beyond what mortals can withstand.

But Yang Jian managed to withstand it.

Although he was seriously injured, he did not die.

"..."

The blood-red phantom in the sky fell silent.

He seemed to be in shock, shocked that this mortal could withstand his attack.

Even if he could only use a small portion of the power of the divine artifact, a single strike would be enough to kill any mortal.

But this boy was only stabbed in the chest; he didn't even fall down.

"Very good, you human are really good."

The Asura God's voice was filled with suppressed anger and resentment.

He didn't want to let Yang Jian off the hook, but since he had already violated the rules, if he continued to act and was discovered by other god-kings, he would also be punished. In the end, he did nothing.

He gritted his teeth and uttered a harsh threat, "I, the God King, am warning you, I'll let this go this time! But if you dare to lay a hand on Tang San, even if it violates the rules, I, the God King, will kill you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the blood-red phantom in the sky vanished.

That invisible sense of oppression also disappeared.

The Asura Demon Sword embedded in Yang Jian's chest transformed into countless blood-red specks of light, dissipating into the air.

Yang Jian's body swayed, exiting the hundred-zhang-tall Dharma Heaven and Earth state and returning to its normal size.

He knelt on one knee, clutching his bleeding chest, gasping for breath.

He had a fist-sized wound on his chest, running from front to back, from which blood gushed out, staining his hands red.

He could feel a strange force eroding his body at the wound site, preventing it from healing.

That was a curse, the curse of the Asura God.

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Yang Jian gritted his teeth, activated the Eight-Nine Arcane Technique, and forced the muscles in his chest to contract, squeezing the wound shut.

The bleeding stopped, but the power of the curse remained, causing a lingering pain.

"call!"

Yang Jian let out a long breath and stood up from the ground.

He glanced at Tang Chen's corpse, then at the direction in which the phantom in the sky had disappeared, and a thorny feeling welled up in his heart.

The God of Asura is clearly biased towards Tang San.

They even ventured into other fields.

Next time, if he really attacks Tang San, the Asura God might not just use a projection; he might even descend in his true form.

Can he defeat the God-King who has descended in his true form?

He wasn't sure.

Although the Law of Heaven and Earth is powerful, it is ultimately a stripped-down version, and he has only just begun to grasp the basics.