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

With a deafening roar, the pillar of light was shattered by the Haotian Hammer, turning into countless golden specks of light that dissipated into the night sky.

Qian Daoliu's pupils suddenly contracted.

His eighth soul skill was actually smashed by Tang Hao's hammer?

How can this be?

Even at his peak, he couldn't shatter the eighth soul skill of a peerless Douluo with a single blow.

Tang Hao's figure flashed and disappeared from the spot.

The next instant, he appeared in front of Qian Daoliu, moving so fast that Qian Daoliu didn't even have time to react.

The Haotian Hammer in his hand, accompanied by a whistling sound, hurtled straight towards Qian Daoliu's chest. There were no fancy movements, no complicated techniques; it was just the simplest and most direct strike.

Split Mount Hua in two!

Qian Daoliu hastily raised his golden longsword to block in front of his chest.

The moment the hammer and staff collided, an extremely savage force emanated from the Haotian Hammer.

His arm cracked with a snap, the bone broke, and his body fell from the sky like a shooting star, crashing onto the Spirit Hall's plaza.

The ground shattered, and rubble flew everywhere. A crater more than ten meters in diameter appeared in the center of the square, and dust billowed into the sky, obscuring half of the sky.

Qian Daoliu lay at the bottom of the deep pit, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. His robes were shattered, revealing his aged and scarred body.

His golden longsword lay to the side, the gem at its tip dimmed, like a lamp that had been blown out.

His breath was weak and listless, his chest heaving violently, and each breath carried the smell of blood.

Chapter 195 Tang Hao: I'll make him wish he were dead!

Tang Hao slowly descended from the sky, standing on the edge of the deep pit, looking down at Qian Daoliu with undisguised smugness and mockery in his eyes.

His mouth stretched even wider, revealing two rows of teeth that had turned yellow from years of eating raw meat.

"You old bastard, you're going to die if you keep going like this. Hahahaha!"

His laughter echoed above the Spirit Hall, like the hooting of an owl or the raucous laughter of a demon.

"Although I never intended to let you off the hook, I still wanted to keep you around for my amusement!"

Qian Daoliu struggled to climb out of the deep pit, his hands braced on the ground, the bones in his arms creaking as if in protest.

His legs were trembling, but he still stood up straight with his back ramrod straight.

He extended his right hand, his five fingers loosely clenched, and golden light gathered in his palm. A golden longsword flew up from a distance and returned to his hand.

His gaze remained firm, showing no sign of wavering.

He opened his arms and summoned the angelic phantom again, but this time the phantom's light was much dimmer than before, like a candle flickering in the wind, which could be extinguished at any moment.

Tang Hao raised the Haotian Hammer and slammed it down again.

This hammer blow was even more terrifying than before. A layer of dark golden air currents swirled around the hammerhead, interspersed with blood-red threads that seemed to writhe as if they were alive.

Qian Daoliu gritted his teeth and raised his golden longsword to defend.

With a deafening roar, the angelic phantom shattered, turning into countless points of light that vanished into the night sky.

Qian Daoliu's body was once again sent flying, crashing into the wall at the edge of the square. The bricks shattered, burying him in the ruins.

He struggled to crawl out from the rubble, his body covered in wounds, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his face as pale as paper, and his breath barely perceptible.

His golden longsword flew out of his hand and stuck in the ground not far away, its gemstone covered in cracks.

Tang Hao walked up to him, raised the Clear Sky Hammer, and aimed it at his head, a cruel yet satisfied smile on his lips.

"go to hell."

"Wait a minute."

Qian Daoliu's voice was very weak.

What exactly do you want?

Tang Hao stopped what he was doing, his eyes flashing with resentment and pain.

As he recalled his experiences over this period, the anger that had been building up inside him for so long surged up again.

His cultivation was crippled by Yang Jian, and he was imprisoned in a dark and sunless place, spending every day with those apes. The humiliation and despair clung to his heart like venomous snakes, gnawing at his soul day and night.

His voice became low and suppressed, as if he was trying hard to restrain something: "I... am here today to kill Yang Jian, and while I'm at it, to destroy the Spirit Hall!"

His fingers gripped the hammer handle tightly.

"That bastard has ruined me so badly, I'll make him wish he were dead!"

Qian Daoliu struggled to his feet, clutching his chest with one hand and bracing himself against the ground with the other to steady himself.

His voice was weak but still calm: "You were only at level ninety-five, so why have you become so powerful? This isn't normal! What happened to you?"

His gaze was sharp as a knife.

It was as if they wanted to see through Tang Hao's skin to uncover his inner secrets.

Tang Hao laughed loudly, his laughter arrogant and unrestrained, causing the pebbles on the ground to shake.

He didn't hide anything, puffing out his chest and raising his chin slightly: "I have gained the favor of the God of Asura! He has bestowed upon me power, not only raising my cultivation to the level of Peerless Douluo, but also imbuing my Clear Sky Hammer with divine power."

"Looking across the world, no one can rival me!"

His voice was full of confidence and arrogance, as if he had already regarded himself as an invincible being.

"Don't even mention Qian Daoliu, even if you and Yang Jian combined, you wouldn't be a match for me!"

He raised the Haotian Hammer, its dark golden light mixed with a streak of scarlet luster—a trace of divine power—exuding a chilling majesty.

His aura surged again, causing the ground around him to tremble slightly, and an indescribable sense of oppression filled the air.

His gaze swept past Qian Daoliu, watching the spectacle unfold before him. The murderous intent and madness in his eyes surged instantly, as if he had seen the thing he most wanted to tear apart.

"Yang Jian, you just wait, I'm coming to kill you right now!"

He couldn't wait to find Yang Jian.

Qian Daoliu struggled to raise his golden longsword, preparing for a final stand.

His fingers were already too loose to hold on, but he still didn't let go.

Just then, a golden light shot into the sky from the direction of the training room, like a golden pillar piercing through the night sky.

Immediately afterwards, a figure descended from the sky, landing between Qian Daoliu and Tang Hao.

Clad in white, with striking features and sharp, bright eyes, it was none other than Yang Jian.

He held a three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand, its blade gleaming with a cold, silvery light that stood out conspicuously in the darkness.

His gaze fell on Tang Hao, and his brows furrowed slightly.

He could sense that Tang Hao's power was extraordinary; it was the power of a god, filled with bloodlust and aggression.

He turned to Qian Daoliu and said, "Grand Elder, you should leave now. Leave this to me."

His voice was calm, as if he were talking about something trivial.

Qian Daoliu nodded without hesitation and turned to leave.

He walked very fast, his steps unsteady.

He knew that staying here would only cause trouble for Yang Jian, so he had to leave as soon as possible.

When Tang Hao saw his long-awaited enemy appear before him, his aura instantly soared to its peak.

His eyes were filled with murderous intent and madness, as if he had spotted a long-awaited prey: "Yang Jian! You've finally come out! I've been waiting for this day for far too long!"

He raised the Haotian Hammer and attacked Yang Jian frantically.

The hammer shadows piled up one after another, pouring down like a torrential rain. Each hammer blow carried enough power to shatter mountains and split rocks, smashing deep craters into the ground beneath his feet.

His movements became faster and more urgent, as if he were about to unleash all the hatred that had been building up for months.

Yang Jian raised his three-pointed double-edged sword to parry, the blade colliding with the Haotian Hammer, producing a deafening roar, each collision creating a transparent ripple in the air.

He blocked more than a dozen blows in succession, his body was knocked back more than a dozen steps, and his feet left a row of deep footprints on the ground.

But his expression remained unchanged, and his gaze remained calm.

He could sense that Tang Hao's power was indeed much stronger than before, but it was still within a controllable range.

His cultivation level has reached level 79, just one step away from becoming a Soul Douluo.

Although he was not yet a match for the true form of the Asura God, he was confident in dealing with Tang Hao, who had been forcibly elevated by divine power.

To avoid causing too many casualties, Yang Jian decided to end the battle quickly.

With a flick of his wrist, the light on the three-pointed double-edged sword instantly surged, transforming the entire sword into a silver arc tens of feet long, which he then slashed out with.

The air was torn apart where the blade energy passed, producing a sharp whistling sound.

Tang Hao raised his Clear Sky Hammer to block, but the power of the blade energy clearly exceeded his expectations.

His body flew out like a cannonball, directly out of the Spirit Hall and out of Spirit City, crashing heavily onto a barren plain outside the city.

The ground was smashed into a huge crater, smoke and dust billowed into the sky, and debris flew like rain.

Chapter 196 This kid is actually stronger than before?

Tang Hao lay at the bottom of the pit, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, his body covered in mud, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

This kid is actually stronger than before?

Even with the power of the Asura God, which greatly increased his strength, he still couldn't compare?

But soon, his shock was overwhelmed by anger and madness.

He roared and shot into the sky from the deep pit, stabilizing himself in mid-air. His aura surged once more: "You think you can defeat me like this? How naive!"

He raised the Haotian Hammer and charged at Yang Jian again. The hammer's shadow intertwined in the air, forming a huge net that pressed down from all directions.

Yang Jian looked at Tang Hao rushing towards him and felt that they were not far enough away.

He swung his three-pointed double-edged sword to meet the attack. The sword light and the hammer shadow collided continuously in the air, and each collision exploded into a dazzling burst of sparks in the sky.