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

He deliberately led Tang Hao further away, fighting and retreating at the same time, and soon left the territory of Wuhun City.

The two fought fiercely through the night sky, leaving deep furrows in their wake, as if plowed by some giant beast.

Tang Hao's attacks became increasingly frenzied, and his hammer shadows grew denser, but Yang Jian remained calm and composed throughout.

The three-pointed double-edged sword was as easy to wield as an extension of his arm. Every swing of it accurately blocked Tang Hao's attacks, and he could even seize the opportunity to counterattack with a few strikes.

The two fought from high in the sky to the ground, and then from the ground back up into the sky, advancing hundreds of miles westward.

The scenery on the ground rushed past beneath my feet, and the mountains and rivers turned into blurry patches of color.

Finally, they arrived at a truly desolate and uninhabited place.

This is an endless Gobi Desert, barren of vegetation, with the ground covered in gravel and yellow sand, devoid of any signs of life.

After confirming that no innocent people would be harmed here, Yang Jian decided to stop holding back.

He sheathed his three-pointed double-edged sword, formed hand seals, and a burst of golden light erupted from his body.

His body began to swell, one zhang, two zhang, five zhang, ten zhang, twenty zhang, fifty zhang, one hundred zhang.

His entire body was covered in dark gold skin, which was covered with dense, mysterious patterns, like some kind of ancient runes.

His face turned blue and fanged, and his eyes became golden vertical pupils, radiating a captivating light.

His hands transformed into claws, their nails sharp as blades and gleaming coldly.

A giant, hundreds of feet tall, stood on the Gobi Desert. The moonlight shone on him, casting his shadow on the ground, like a huge shadow covering the entire Gobi.

Tang Hao was completely dumbfounded.

He looked up at the hundred-foot-tall giant, his mind blank. The Haotian Hammer in his hand seemed so small, like a toy.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but it was as if something was blocking his throat, and he couldn't utter a single word.

I don't remember Yang Jian having this move. This kid was actually hiding his strength?

But he quickly regained his confidence.

He still had a trump card; he still had the power bestowed upon him by the Asura God. He didn't believe he would lose.

He shouted, "Don't think you're the only one who can grow bigger!"

He now wore a layer of dark red armor, its surface covered with fine patterns that resembled pulsating blood vessels, exuding a chilling aura.

The replica armor bestowed upon him by the God of Asura, though merely a replica, had reached the level of a divine artifact, possessing defensive and amplifying power far exceeding that of ordinary equipment.

His body also grew rapidly. Although he was not as tall as Yang Jian, who was a hundred feet tall, he still grew to a height of several tens of feet, standing on the Gobi Desert like a small mountain.

Although she was still a size smaller than Yang Jian when they stood together, she finally had some confidence to stand up to him.

He raised the Haotian Hammer, and the hammerhead grew larger, like a small mountain, and smashed it towards Yang Jian's chest.

With a loud bang, the Haotian Hammer smashed into Yang Jian's body.

But Yang Jian didn't move an inch, not even his body swayed.

His dark golden skin gleamed faintly in the moonlight, and the Haotian Hammer didn't even leave a white mark when it struck him.

Tang Hao's arm was thrown back by the recoil, and a gash appeared on his hand, with blood flowing down the hammer handle.

His face was filled with shock and disbelief.

His full-force attack couldn't even break through the opponent's defense?

Yang Jian sighed, his enormous voice echoing like thunder across the Gobi Desert: "You're too weak."

He reached out, his enormous hand descending like a dark cloud, his fingers spread wide, and grabbed Tang Hao's body.

His fingers tightened, and with a crisp crack, Tang Hao's dark red armor began to shatter inch by inch, breaking into countless fragments like glass, turning into red specks of light and dissipating into the air.

Tang Hao let out a shrill scream, his voice filled with resentment and anger: "Impossible! This is impossible!"

He used all his strength to burn the divine power within his body.

The power bestowed upon him by the Asura God burned wildly within his body, like a ball of molten lava surging through his veins.

His aura surged to a terrifying level, and a golden soul ring appeared beneath his feet. It was a divine ring bestowed upon him by the God of Asura, radiating divine majesty and oppressive power.

In this state, he can only last for a minute at most, and then he will die from overdrawing his life force.

But Tang Hao no longer cared.

As long as Yang Jian can be killed, I am willing to die together with him.

He suddenly broke free from Yang Jian's grasp, his body tumbling several times in the night sky before landing hundreds of feet away.

He raised the Haotian Hammer in his hand again, and all the patterns on the hammer shone with golden light, interspersed with blood-red threads, which were the power he had gained by burning his life.

He destroyed nine spirit rings.

Two yellow, two purple, and five black soul rings shattered simultaneously, transforming into nine beams of light of different colors that merged into the Clear Sky Hammer.

He then blew up the golden halo.

The moment the divine ring shattered, a powerful energy shockwave spread in all directions, scattering the yellow sand on the ground.

He unleashed his final move, the Great Sumeru Hammer.

That was the strongest attack from the Haotian Sect, sacrificing life for power sufficient to destroy the heavens and the earth; each strike was like a mountain crashing down.

He merged with the Haotian Hammer, transforming into a golden pillar of light a hundred feet long, which shot towards Yang Jian.

Wherever the beam of light passed, the air evaporated, the ground melted, and a ravine tens of meters deep appeared on the Gobi Desert, the rocks on both sides of the ravine were charred black.

Yang Jian's expression changed slightly.

He could feel that the power of this attack far exceeded that of the previous ones.

He raised his right arm, crossed it in front of him, and a more intense glow shone on his dark golden skin.

With a deafening roar, the golden beam struck his right arm, bursting forth with blinding light that illuminated the entire Gobi Desert as if it were daytime.

The earth trembled, the sky shook, and the clouds were blown away by the shockwave, revealing the pale moon behind them.

The light lasted for a few breaths before slowly fading away.

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A deep wound appeared on Yang Jian's arm, the skin and flesh rolled back, and blood seeped from the wound and dripped onto the ground, instantly evaporating into a cloud of white mist.

His body swayed slightly, but he quickly regained his balance and stood firmly.

A hint of surprise flashed in his golden vertical pupils.

Tang Hao's outburst did exceed his expectations, but this attack only caused him minor injuries.

On the other hand, Tang Hao had exhausted all his strength and crashed heavily to the ground from the sky.

He was covered in blood and his breath was extremely weak.

His Haotian Hammer had shattered, turning into countless fragments scattered in the surrounding yellow sand.

His armor was also shattered, revealing his battered body underneath, his skin covered in cracks, like a piece of porcelain about to break.

His breath was extremely weak, like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

He lay in the yellow sand, his body convulsing, blood gushing from his mouth, staining the sand beneath him red.

His eyes were still open, staring intently in Yang Jian's direction, his pupils filled with despair and resentment.

Yang Jian dispelled the Heaven and Earth Manifestation Technique, returned to his normal size, fell from the sky, and walked in front of Tang Hao.

He looked down at the once arrogant Haotian Douluo, his expression completely unchanged.

Tang Hao's lips trembled. He wanted to say something, but the blood rising in his throat blocked his voice, and he could only let out muffled sobs.

He struggled desperately to get up, but his limbs wouldn't obey him.

His eyes were filled with despair and madness: "Impossible...impossible...the God of Asura clearly said...you can't beat me now...why..."

His voice was broken and intermittent.

He hated it so much—he hated Yang Jian, he hated the Asura God, and he hated his own incompetence.

He wanted to live, even if it meant living like a dog.

He began to beg for mercy, tears and snot streaming down his face: "Let me go...please...I'll do anything you want...I'll be your dog...I'll kill for you...just spare my life..."

His voice grew softer and weaker, as if it might break at any moment.

Yang Jian did not answer, nor did he waver in the slightest.

He raised the three-pointed double-edged sword and stabbed it into Tang Hao's chest.

The blade pierced through his chest, drawing out a puff of warm blood mist.

Tang Hao's body stiffened abruptly, his pupils contracted sharply, and his mouth opened wide as if he wanted to let out a final scream, but only a stream of bloody foam gushed from his throat.

Yang Jian lowered his head and calmly whispered in his ear, "I almost forgot to tell you. I have completely destroyed the Haotian Sect. Everyone in it is dead. You should be able to see them when you go down."

His voice was devoid of any emotional fluctuation, as if he were stating an objective fact.

Upon hearing this, Tang Hao's eyes turned bloodshot, as if they were about to bleed.

A hoarse whimper escaped his throat, as if he wanted to curse loudly, but the gushing blood blocked his throat.

His body convulsed violently a few times, then suddenly froze and remained completely still.

His eyes were still open, his pupils dilated, and he died with his eyes wide open.

Yang Jian put away his three-pointed double-edged sword and stood in front of Tang Hao's corpse, his brows furrowed.

He always felt that something was wrong.

Did the God of Asura give Tang Hao power just so he could come and die?

Back in the City of Slaughter, the God of Asura attacked him from another realm. Although he was injured, the other party should have been aware of his strength.

Tang Hao, who was forcibly elevated by divine power, is at most a level three god. How could he possibly be his opponent?

The Asura God should be aware of this.

What is the point of doing this?

Yang Jian's brows furrowed more and more, and his heart suddenly started beating faster, as if some instinct was giving him a warning.