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

With five ferocious beasts joining forces, he couldn't imagine what could possibly happen.

He turned around and walked back into the depths of the forest.

The footsteps faded into the distance, and the lake returned to its calm.

Dusk completely enveloped the earth, and the surface of the Lake of Life glowed faintly in the darkness, like a closing eye.

Chapter 204 The Bear King's Attack

Outside Tianqing City, the night wind, carrying the dampness of the Starry Sky Forest, swept over the high city walls, causing the banners on the city walls to flutter and the gold threads on the banners to shimmer with silver light under the moonlight.

The entire city had long since fallen asleep, with only a few scattered windows letting out dim yellow lights, flickering in the darkness.

Moonlight spilled across the plains outside the city, gilding the grass and leaves with a silvery frost, and dewdrops clung to the tips of the leaves, swaying gently in the soft light.

Occasionally, the cries of night birds pierce the silence of the night from the depths of the distant forest, their echoes lingering in the boundless darkness.

On the second floor of an inn in the city, Yang Jian sat cross-legged on a bed by the window, his eyes closed. Golden soul power flowed slowly through his meridians, circulating steadily and precisely with each breath.

He has been staying here for three days, spending his time eating and practicing asceticism, patiently waiting like a hunter in slumber, calm and composed, with a clear plan in mind.

The window was half-open, and the night wind blew in through the cracks, ruffling the hem of his clothes and the ends of his hair.

He remained unmoved, like a stubborn rock on a mountaintop, standing firm against wind and rain.

Suddenly, his eyelids trembled slightly.

The slightest twitch of the earlobe was enough to detect an unusual movement that most people could not perceive.

The spiritual energy emanated from between his brows, spreading outwards like ripples on water, instantly covering an area of ​​dozens of miles.

The next moment, a massive and furious life force crashed into my senses, rapidly approaching from the direction of the Star Dou Great Forest.

Its aura was wild and untamed, crashing through giant trees and overturning soil along its path, startling birds in the forest and causing beasts to cower in fear, as if it were making its presence known to the entire world.

Yang Jian sensed intense hatred and murderous intent in that aura—the kind of emotion only a wild beast would have after losing its loved ones, burning and frenzied, like flames that had been accumulating in the chest for too long, finally finding an outlet.

He could almost picture the beast charging forward, its bloodshot eyes, and its gaping maw grinding its teeth.

He opened his eyes, got up, walked to the window, and looked outside.

Under the moonlight, Tianqing City was bathed in silvery light. The long street was deserted, except for a few stray cats that darted along the wall, seemingly startled, and ran away with their tails raised.

In the distance, towards the forest, swathes of giant trees collapsed one after another, dust billowing into the sky, like a yellow dragon rolling and advancing through the forest, leaving ruins in its wake. Even centuries-old trees were no match for that force.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of trees breaking and a slight tremor in the ground, a deafening roar suddenly exploded.

The sound waves swept across the night sky, even causing the lanterns on the city wall to sway and the candlelight to flicker.

Yang Jian's expression remained unchanged, as if everything was within his expectations, his eyes showing only the calm of "it's finally here."

He calmly straightened his collar, his long, steady fingers moving steadily, then pushed open the window and leaped out of the windowsill.

With a light tap of his toes in the air, he transformed into a streak of silver light and sped away from the city.

The night wind whistled in his ears, and the houses and trees rushed past his feet. He streaked across the night like a shooting star, leaving a faint trail of light behind him.

He landed on an open plain outside the city, his feet sinking into the soft soil.

The night wind whipped her robes and long hair behind her.

He calmly gazed at the trampled and ravaged edge of the forest, as if waiting for a latecomer, unhurried and without the slightest tension, a faint smile even playing on his lips.

Finally, a dark golden figure rushed out from the forest.

It was a colossal beast, its entire body covered in thick, dark golden fur, gleaming with a metallic sheen in the moonlight. As it ran, its fur surged violently, making a rustling sound.

Its limbs are as thick as pillars, and each step it takes causes the ground to tremble slightly. Its sharp claws plow four deep furrows in the soil, and mud and grass fly everywhere.

Its head was enormous, and its huge mouth was filled with curved fangs that were as long as an adult's arm, with undried blood and bits of flesh stuck between the teeth.

At this moment, his fangs were grinding up and down, making a grinding sound, and his suppressed anger was almost overflowing from between his teeth, with fine spittle spraying into the air with each breath.

Mr. Xiong.

The moment it saw Yang Jian, its massive body came to an abrupt halt.

The four legs scraped long tracks on the ground, sending dirt and gravel flying everywhere, leaving four deep trenches in the ground.

Its forelimbs are slightly bent, its body is lowered, and it adopts an attack posture.

Those eyes, almost the size of Yang Jian himself, were fixed on the white-robed youth before him, their anger almost tangible, as if they wanted to burn everything to ashes.

His breathing was heavy and rapid, his chest heaving violently, and each exhale produced a cloud of white mist that dissipated in the night wind.

Its mind was filled with images of Big Flower—the mother bear who had been with it for tens of thousands of years, hundreds of thousands of years, with gentle eyes, soft fur, and the way she rubbed against it affectionately.

And all of this was destroyed by the human in front of us.

My heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand, the pain almost suffocating me.

Pain mixed with anger surged in his chest, almost threatening to explode his heart.

"You're Yang Jian?"

Its voice was rough and deep, like the grinding of a boulder, each word carrying suppressed rage to the extreme, "The human who killed Big Flower?"

Yang Jian stood there, hands in his pockets, looking up at the enormous creature, his tone as calm as if he were exchanging pleasantries with a passerby: "That's right, it's me."

It was as if the ferocious beast before them, capable of tearing everything apart, was no different from the roadside weeds.

Xiong Jun's eyes widened suddenly, and his killing intent shot out like a sharp sword.

Its forelimbs slammed heavily into the ground, and with a deafening roar, the ground shattered like a spider web, dust and gravel flew everywhere, and several fist-sized pieces of gravel flew dozens of feet away, bouncing several times on the ground before coming to a stop.

It opened its massive jaws, revealing its gleaming white fangs, and let out a deafening roar: "Damn human! You will die today!"

The roar echoed across the plain, the sound waves pushing outwards like an invisible giant wall, pressing down all the grass and leaves, and swirling dust into the air, condensing into a hazy yellow mist.

In the distance, the city walls of Tianqing City trembled slightly in the sound waves, and dust fell from the walls.

The defenders were so frightened that their legs went weak, and several of the more timid ones collapsed to the ground, their spears clattering to the floor and rolling far away.

The city's residents were jolted awake from their sleep; some sat up abruptly, their hearts pounding like drums.

Someone hurriedly went to light the lamp, and it took several attempts for their trembling fingers to strike the flint.

Someone opened the window and looked out of the city. Under the moonlight, they could only vaguely see two figures, one large and one thin, facing each other from afar.

Soon, the rooftops and streets were filled with people, all craning their necks toward the source of the sound, their whispers blending together.

Yang Jian stood amidst the dust and noise, his expression unwavering.

He even sighed softly, with a hint of disappointment, his voice flat and emotionless: "Your voice is quite loud. I hope your abilities are as loud as your voice."

There was no sarcasm or provocation in his tone; it was just a simple statement.

Xiong Jun was completely enraged.

Without another word, it exerted force with its limbs, and its massive body charged toward Yang Jian like a cannonball.

The earth trembled beneath its feet, pebbles flew everywhere, and each step left a half-foot-deep footprint on the ground, pressing the soil at the edges into a dense and smooth layer.

Chapter 205 Humans, Prepare to Die!

"Humans, prepare to die!"

Xiong Jun raised his right claw high, its five sharp claws gleaming with a dark golden light under the moonlight. Soul power condensed at the claw tip, and a dark golden halo enveloped the giant claw as it slammed down fiercely towards Yang Jian's head.

The force of this claw was enough to shatter a small mountain. The air was torn apart by the claw's edge, producing a sharp whistling sound. The air in front of the claw was instantly compressed, condensing into a transparent wall of air.

At that moment, Yang Jian's aura suddenly changed.

A brilliant golden light shone from his body, like a small sun exploding on the ground. The light instantly illuminated the entire night sky, so bright that even the people watching from the city walls couldn't open their eyes and raised their hands to shield them.

His body began to grow taller and larger—one zhang, five zhang, ten zhang, fifty zhang, and finally settled at one hundred zhang.

Dark gold skin covered his entire body, covered with mysterious patterns, like an ancient rune scroll. The patterns glowed slightly as they flowed with his soul power, as if they were alive.

His face transformed into a blue-faced, fanged creature, with two curved bone horns covered in fine lines protruding from his forehead, their tips gleaming coldly.

His pupils transformed into golden vertical pupils, reflecting the bright moon in the sky, captivating the soul. His hands turned into sharp claws, the nails as sharp as knives, even more chilling than the tips of Xiong Jun's claws.

The Hundred-Foot Law governs the heavens and the earth.

The bear's giant claw slammed solidly into his chest, producing a dull thud.

The shockwaves spread outwards, flattening the grass and even causing the lanterns on the distant city walls to sway precariously.

But Yang Jian's body didn't even sway.

The full-force blow landed on him like a kitten hitting an iron wall, not even lifting a single wrinkle in his robes, leaving only a muffled thud and no further movement.

Xiong Jun's pupils suddenly contracted.

The recoil traveled from its claws along its arm, making its entire right arm numb and its bones ache slightly. It looked down at its claws, where blood seeped between its toes, winding down like a thin red line in the moonlight.

It couldn't believe it.

It used seventy percent of its strength in that attack, enough to flatten a mountain peak, yet it couldn't even break through the opponent's defense.

It refused to believe it and raised its paw to strike again.

This time it exerted all its strength, the soul power on its claws was several times richer than before, a dark golden halo enveloped the entire claw, even the hair on its arm stood up, and it slammed down with a whistling wind.

A low growl escaped his throat as he poured all his strength into that single claw.

Another dull, loud bang.

Yang Jian remained motionless, but Xiong Jun's claws were directly bounced back.

On the tip of the longest and thickest claw, there was even a thin crack, the edges of which gleamed with a dark red luster.

It looked down at its bleeding paws, the wounds were deeper than before, and drops of blood fell onto the soil, creating tiny pits.

Looking up at the giant who was hundreds of feet tall, his mind went blank.

All confidence and pride shattered completely at that moment.

How could this human be so strong?

It quickly recalled every detail of the battle—the opponent didn't even use any soul skills, just stood there and took the hits head-on, while it couldn't even break through the opponent's defense.

For the first time in its life, it began to doubt its own power.