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

But the word "retreat" doesn't exist in Xiong Jun's dictionary.

It is the king of the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear clan and the most unruly being in the Star Dou Great Forest.

Pride does not allow it to bow its head, and dignity does not allow it to flee.

It would rather die in battle than flee back with its tail between its legs.

Its pupils were almost bloodshot, its soul power surged wildly within its body, and dark golden light seeped out from its fur, enveloping its entire body in a ball of light.

The light grew brighter and brighter, and its size increased dramatically, its muscles bulging like small mountains. It exuded a suffocating pressure, and the ground beneath its feet cracked inch by inch, with the cracks extending dozens of feet in all directions.

"Heaven-Tearing Claw!"

It suddenly raised its right paw, and a dark golden phantom tens of feet long condensed at the tip of the paw, which was the outline of a bear paw magnified a hundred times.

The five illusory claws were several feet long, their tips brimming with soul power so dense they were almost tangible, containing a power powerful enough to tear the heavens apart.

This is its strongest trump card, cultivated for tens of thousands of years. Legend has it that even Di Tian was injured by this move. In the Star Dou Great Forest, no soul beast dares to take it head-on.

It doesn't believe any human can withstand this blow.

It wanted to tear Yang Jian to pieces, even if it meant mutual destruction.

The giant claw phantom crashed down.

The air whistled sharply under the immense pressure, as if the entire world was wailing.

Yang Jian stared at the dark golden phantom, his expression unchanged.

He still didn't use any soul skills, only activating the Eight-Nine Arcane Technique the instant the phantom appeared.

The golden light within his body surged once more, and golden patterns spread from his chest to his entire body, with every inch of his skin glowing, like lava surging beneath the earth's crust.

His body grew taller again from this point—one hundred zhang, two hundred zhang, three hundred zhang, five hundred zhang, finally stopping at a height of one thousand zhang.

A giant, thousands of feet tall, stood on the plain, its head almost touching the clouds.

The moonlight fell on him, casting a huge shadow on the ground that almost covered the entire Tianqing City. The lights in the city dimmed in the shadow, as if half the sky was covered by a giant curtain.

Xiong Jun's Sky-Tearing Claw landed squarely on him.

The dark golden phantom grazed the skin, making a screeching sound and sparking a string of golden sparks that shone brightly in the dark night.

The phantom left only a faint white mark on his skin before suddenly dissipating as if it had exhausted all its power, turning into countless tiny specks of light that vanished without a trace in the night wind.

On Yang Jian's skin, not a single mark was left; the mysterious patterns remained intact, as if nothing had ever happened.

Xiong Jun looked up at the thousand-foot-tall giant, his whole body trembling.

His lips moved, and broken sobs escaped his throat. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word.

The claws were still in the swinging posture, but they had long since lost their strength and hung limply at the sides.

An unprecedented fear surged from the depths of her soul, more terrifying than death itself, like a cold, venomous snake coiling around her heart, tightening ever more.

It finally realized that the human in front of it was not someone it could afford to mess with.

It was wrong, terribly wrong; it shouldn't have come in the first place.

Yang Jian slowly bent down, and his huge palm descended like a dark cloud.

With his five fingers spread, he precisely gripped Xiong Jun's body.

Xiong Jun's size was already enormous in the eyes of ordinary soul beasts, but in Yang Jian's hands, it was like a restless puppy, with no room to struggle.

His entire body was gripped by a giant hand, his limbs were suspended in the air, and only his head was exposed.

The tiger's mouth was gripping its neck, making it difficult to breathe; each inhale felt like an iron hoop tightening.

"impossible……"

Xiong Jun's voice was hoarse, trembling in a way he himself didn't want to admit, "This is impossible... How could you..."

His words came out in fits and starts, like the gasp of a broken bellows, each word shrouded in despair.

Yang Jian's voice fell from the sky, like thunder rolling in the clouds, exploding in its ears: "Before you came to me, you should have understood one thing: I am not someone you can mess with."

Chapter 206 The Fall of Xiong Jun

Yang Jian's five fingers began to tighten.

Xiong Jun felt his bones creaking and cracking, as if they were about to shatter at any moment.

It struggled desperately, its limbs kicking wildly in the air.

It tried to activate its soul skill, but as soon as its soul power condensed, it was crushed to pieces by that immense force and couldn't even last a moment.

Countless images flashed through my mind—the way Big Flower dozed in the sunlight, the contented snores while eating, and the days we walked side by side in the woods.

Finally, all the images freeze on one thought: it regretted it.

He regretted being so arrogant and regretted coming alone to seek revenge.

It should have listened to its clansmen's advice and brought the other ferocious beasts with it.

But it's too late to say anything now.

A regretful sob escaped his throat, low and broken, like the final lament of a wild beast trapped in the mud, an overwhelming sense of sorrow.

Yang Jian clenched his fists tightly.

A crisp cracking sound was followed by a series of bone-cracking sounds.

Xiong Jun's body was completely deformed in the giant hand, his dark golden fur was soaked in blood, and the sound of bones shattering echoed across the plain.

The limbs were bent at bizarre angles, the white bone fragments pierced the skin, the internal organs were squeezed out from between the mouth and nose, and scalding blood dripped from between the fingers, creating blood pits on the ground.

Yang Jian released his grip. Xiong Jun's body was already lifeless, falling from the sky like a crumpled rag, hitting the ground with a dull thud and raising a cloud of dust.

Blood gushed from all parts of the corpse, pooling in the soil to form a large dark red pool that spread outwards, staining the grass and leaves all around.

Its eyes were still wide open, its pupils dilated, its face filled with the last fear and regret, its mouth slightly open, but it could no longer utter a sound.

The entire process took less than thirty breaths.

Yang Jian released the Heaven and Earth Manifestation Technique and returned to his original form.

He stood there, the night wind blowing his robes, not a drop of sweat on his forehead, his breathing steady and normal, as if nothing had happened.

He looked down at the massive corpse on the ground, his expression unchanging, as if he were looking at an object unrelated to himself.

A red spirit ring slowly rose from Xiong Jun's corpse, emitting a heart-palpitating light, like a miniature blood moon hanging in mid-air, turning the surrounding grass and leaves a dark red.

On the city walls and rooftops of Tianqing City, countless people were still looking in this direction.

Some people saw the outline of the thousand-foot giant by the moonlight, some heard the earth-shattering roar, and some witnessed the whole process of the giant beast being crushed.

The strong smell of blood drifted into the city on the night wind, filling everyone's nostrils.

Some people's legs were so weak that they had to hold onto the city wall to stand up; some covered their mouths and dared not make a sound, for fear of bringing disaster upon themselves; some collapsed on the ground and could not get up for a long time; and some vomited incessantly while holding onto the wall.

"That...that's His Holiness the Pope?" A middle-aged man's voice trembled as he pointed at the figure outside the city, his finger shaking like a leaf. "That's His Holiness the Pope?"

"His Holiness the Pope is too strong... That bear must have at least 100,000 years of cultivation, right? Did you guys see the red spirit ring?"

"A 100,000-year-old soul beast? A 100,000-year-old Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear is at least as strong as a Limit Douluo! His Holiness the Pope dealt with it in just a few breaths?" Another person chimed in, his voice filled with disbelief. "I've lived for over fifty years and have never seen anything like this!"

"Wait! Look over there!"

Suddenly someone screamed and pointed in the direction of the Starry Sky Forest.

In the distance, four figures were rapidly approaching each other, their speed leaving long trails in the night sky.

At the forefront was a massive, crimson figure with three heads that swayed alternately in the moonlight, each mouth revealing fangs and spitting out sparks.

Following closely behind was a purple humanoid silhouette, slender and elegant, like a woman in purple walking in the air, her skirt billowing behind her.

Further behind were two green figures, moving slightly slower, but still incredibly fast.

Four figures landed not far from Xiong Jun's corpse.

Yang Jian glanced up and recognized the Demon King and Bi Ji; they were both old acquaintances.

Although I haven't seen the other two before, I can guess their identities from their auras—the three-headed red one is the Red King, and the purple figure has a strange and alluring aura, so it should be the Purple Princess.

The gazes of the four ferocious beasts all fell upon Xiong Jun's corpse.

The air suddenly froze, and even the night breeze seemed to stop for a moment.

The Red King's three heads widened simultaneously, his six eyes filled with disbelief.

It opened its mouth, revealing a mouthful of fangs, and a hoarse growl rolled from its throat: "The Bear King... is dead?"

It abruptly turned its head, its gaze fixed on Yang Jian, and the hair on all three heads stood on end, each hair like a steel needle: "Did you do this?!"

With one step, the ground shattered.

The three heads roared in fury simultaneously, their voices echoing across the plain: "You killed the Bear King! You dared to kill the Bear King! I'll tear you apart!"

Reason was completely overwhelmed by rage, and only one thought remained in its mind.

That means rushing up and killing this human.

With a sudden burst of strength from his limbs, his massive body transformed into a crimson blur as he charged toward Yang Jian.

The three heads opened their mouths simultaneously, condensing into three balls of blazing flame. The three tongues of fire intertwined in the air, forming a fire net that even distorted the surrounding moonlight.

"Red King! No—" Brigitte's voice came from behind, but it was too late.

Her face turned deathly pale as she watched helplessly as the Crimson King charged toward the white figure, a strong sense of foreboding rising in her heart.

She wanted to chase after him to stop him, but she was no match for the Crimson King and couldn't catch up. She could only stand there, her palms clenched with cold sweat and her lips trembling slightly.

Yang Jian stood still, not even glancing at the Crimson King.

He slightly raised his left hand, and white light poured out from his palm.

"Howling Celestial Dog".

A small white figure appeared before him. At first, it was only the size of an ordinary puppy, but the moment it appeared, it grew rapidly—one zhang, ten zhang, fifty zhang, until it reached a hundred zhang in height.

A colossal beast, hundreds of feet tall, crouched on the plain. Its silvery-white fur gleamed with a metallic sheen under the moonlight, each strand as translucent as a silver thread, swaying gently in the night breeze.

Eight red spirit rings rose from beneath its feet. The eight 100,000-year spirit rings shone brightly in the night sky, like eight blood moons rising at the same time, dyeing the entire plain a dazzling dark red.

The Red King rushed up to it.