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

The air was filled with the stench of blood from Xiong Jun's corpse, mixed with a trace of the void air left by the spatial rift.

Yang Jian's voice rang out in the night wind, as calm as greeting someone he had just met, devoid of hostility or respect: "You are Di Tian?"

Di Tian did not answer.

His gaze slowly shifted from Yang Jian to the small white figure not far behind him.

Under the moonlight, the Celestial Hound sat on the grass, having returned to its normal size.

It looked like an ordinary white dog, with its ears perked up and its tail wagging gently. It was gentle and harmless, no different from the stray dogs that could be seen everywhere on the roadside.

No one would be wary of such a small dog at first glance.

But Di Tian's pupils contracted slightly at that moment.

His perception has never been wrong.

Having lived for hundreds of thousands of years, he has seen countless soul beasts, ferocious beasts, and humans. He has even seen gods and the residual aura of ancient creatures that had long been extinct in the ruins of the ancient dragon clan.

But at this moment, the aura emanating from this seemingly harmless white dog stirred an instinctive sense of vigilance within him.

That alertness came from the deepest part of the soul, from the oldest fragments of memory, as if the primal fear remaining in the blood was whispering.

He subtly released his mental energy, attempting to investigate the white dog's background.

But as soon as the mental energy touched within a foot of the Howling Celestial Dog, it was as if it had hit an invisible wall. All senses were bounced back, like water ripples hitting a reef, turning into tiny ripples and dissipating into the air.

Di Tian frowned slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his golden pupils.

Having lived this long, this was the first time he had encountered something he couldn't understand at all.

It's not that he hasn't seen strong people before.

However, all those beings share a common characteristic—no matter how strong they are, they all bear the imprint of this world. Whether they are soul beasts or ferocious beasts, they are all inevitably tainted by the aura of Douluo Continent.

But this white dog's scent was completely different.

It seemed to come from another, more ancient, and more distant dimension, so unfamiliar to him that he couldn't categorize it.

Di Tian's gaze lingered on the Howling Celestial Dog for a few moments, a complex light flashing in his golden pupils. He remained silent, rummaging through ancient memories in his mind, trying to find a corresponding name, but ultimately found nothing.

He couldn't be sure what the white dog's origins were.

Di Tian stood in the night wind, his black robe fluttering in the wind, and the moonlight cast a silvery outline on his body.

His gaze swept across the battlefield.

Xiong Jun's corpse lay like a collapsed hill under the moonlight, his dark golden fur soaked in blood, gleaming with a somber light.

The thick stench of blood filled the air, and even the evening breeze couldn't dispel it.

Di Tian remained silent for a long time, his golden pupils as deep as pools, and no one knew what he was thinking.

After a long silence, he finally spoke, his voice low and calm, devoid of any emotional fluctuation: "You killed the king of my Star Dou Great Forest. Now commit suicide to atone for your sins, or else..."

He paused, his gaze passing over Yang Jian and landing on the distant Tianqing City.

The outline of the city was faintly discernible in the moonlight, with scattered lights on the city walls.

"I will make sure that all the humans in that city are buried with you."

His tone was flat, clearly stating a given fact, yet also like issuing an unalterable ultimatum.

There were no threats, no roars, only an unwavering sense of entitlement.

The outcome was already predetermined; all that remained was for Yang Jian to make a choice.

Di Tian had absolute confidence in his own strength.

Even though the white dog made him a little wary, and its unfamiliar and unclassifiable aura did indeed touch the deepest part of his soul, he was still confident that with his full strength, no matter how many tricks the other party had up their sleeve, they couldn't make a fuss.

He is the Beast God, the ruler of the Star Dou Great Forest, the closest being to a god on this continent, and possesses divine skills such as the Dragon God Claw.

Even if the white dog possessed power equal to his, the outcome of the battle would be a foregone conclusion.

Having lived for hundreds of thousands of years and experienced countless life-and-death battles, his accumulated experience and knowledge far surpasses that of a white dog of unknown origin.

"hehe."

Yang Jian stood there, hands in his pockets, looking relaxed.

He looked up at Di Tian, ​​his face showing no fear or tension, and even a faint smile playing on his lips.

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly across the entire plain: "Aren't you afraid of biting off more than you can chew? You're welcome to try."

He raised his left hand, and a flash of white light appeared. The Celestial Hound transformed into a white ray of light and disappeared into his palm, returning to his body.

He then stepped forward, his right hand forming a loose fist, and a silvery-white light gathered in his palm, causing a three-pointed, double-edged sword to appear out of thin air.

The blade reflected the moonlight, gleaming with a cold, silvery light. The three-pointed edge trembled slightly, emitting a low hum, like a long-dormant beast slowly opening its eyes.

Di Tian's pupils contracted slightly.

His gaze fell on the strangely shaped weapon, and a flash of golden light disappeared deep in his eyes.

This knife gave him a very strange feeling. Although it was just a martial spirit, it gave him the illusion of being an ancient divine weapon.

Even from several meters away, the sharpness made his skin tighten slightly, as if something had sliced ​​through the air, leaving an invisible mark.

His brows furrowed even more.

Yang Jian's decision to abandon relying on the white dog and fight alone deeply displeased him, as he felt slighted by a human.

In his long life, nothing like this had ever happened before.

Di Tian said no more.

He raised his right hand, his long, pale fingertips pointing in front of him, condensing a beam of black light.

The light was condensed into thin lines, exuding a chilling aura.

With a flick of his finger, the black ray shot straight for Yang Jian's brow at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

The ray ripped through the sky, leaving a black trail in its wake.

The grass blades on the ground were swept by the trail, as if scorched by invisible flames, instantly withering, curling, and turning charred black.

The ray traveled at an extreme speed, so fast that the air didn't even have time to vibrate. Only after the light had passed did it burst into a belated, sharp whistling sound.

Chapter 209 Battle against Di Tian

Yang Jian raised his knife and casually swung it.

The blade traced a silvery arc in the air, striking precisely the center of the black ray.

The rays struck an indestructible barrier, splitting in two into two black beams that swept diagonally across the ground on either side, exploding with a deafening roar and leaving behind two charred craters.

Dirt flew everywhere, stones scattered, and a burnt smell filled the air.

Yang Jian stood rooted to the spot, knife in hand, without taking a single step back.

He glanced at Di Tian and said in a flat tone, "Is this all you've got? Beast God, show me something real."

Di Tian's expression finally changed.

A flicker of shock crossed his golden eyes, fleeting yet clearly visible in the moonlight.

His gaze returned to the three-pointed double-edged sword, this time scrutinizing it closely, not even missing the fine lines on the blade.

He had lived for hundreds of thousands of years and seen countless strange martial spirits, but he had never seen such a weapon before—it could so easily cleave through his attacks, its quality must be far superior to ordinary weapon spirits, at least at the level of a divine artifact.

How could a human possess such a martial spirit?

But Di Tian didn't have time to investigate further.

Yang Jian's dismissive tone completely ignited the suppressed anger in his heart.

Having lived for hundreds of thousands of years, he had never been so despised by humans.

His dignity, his pride, and his name as the Beast God could not tolerate this offense.

Di Tian no longer held back.

His body trembled, and black light erupted from within him, completely enveloping him.

The bones emitted a series of crackling sounds, and the body began to swell.

Black scales emerged from under the skin, covering the entire body. Each scale gleamed with a deep black sheen, like obsidian polished over millennia.

Its limbs suddenly grew thicker, and sharp dragon claws emerged from its fingertips, the tips of which gleamed with a cold, eerie light.

A pair of enormous black dragon wings sprouted from its back, their spread almost blotting out the sky.

The wing membrane is covered with fine gold patterns, resembling an ancient totem.

The head transformed into a dragon's head, with two curved horns extending from its forehead, their tips reflecting the cold light of the moon.

Its mouth is full of fangs, each as long as an arm, and they make a harsh grinding sound when they bite.

A giant black dragon lay across the plain.

Its size was several times larger than that of the bear king. Its head was held high, its wings were outstretched, and its tail hung down to the ground, like a black mountain range lying across the sky and earth.

He opened his mouth, and a ball of black flame condensed deep in his throat.

Flames surged and danced, radiating intense heat capable of melting gold and iron, distorting and warping the air within several meters around them.

The next instant, a black fireball burst forth, drawing a blazing arc in the air and trailing a long black tail of flame, heading straight for Yang Jian.

Where the fireball passed, a scorched groove was carved into the ground, rocks turned into liquid, and soil evaporated into white smoke.

As Yang Jian gazed at the oncoming black fireball, a glint of light finally appeared in his eyes: "This is getting interesting."

The sound drifted in the night breeze, carrying a hint of approval.

His soul power surged suddenly, and one soul ring after another lit up beneath his feet.

Black, black, black, black, red, red, red, red—eight soul rings appeared one after another, the light of four ten-thousand-year rings and four hundred-thousand-year rings intertwined, shining brightly under the moonlight.

First Soul Skill, Second Soul Skill... all the way to the Seventh Soul Skill, seven layers of enhancement were stacked on his body one after another, each layer increasing his aura by a certain amount.

A layer of rich golden light rose from his body, growing brighter and more solid, until it enveloped him entirely in a golden cocoon of light.

His grip on the knife tightened slightly, and the blade gleamed with a sudden burst of silver light, like a small, silvery sun rising in the night sky.

He raised his sword and slashed down at the black fireball.