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

A silvery-white blade of energy flew out from the blade, transforming into an arc-shaped light blade tens of feet long, which met the fireball.

At the moment of impact, a blinding light exploded, illuminating the entire plain as if it were daytime.

A deafening roar.

The black fireball was cleaved in two by the blade's energy, turning into two wisps of fire that swept diagonally toward the ground on either side.

The embers on the left fell into a grove of trees, instantly turning the trees to ashes, leaving only charred trunks leaning precariously.

The embers on the right crashed onto a low hill in the distance, melting a huge crater in the top of the hill. Hot lava slid down the hillside, sizzling as it went.

White vapor shot into the sky, obscuring the moonlight.

Of the two remaining flames, one veered slightly off course during flight, veering diagonally toward Di Tian's direction.

Di Tian was completely focused on Yang Jian and had no idea that his attack would be redirected. By the time he realized it, it was too late to dodge.

The embers grazed the edge of his left wing, leaving a scorch mark on the tip of the dragon wing and breaking off a small section of the golden pattern on the wing membrane.

Black dragon blood seeped from the wound, dripping onto the ground and corroding several small pits.

Di Tian's body stiffened slightly.

He looked down at the scorch marks on the left wing, his golden eyes filled with disbelief.

Was he hit by his own attack?

How could a mighty beast god be injured by his own attack?

Having lived for hundreds of thousands of years, he had never encountered anything so absurd.

Anger surged from his chest, a mixture of resentment at being slighted and humiliation at being caught, exploding inside him like a bomb.

A deep, resonant dragon roar rolled from the depths of his throat, carrying suppressed rage and chilling killing intent.

Without holding back at all, he opened his mouth and let out a deafening dragon roar, the sound waves transforming into a tangible substance, like an invisible giant wall pressing down on Yang Jian.

An ancient and majestic power emanated from him, and the moonlight in the sky suddenly dimmed.

Two enormous, strange phenomena appeared behind him.

A jet-black sun hangs on the left, like a deep well that swallows up light, exuding endless darkness and loneliness, as if it wants to drag all things into eternal nothingness.

A deep purple full moon hung on the right, radiating an eerie and unsettling light.

The light twisted and moved through the air like a living thing, each turn carrying a soul-eroding power, seemingly able to penetrate consciousness and evoke the deepest fears and desires in one's heart.

The sun and moon shine brightly.

This is Di Tian's strongest domain skill.

The black sun can devour physical attacks and defenses, while the purple moon can erode the spirit, create illusions, and disturb the mind.

When these two are combined, even a peerless Douluo who enters the domain will have his five senses stripped away and his mind lost within a few breaths, ultimately becoming prey to be slaughtered.

The power spread silently, covering the entire plain.

Yang Jian's body stiffened slightly, and the three-pointed double-edged sword in his hand paused for a moment.

He sensed something touching his consciousness, as if countless hands were groping in the dark, trying to pry open the cracks in his soul and slip inside.

The illusions flashed through my mind, switching rapidly like a revolving lantern.

There are images that have long been blurred in the depths of memory, scenes that have never been seen but are inexplicably familiar, and faces that are indistinguishable from reality that float and then dissipate.

His movements were a beat too slow.

Di Tian seized this fleeting opportunity.

He transformed into a black afterimage within the domain, his speed several times faster than before.

The dragon's wings folded to its sides to reduce wind resistance, and its tail left a long, thin black shadow behind it.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Yang Jian.

With a flick of his claws, a jet-black longsword materialized in his palm.

The sword is entirely black, with fine gold patterns covering the blade. A dark red gem is embedded in the hilt, and something seems to be pulsating slightly inside the gem. Each pulsation creates a black ripple that spreads along the sword's body.

That was the Black Dragon Sword, Di Tian's natal weapon, condensed from his own dragon power, sharp enough to cut through space.

Chapter 210 Dragon God's Claw

Di Tian raised his sword, the tip aimed at Yang Jian's brow, and thrust it down suddenly.

The speed was so fast that it seemed as if time itself had frozen at that moment.

The air was pierced by the sword tip, producing a sharp whistling sound, as if something was being torn apart.

A golden light flashed in Yang Jian's eyes.

In an instant, he broke free from Zi Yue's mental erosion.

Deep within his eyes, a golden flame suddenly ignited, burning away all illusions and distracting thoughts in his mind, and the world became clear and transparent once again.

Looking at the black dragon sword aimed at his brow, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a cold and confident smile.

"Following the laws of heaven and earth."

His body suddenly swelled up.

One zhang, five zhang, ten zhang, fifty zhang, one hundred zhang, five hundred zhang, one thousand zhang.

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

The moonlight cast a huge shadow on the ground, almost covering the entire battlefield.

Dark gold skin covered his entire body, covered with dense, mysterious patterns that shimmered in the moonlight, flowing slowly as if alive.

He had a blue face and fangs, and two bony horns on his forehead gleamed coldly. In his golden vertical pupils, the tiny figure of Di Tian was reflected.

He raised his right hand, clenched his fist, and threw a punch.

The punches weren't fast, but their power was like a mountain collapsing, carrying an irresistible aura of destruction.

The moment the fist collided with the Black Dragon Sword, Di Tian heard a crisp sound.

Click!

The Black Dragon Sword broke in half, its blade shattering into countless black fragments that scattered in all directions, like a black rain falling from the sky.

The force of the punch did not diminish, and it struck Di Tian directly in the chest.

With a deafening roar, Di Tian's body flew backward like a meteor.

The dragon flapped its wings wildly in the air a few times before barely managing to steady itself, but several pieces of its chest armor had been broken, and fine cracks spread out like a spider web, with a trickle of black dragon blood seeping out from the cracks.

Di Tian tumbled twice in the air before regaining his balance.

He looked down at the shattered scales on his chest, his golden eyes filled with disbelief.

Looking up at the towering giant, his mind went completely blank.

This human actually had such a trump card up his sleeve.

That physical strength, that pure power, was even more terrifying than his dragon body.

Yang Jian bent down, and his huge palm descended like a dark cloud, its five fingers spread wide, precisely grasping Di Tian's body.

Di Tian's dragon body was in his palm like a small snake being squeezed, and no matter how much it struggled, it was to no avail.

He could feel the giant hand slowly tightening, his body being compressed, his bones creaking as if they were about to shatter.

For the first time, a feeling of near-fear rose in his heart, cold and heavy, like a boulder falling into a deep pool.

We can't hesitate any longer.

Di Tian activated his spatial abilities, and his body suddenly transformed into a streak of black light in Yang Jian's palm.

With a flash of light, he appeared in the air hundreds of feet away in the next instant.

He swayed violently in the air, blood still seeping from the scales on his chest, and his breathing became heavy.

With a low roar, the black sun and purple moon behind him shattered, turning into countless tiny specks of light that merged into his body.

He suddenly extended his right claw, his five fingers spread wide, palm facing upwards, and a beam of golden light burst forth from the palm, shooting straight into the sky.

Golden light exploded in the sky, transforming into a golden dragon claw hundreds of feet in size.

With its five fingers spread wide and claws sharp as knives, formed from pure light, it exudes an aura of sacred majesty.

That's the Dragon God's Claw, a unique skill personally passed down by the Dragon God, and the most advanced offensive technique in the world of soul beasts.

He was certain that even a god wouldn't dare to take that claw head-on, let alone a human.

A golden dragon claw descended from the sky with earth-shattering force, slamming down on the thousand-foot giant.

Wherever it passed, the air was torn apart, and space itself seemed to emit a low, mournful groan under its claw. The ground was pressed flat by the pressure, and even the distant walls of Azure Sky City trembled slightly.

Yang Jian looked up at the descending dragon claw, his golden vertical pupils showing no fear whatsoever.

His voice, like thunder rolling across the night sky, said: "Well done."

Without dodging or avoiding, he raised his three-pointed double-edged sword, gathered all his strength into the blade, and swung it at the golden dragon claw.

The next second, the earth trembled violently.

The golden light collided with the silver light, bursting out with an extremely dazzling light.

The entire plain was illuminated as bright as day, even the lights in Tianqing City paled in comparison.

A deafening roar erupted, the sound waves spreading in all directions, pressing the grass and leaves flat and uprooting trees in the distance.

The light lasted for several breaths before slowly dissipating.

Yang Jian's figure reappeared.

He remained standing in the same spot, his feet sinking deep into the cracked earth, his chest rising and falling slightly.

Three shallow bloodstains ran across his chest, diagonally from his collarbone to his ribs, as if he had been slashed by a sharp blade.

The wound is very shallow, just a superficial injury.

Three thin slits were torn in the skin, and fresh blood seeped out, leaving three red marks on the dark gold skin.

But that's about it.