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

It forms a ring of transparent ripples that spread outwards.

Bibi Dong didn't even have time to turn the sickle.

The fist had already landed on the armor on her chest.

On the dark purple armor, spiderweb-like cracks appeared where the force had struck.

The crack spread from the center outwards, and the edges of the crack shimmered with a faint light.

Bibi Dong's body bent backward into an arc shape.

He flew backward like a cannonball.

It traced a sharp arc in the air and plummeted rapidly into the distance.

She flew for a long time.

Flying over forests and hills, and over several small towns.

Fly over villages lit up at dusk.

Her body felt as if it were being pushed by an invisible giant hand.

As the air rubs against each other, it stirs up rings of tiny sparks of light.

Fragments of her chest armor broke off piece by piece in the high-speed airflow, scattering along her flight path.

She tried to steady herself in the air.

But that force was too strong, so strong that she couldn't control her body at all.

It can only passively fly in the direction of the force.

She felt like a leaf caught in a whirlwind, its direction beyond its control.

She desperately tried to use her divine power to counteract the impact.

But that power seemed to be in a different dimension from her divine power, and was completely unaffected.

She eventually crashed into a dense forest.

It broke more than a dozen trees upon landing.

The sturdy tree trunk snapped like a fragile stalk in front of her.

The broken tree trunk lay crookedly on the ground.

The shattered branches and leaves flew everywhere, and splinters of wood and leaves tumbled through the air and fell to the ground.

Bibi Dong lay between the broken tree trunks.

Most of the armor on his chest was shattered, with pieces scattered around his body and in front of him.

It revealed a dark purple, close-fitting inner lining.

She clutched the spot on her chest where she had been hit, her fingers touching the edge of her shattered armor.

For the first time, a look appeared in his eyes that he hadn't seen before.

A mixture of shock and confusion.

Her fingers lingered on the wound for a long time.

It was as if he was confirming the severity of the injury, or as if he was confirming the authenticity of the attack just now.

She slowly propped herself up and sat up.

The shattered armor plates fell off his body and landed on the ground with a soft clattering sound.

She looked up, her gaze piercing through the gaps in the broken canopy.

Watching the white figure descending from the sky.

Yang Jian landed on the open ground opposite her.

My feet were treading on broken branches and churned soil.

His expression remained calm, but there was something new in his eyes that he hadn't seen before.

It was very light, like a very thin layer of frost on the surface of a lake.

He looked at Bibi Dong and said:

"I'll give you one more chance."

The voice was neither too loud nor too soft.

"Stop now, and I can pretend nothing happened."

Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong's lips slowly curled into a smile.

His smile held a hint of madness, and a touch of incomprehensible contempt.

It's like listening to a joke you don't understand.

She slowly stood up, and the scythe reappeared in her hand.

The blade gleamed with a dark purple luster in the twilight.

"You're giving me a chance? Do you think I need you to give me a chance?"

Her voice lowered, as if she were slowly chewing on each word.

"You're the one who should kneel down! Kneel down and kowtow until I'm satisfied, and maybe I'll consider killing only you today."

"If you don't kneel..."

The voice lowered further, carrying a slow and cruel tone.

"I'll go find your brother and sister first and return your words to you exactly as they were."

“I will skin them alive in front of you and hang them on the city wall for everyone to see.”

"Don't you care about them? Aren't you willing to do anything for them?"

"Then kneel down and beg me, and see if I'll soften my heart."

Yang Jian's gaze shifted the moment those words were spoken.

The changes are very subtle and barely noticeable.

But it was as if something extremely thin had been pierced through his eyes.

It was like the surface of ice being gently tapped, and something underneath began to flow.

The surface calm on his face was being pierced by a very fine crack.

He slowly raised his right hand, spreading his five fingers and then closing them.

The three-pointed, double-edged sword materialized in his palm.

The silver-white blade gleamed with a cold, faint light in the twilight, and the patterns on the blade lit up one after another.

It was like being awakened from a deep sleep.

He looked at Bibi Dong, his voice lower than before:

"You've chosen the wrong direction."

A howling wind swept up countless pebbles high in the sky, and thick, dark purple divine power slowly surged around Bibi Dong. Having just inherited the position of Rakshasa God, she was full of confidence.

Before this, Bibi Dong had already decided the outcome of this confrontation in her heart.

She spent countless years completing the entire process of the Rakshasa God's Trial, shedding the shackles of a mortal soul master and ascending to the realm of a first-level god.

Looking across the entire Douluo God Realm, first-level gods already stand at the top of the pyramid. In her view, dealing with Yang Jian, who is still within the realm of humanity, is a complete dimensional reduction attack.

Even though Yang Jian had displayed extraordinary talent several times before, he ultimately couldn't stir up any trouble in the face of the absolute gap between gods.

Bibi Dong slightly raised her chin, her eyes revealing a hint of divine arrogance. She even planned to show mercy and then torture Yang Jian properly after defeating him.

But in the brief moment when her thoughts were racing, the situation suddenly changed dramatically.

Yang Jian didn't want to continue the pointless verbal sparring; unnecessary words were a waste of energy. Right now, only the weapon in his hand and absolute power mattered.

He didn't say another word of nonsense.

A restrained yet powerful force exploded from his limbs and bones, the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts were activated, and his entire body emitted a fine, low humming sound.

Chapter 239 Rakshasa God

Only a faint afterimage remained in the air; Yang Jian's movement was completely invisible to the naked eye, and the space itself was torn apart by the high-speed movement, leaving shallow ripples.

One second he was more than 300 meters away from Bibi Dong, the next moment he suddenly disappeared from the spot. By the time Bibi Dong noticed the movement, Yang Jian had already approached within 3 zhang of Bibi Dong.

He raised the thousand-foot-long, three-pointed, double-edged sword high, its blade shimmering with a faint golden light. Ancient, obscure runes were engraved on the blade, and now all the runes lit up, unleashing all the power without reservation. This attack was Yang Jian's full-force strike, using all his hidden strength, without holding back in the slightest.

Bibi Dong's mind suddenly tightened, and her pupils abruptly contracted to the size of pinpoints.

She never expected Yang Jian's speed to be so exaggerated. Even her own divine sense warning was a beat too slow, and in her haste, she didn't even have a chance to properly gather her strength.

With the crisis looming and a strong sense of impending death engulfing her, she dared not slacken her efforts. She gripped the handle of the Rakshasa Demon Scythe tightly with both hands, and a dark purple divine light burst forth from the scythe. She used all the divine power she could muster at the moment to hold the scythe horizontally and take the blow head-on.

boom!

The deafening collision resounded throughout the entire world, and the violent shockwave spread wildly in all directions from the point of impact.

The surface soil within a radius of several kilometers was completely ripped up, and rocks the size of millstones were crushed into powder by the air blast. In the distance, the surface rocks of the low hills peeled off in large pieces.

An overwhelming force, almost unreasonable, surged wildly into Bibi Dong's arm through the Rakshasa Demon Scythe. A sharp pain shot through her bones, and the violent shock spread from her arm to her shoulder, then permeated every corner of her body.

She couldn't withstand the force of the impact and her body slammed heavily onto the thick ground below.

With a deafening roar, the solid ground collapsed, creating a massive crater that was over ten meters deep and nearly a hundred meters in diameter, sending debris and dust flying everywhere.

Inside the deep pit, Bibi Dong staggered and struggled to her feet, using the Demon Scythe as support. Her drooping hands trembled slightly, and she felt a tearing pain in the bones of her arms.

She was secretly alarmed. As a newly ascended god, her physical body had been tempered by divine power. An ordinary titled Douluo's full-force attack could not even make her bones ache, but that attack just now almost broke the bones in her hand.

She frowned slightly, a huge wave of emotions surging within her, her heart filled with disbelief.

In the end what happened?

How could a human, who has never even inherited a divine position, unleash such formidable power?

This is power that no normal human being could possess; Yang Jian before us is simply beyond the boundaries of mortals.