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

After inheriting the Rakshasa God title, she was convinced that as long as she firmly secured her position as a deity, dealing with Yang Jian would be a piece of cake. No matter how powerful he was, his mortal body had its limits. However, after their recent head-on clash, her previously unwavering belief began to waver.

The proud side of her heart refused to accept the cruel reality; how could the proud Rakshasa God lose to a mortal?

Bibi Dong clenched her teeth tightly, even tasting a faint metallic flavor of blood in her mouth. She forcefully suppressed the sense of defeat that was growing inside her, and her competitive spirit was completely ignited.

"I am now the Rakshasa God! No mere mortal should even think of suppressing me!"

Bibi Dong suddenly let out a thunderous roar, and powerful Rakshasa divine power burst forth from her body. The pitch-black Rakshasa martial soul unfolded and took shape behind her, and layers of black mist materialized and wrapped around her entire body. The moment the martial soul protection was activated, the divine power within her body rose another notch.

At this moment, Bibi Dong was enveloped in a dark purple aura, her long, dark purple hair fluttering wildly in the wind, and her eyes turned into a pure dark purple, filled with malevolence.

She gripped the divine weapon, the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, and with a powerful push off the ground, her figure transformed into a streak of purple light as she swiftly charged towards Yang Jian.

At the same time, she mobilized the exclusive power bestowed upon her by the god, and the divine skill unique to the Rakshasa God was suddenly released.

The dark, condensed light converged into an extremely thin yet terrifyingly lethal beam. The Rakshasa Death Ray tore through the sky, carrying the terrifying characteristic of devouring life force as it hurtled straight toward Yang Jian.

Faced with such a powerful divine skill, Yang Jian remained calm and composed, showing no sign of panic.

He flicked his wrist, and the three-pointed double-edged sword flew up and down, the layers of blade shadows forming an impenetrable defensive barrier.

One after another, divine attacks landed on the blade. Each collision created terrifying energy ripples. To outsiders, Yang Jian appeared to be in grave danger as he dodged the attacks. Several times, dark purple attacks grazed his body, as if they would strike him at any moment.

But only Yang Jian knew in his heart that all the moves Bibi Dong unleashed were within his prediction. He had been in control of the rhythm of the battle and was completely at ease throughout.

Above the deep pit, Bibi Dong watched as her divine skills, which she had expended her divine power to unleash, repeatedly missed their mark. Yang Jian remained calm and composed, but the anger simmering within her grew ever stronger.

Her divine pride was trampled on one after another, and her reason was gradually consumed by anger. At this moment, she lost the dignified and elegant demeanor of the Pope and became increasingly crazy. Outsiders would only think that Bibi Dong was no different from a hysterical madwoman.

Since conventional divine skills were ineffective against her opponent, she decided not to hold back any tricks.

Bibi Dong no longer held back. She constantly switched between her twin martial souls, unleashing all her best self-created soul skills and high-level divine skills that she had painstakingly researched. A relentless barrage of attacks poured down on Yang Jian.

Dark purple spider webs, soul-devouring demonic thorns, and ghostly miasma—all sorts of attacks came in turn, giving Yang Jian no chance to catch his breath.

Yang Jian's situation was no longer as relaxed and comfortable as it had been before.

Objectively speaking, Bibi Dong is now a true first-level god. Even though she has just taken over the godhood and is still somewhat unfamiliar with the use of her own divine power, her attack foundation at the god level is there for all to see. The divine power contained in each move can easily kill an ordinary titled Douluo.

Despite the relentless onslaught, Yang Jian had to constantly deflect the attacks. While it wasn't extremely strenuous, it was certainly no longer something that could be described as effortless.

The sharp divine skill tore through his outer skin, leaving several shallow wounds on his arms, shoulders, and waist.

A bizarre scene then unfolded: the blood flowing from the wound was not the bright red of an ordinary person, but a pale gold. The golden blood shimmered slightly under the sunlight, and deep within the flowing blood, there was a faint trace of the texture of pure gold, slowly transforming into pure gold.

Chapter 240 The Fun Ends Here

This was a situation that Yang Jian had not anticipated at all.

He pondered silently for a moment. It was probably due to the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts constantly tempering his body, coupled with the long-term absorption of pure energy from heaven and earth, that his flesh and blood were undergoing evolution. However, the evolution was slow and difficult to detect normally, only becoming apparent when his body was injured and bleeding.

After a brief moment of thought, Yang Jian decided not to waste any more time with Bibi Dong.

The reason for the constant maneuvering was simply to test the true potential of the newly ascended Rakshasa God. Now that the test is over, there is no need to continue playing games and delaying the time.

It's time to end this long fight.

"That's enough playing around."

Yang Jian murmured to himself, no longer holding back his strength, and activated the hidden supernatural power of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts.

The laws of heaven and earth.

Rumble.

A deep, resonant roar erupted from his body, and boundless golden true essence surged and billowed, causing his body to grow taller at a visible speed.

One hundred zhang, five hundred zhang, eight hundred zhang, in the blink of an eye Yang Jian transformed into a thousand-zhang giant, standing tall between heaven and earth, his heavy body comparable to a majestic mountain, his skin shimmering with a golden luster, and his whole body exuding an oppressive aura as vast as mountains and seas.

At this moment, Bibi Dong, whose figure was still slender, stood in front of him, her figure so small that she was insignificant.

Yang Jian slowly raised his large, heavy palm, looking down at the ground. When he brought down this palm, his mindset was calm, as if he were casually brushing off an insignificant ant.

Bibi Dong, who was launching a frenzied attack, suddenly looked up and stared at the terrifyingly large giant in front of her. She froze on the spot, her face filled with extreme shock.

She had read countless ancient texts from the Douluo God Realm and was familiar with the supernatural abilities of the various gods in the God Realm, but she had never seen such an outrageous physical supernatural power.

For the first time, a profound sense of despair welled up in my heart.

She couldn't help but ask herself, could she really defeat an opponent with such terrifying abilities in her current state?

The arrogance I had just felt was shattered in that instant.

Driven by her unwillingness to accept defeat, Bibi Dong let out a roar, a roar that was less a pre-attack cry and more a way to bolster her courage.

In order to gain enough explosive power, she used the forbidden secret technique left to her by the Rakshasa God.

The moment the secret technique was activated, Bibi Dong's life force was frantically depleted. Her originally fair face instantly lost all color and turned deathly pale. Her life force was rapidly depleted, but the corresponding reward was considerable. The aura emanating from her body surged once again.

The Rakshasa Scythe in her hand swelled and grew larger, its blade hundreds of feet long, its dark purple blade gleaming with a chilling light. She abandoned her attack on Yang Jian's upper body and focused on his ankles, intending to use a strategy of trading injury for injury.

Even if we can't kill him, we should at least make Yang Jian pay the price.

This time, however, Bibi Dong severely underestimated the physical defense she had developed through the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, and overestimated the attack power she could unleash after overexerting herself.

When the giant Rakshasa Demon Scythe slashed fiercely at Yang Jian's ankle, only a burst of ear-piercing sparks erupted. The sharp blade of the demon scythe only cut into the flesh less than a centimeter deep, not even managing to injure the tendons and bones.

At that moment, Yang Jian's overwhelming palm descended.

The giant hand pressed down hard, forcing Bibi Dong deep into the ground.

Suddenly, the earth shook violently, as if the entire Douluo Continent had been hit by a magnitude 10 earthquake. The ground cracked open with countless deep ravines that stretched for tens of kilometers. Rocks and dust rose into the air, obscuring half the sky, and distant mountains trembled violently.

After a long while, the tremors gradually subsided.

Yang Jian withdrew his enormous hand, his thousand-foot figure shrinking slightly. He looked down at Bibi Dong, who was barely alive in the deep pit.

At this moment, most of Bibi Dong's bones were shattered, and many of her bones were dislocated. She was paralyzed in the ruins and did not even have the strength to lift her hand.

Yang Jian's dark eyes remained calm, filled only with chilling indifference; he never showed any pity for his enemies.

The three-pointed double-edged sword in his hand grew exponentially along with his body, its thousand-foot length casting a powerful aura that enveloped the surrounding area. The blade gleamed with golden light, its sharp edge carrying an aura of destruction, its tip aimed at Bibi Dong, who lay on the ground powerless to resist.

As the divine weapon was about to fall, the shadow of death loomed over Bibi Dong.

All the bones in her body were shattered, and she was tormented by excruciating pain. Yang Jian planned to eliminate her while she was weak, and at this moment, a deep-seated despair filled her heart.

She had no chance of turning things around on her own. In desperation, she made a compromise and voluntarily broke down her mental barriers.

With her last remaining strength, Bibi Dong roared, "I give you my body! Kill him! Kill him!"

The moment she finished speaking, a mocking and arrogant female voice echoed deep within her mind; it was the true form of the Rakshasa God, lurking within her divine position.

"If I had just been wise enough to relinquish power earlier, I would have avoided so much trouble, hahaha. Don't worry, I will take full control of this body from now on, and I will make good use of this excellent vessel."

After the mythical sound of the Rakshasa dissipated, Bibi Dong's eyes rolled upwards, and her whole body convulsed uncontrollably.

Her body, which had been slumped on the ground, slowly rose to her feet, and the expression on her face began to shift rapidly. One second she was filled with the frenzied resentment of defeat, the next she was lost in confusion, then the confusion faded, and a wild, unrestrained laugh appeared on her face. After the laughter subsided, her expression returned to its calm and profound state.

In just a few breaths, she changed her expression several times.

A moment later, she raised her head to look at Yang Jian, who stood tall and imposing above her. The fierceness in her eyes faded, replaced by a bewitching charm. A captivating smile appeared on her lips, and her voice was soft and gentle.

"Young man, we don't need to fight to the death."

"The one who controlled this body just now was Bibi Dong, a newcomer who inherited my divine position. She could only mobilize 30% of my divine power. Now that I personally control this body, I can unleash the full power of a first-level god."

"Fighting to the death only increases losses; isn't peaceful coexistence better?"

Yang Jian saw through the changes at a glance. The one controlling Bibi Dong's body was no longer Pope Bibi Dong herself, but the real Rakshasa God who had successfully possessed her.

He shook his head slightly, offering no response. Further explanations were useless; his actions spoke for themselves.

The three-pointed, double-edged sword, as massive as a towering pillar, slammed down with immense force.

Seeing that Yang Jian was still determined to fight, the Rakshasa God who had taken over the body let out a disdainful snort and felt a bit displeased.

Chapter 241 Releasing a tiger back to the mountain, never doing...

Rakshasa Goddess snorted coldly. As a first-class deity of the orthodox order, she originally planned to subdue Yang Jian, who had outstanding potential, and make him her capable subordinate so that he could do things for her in the future.

As it turned out, the person in front of her showed no mercy and remained stubborn. Since being soft-hearted didn't work, she didn't need to hold back either.

The Rakshasa Goddess had a cold expression. She activated the Rakshasa Demon Scythe in her hand. The Demon Scythe in the hands of a true deity was a completely different concept from the one used by Bibi Dong.

The divine power sealed within the artifact was fully awakened, and dark purple mist surged around the demonic scythe. The artifact's power increased steadily, and its overall strength was vastly different from before.

She was determined to shatter Yang Jian's martial spirit, and a massive dark purple light blade slashed out from the scythe, carrying the power to destroy everything, and crashed head-on into the three-pointed double-edged sword.

When the divine artifacts and martial spirits clashed, their violent energies remained locked in a stalemate for a while before the giant, dark purple light blade shattered first, turning into countless purple light spots that dissipated into the sky.

At this moment, Rakshasa God's face was filled with disbelief, and his heart was filled with turmoil.

The Rakshasa Demon Scythe is a legitimate divine artifact passed down from the God Realm, and it was even personally activated by her. In the end, it was defeated by a human's martial soul. If this were to be told in the God Realm, all the gods would be shocked. It is truly unbelievable.

Without giving the Rakshasa Goddess a chance to calm down and ponder the reason, the thousand-foot-long blade cut through the air and continued to stab towards her.

A strong sense of crisis compelled her to take immediate action. Rakshasa God tore open the space in front of her and instantly teleported to a safe area a thousand meters away.

She looked back at the horrific scene of the long sword piercing the ground and exploding, the hard strata pierced by the blade, a huge crack hundreds of meters deep spreading into the distance, and the surrounding mountains collapsing one after another.

At this moment, Rakshasa Goddess's mind raced. She dared not underestimate her opponent any longer. She knew that ordinary physical attacks could not harm Yang Jian's strong physique, so she would start from the soul level.

Rakshasa God mobilized most of the divine power accumulated within her body and unleashed the exclusive divine skill, Dark Prison Soul Stealing, which even Bibi Dong was not qualified to learn.

This move was extremely insidious, bypassing physical defenses and directly attacking the opponent's soul essence. In her preconceived notion, anyone whose soul level was lower than hers would have their soul firmly under her control after being hit, and Yang Jian would then become nothing more than a puppet at her mercy.

A subordinate with an extraordinary physical body would be a rare resource even in the realm of gods; this deal is a sure win.

"No matter how profound the soul of a mere human is, how could they possibly compare to a first-level deity who has lived for countless years?" Rakshasa God was certain in his heart.

The pitch-black, invisible Dark Prison Soul-Stealing Technique struck Yang Jian precisely, and a chilling power drilled into the depths of his mind.

Yang Jian paused for a moment, a slight tingling pain coming from inside his head.

When Rakshasa saw Yang Jian stop moving, he couldn't suppress his joy, thinking that his divine skill had taken effect and Yang Jian was about to be controlled. But this joy only lasted for a moment before it completely disappeared. Yang Jian quickly returned to normal, and there was no trace of fatigue on his face after being injured.

The Rakshasa God's expression changed drastically, his eyes filled with horror.

What kind of monster is this?

It could even withstand attacks at the soul level.

Yang Jian casually shook his head. The attack that had just targeted his soul felt like a mosquito bite on his scalp in the summer—slightly itchy, but with no other effects.