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

The Eight-Nine Arcane Arts not only tempered his physical body, but also continuously nourished and strengthened his primordial spirit and soul.

Currently, even though his soul strength is still slightly inferior to that of a God-King, it is more than enough to rival a Level One God.

Yang Jian turned his gaze, his eyes fixed on the Rakshasa God a thousand meters away, preparing to launch another attack.

Sensing the impending danger, the Rakshasa God planned to tear open space again and escape.

Yang Jian's lips parted slightly, and he simply uttered a single word: "Seal".

This is a spatial ability inherent in the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts. It may seem insignificant on ordinary days, but it is extremely useful in critical moments.

A golden spatial barrier instantly formed, completely sealing off the space around the Rakshasa God. Yang Jian firmly controlled the spatial laws within this area.

The Rakshasa Goddess repeatedly tried to tear apart space by activating her divine power, but the spatial barrier remained unmoved, and she was instantly horrified.

She watched helplessly as that enormous, sky-covering hand reached out to grab her again, and only then did she truly come to terms with reality.

Even if the main body were to take action personally, it still wouldn't be able to do anything to Yang Jian.

She did indeed have a few trump cards up her sleeve, but the cost of using them was enormous. In her view, overdrawing her own life force just to defeat the person in front of her was extremely low-value and not worth it at all.

The Rakshasa God immediately suppressed his fierce killing intent and softened his tone considerably.

"Young man, stop your offensive. If you stop now, we can join forces. With your strength and my divine status, dominating the entire Douluo Continent will be a piece of cake. In the future, we can divide up all the resources of the continent."

Seeing that Yang Jian remained unmoved, and with the giant palm getting closer and closer, the oppressive feeling of death growing stronger, Rakshasa God became completely anxious.

She gritted her teeth and offered an even more tempting deal, her eyes carrying a deliberately seductive glint.

"If you feel that cooperation isn't sincere enough, then I can lower myself and become your woman. This body was previously your teacher, Bibi Dong. Putting aside our past hostility, wouldn't this kind of relationship pique your interest?"

Rakshasa God was having his own little scheme.

Yang Jian's strength is among the top in the entire God Realm, so submitting to him wouldn't be a loss for me.

With Yang Jian's formidable strength as her backer, she might have a chance to advance further and challenge for the position of God King.

Temporarily lowering her stance is merely a stopgap measure; when the time is right, she can still seize everything she desires.

The shadow of the thousand-foot giant loomed over Bibi Dong's body. Yang Jian looked down at her, knowing full well what the Rakshasa God was planning.

The minds of deities are as deep as the sea; no matter how tempting the conditions they offer, they conceal endless schemes.

Rakshasa God was oversimplifying things by thinking he could lower his guard with sweet words.

Yang Jian's golden true essence surged once more; he would not show mercy just because the other party yielded.

On the land of Douluo Continent, the connection between the Spirit Hall and himself was already deeply rooted. As long as Rakshasa God still occupied Bibi Dong's body, he would definitely create countless hidden dangers for himself in the future.

He would never do something like releasing a tiger back into the mountains.

The distant clouds were shattered by the powerful energy, and fine dust still floated in mid-air. The golden light on the thousand-foot-long three-pointed double-edged sword became even more intense.

Chapter 242 The Last Trump Card

Seeing that Yang Jian still had no intention of stopping his attack, Rakshasa Goddess's heart sank. She knew that her bargaining chips were completely ineffective against Yang Jian.

She had previously clung to the sense of superiority inherent in deities, feeling that lowering herself was already a huge concession. Now she has finally realized that in the face of an absolute difference in strength, her proud status as a first-level god is simply not enough to exert sufficient deterrence.

She quickly mobilized the remaining Rakshasa divine power to condense a thick, dark purple protective barrier in front of her. The dark purple barrier was covered with fine Rakshasa runes, which was the strongest defensive measure she could summon at the moment.

She prayed silently that this defense could withstand the fatal blow to come.

Yang Jian leaned forward slightly, the heavy wind whistling in his ears.

His gaze was calm and unwavering.

Just now, after the Rakshasa God successfully possessed the body, he said that he could exert the full power of a first-level god, and that is indeed true.

Even if the Rakshasa God used all his divine power, it still couldn't change the gap in raw strength between the two sides.

After so long of cultivation, the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts had already pushed his physical body to a level beyond that of a first-level deity. Coupled with the divine weapon, the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade, even if the Rakshasa God had many trump cards, it would be difficult for him to turn the tide.

Yang Jian knew that Rakshasa God was only yielding now because of the current situation.

If the other party is let go, and the Rakshasa God becomes fully familiar with this body, he will secretly set up traps for himself, which will lead to endless troubles.

Damn it!

Looking at the enormous hand so close to him, the Rakshasa God couldn't help but feel a pang of regret.

When she was asleep in her divine position, she occasionally sensed what was happening in Douluo Continent. She only regarded Yang Jian as a talented junior and always watched from the sidelines, never taking any action to suppress him in advance.

If she had arrived earlier and not given Yang Jian the opportunity to grow, she wouldn't be in such a passive and awkward situation today.

Unfortunately, there's no going back in life, and it's too late to say anything now.

She began to quickly calculate other possible escape routes in her mind.

Unable to win in a direct confrontation, ineffective negotiations, and with his escape route blocked, this situation has made this high-ranking deity experience for the first time the feeling of helplessness of being caught between a rock and a hard place.

She even began to consider whether to send a distress signal to the other gods in the Douluo God Realm. However, it would take a lot of time for the distress message to reach the God Realm, and distant water could not quench immediate thirst. Yang Jian's attack arrived in an instant, and the gods of the God Realm simply did not have time to come to her rescue.

Yang Jian's large palm was only a hundred feet away from Bibi Dong, and the strong wind blew Bibi Dong's long purple-black hair into a mess.

The charming smile on Rakshasa God's face vanished completely, replaced by barely concealed tension.

She pursed her lips, her dark purple eyes fixed on the giant above her, still unwilling to accept the reality that she would be defeated today.

"Are you really going to completely break ties with me, the Rakshasa God, leaving no room for reconciliation?"

"Even if you are powerful, have you considered the consequences? The gods of the divine realm will not stand idly by and watch me suffer losses!"

The Rakshasa god mobilized the other gods in the divine realm to exert pressure.

This is one of her last trump cards.

Upon hearing this, a faint smile appeared on Yang Jian's lips.

The gods of the God Realm are very far from the Douluo Continent. Bound by the dimensional barrier, they can hardly descend to the Douluo Continent in person. At most, they can only release some weak divine thoughts from a distance, which cannot pose a substantial threat to us.

The Rakshasa God's invocation of the gods of the divine realm was, frankly speaking, nothing more than a bluff.

"We'll talk about the matter of the God Realm after we defeat you." Yang Jian's deep and heavy voice slowly descended from above, and the oppressive aura emanating from his thousand-foot-tall body made it difficult for the Rakshasa God to breathe.

He did not delay any longer. His palm, imbued with the power of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, pressed down fiercely with an overwhelming force.

Only the howling wind could be heard throughout the entire world.

The remaining mountain ranges in the distance swayed precariously under this immense force, and the entire earth began to shake once more.

As the giant hand hurtled towards her, the Rakshasa Goddess knew that this next strike would determine the final outcome of the battle. She poured all her divine power into the defensive barrier in front of her, causing the dark purple barrier to radiate intense light. She placed all her hopes on this defense.

Boom!

The palm collided violently with the defensive barrier, and the deafening roar spread for tens of kilometers.

The dark purple runes shattered one after another under the crushing golden light, and the originally thick and solid defensive barrier developed dense cracks. The cracks spread rapidly, and in an instant, the barrier shattered.

The violent impact surged into Rakshasa God's body. Even though she was fully prepared, the force still caused her blood and qi to churn. The body that controlled Bibi Dong was severely injured again. She felt a sweet taste in her throat and spat out dark red blood.

The Rakshasa God's body was pressed deeper into the ground. She now fully realized that even if she used all her divine power, she was still no match for Yang Jian.

She had previously secretly planned to use her own strength to control her opponent, but now, looking back, she realized that her previous thoughts were somewhat overestimating her own abilities and underestimating her opponent.

She now fully understands why Bibi Dong was defeated so decisively before. It wasn't that Bibi Dong was too weak, but that the human in front of her was simply too outrageous, completely exceeding the established ceiling of strength in Douluo Continent.

In the dead of night, the cool moonlight penetrated through layers of branches and leaves, scattering dappled silver light on the ground, casting a somber and hazy hue over this battle-hardened woodland.

A gigantic hand loomed over the head of the Rakshasa God, its heavy pressure spreading out and transforming into a thick, oppressive haze.

He slowly stretched out his five fingers, the deep and fine palm lines bathed in moonlight, flowing with a restrained yet formidable dark golden light.

He lowered his eyes to look at the Rakshasa God in front of him.

His golden vertical pupils were calm and undisturbed, his heart neither filled with anger nor pity, and he had cleared away all superfluous and complicated thoughts.

Inside, there was only silence, cold and deep, surpassing even the frozen lake in the dead of winter.

Yang Jian clenched his five fingers, and his palm, which was suspended in mid-air, suddenly pressed down hard.

The air between the palm and the top of the Rakshasa God's head was violently compressed and trembled violently, and a sharp and piercing whistling sound suddenly exploded out.

An invisible force confined the surrounding space, gripping the entire area tightly.

The Rakshasa God's pupils suddenly contracted to their limit.

Driven by her survival instinct, she leaned back and desperately tried to dodge to the side to escape.

However, Yang Jian's speed was too fast. Her dodging movements were pitifully slow in the face of absolute power, and all her struggles seemed futile and powerless.

The enormous palm, spread out, crashed down with the overwhelming force of Mount Tai.

Chapter 243 The Fall of the Rakshasa God

In the critical moment, the Rakshasa God hurriedly raised the Rakshasa Demon Scythe in his hand.

With the back of the blade facing up and the sharp edge pointing down, she hoped that the curved blade of the sickle would disperse the destructive force of the heavy palm strike.

A dense, dark purple divine power surged wildly from the surface of the demonic scythe, condensing into a thin protective light film above his head.

The light film had just taken shape when it was instantly crushed to dust by Yang Jian's palm.

The shattered light membrane scattered and flew everywhere, with countless dark purple light spots floating in the air before disappearing completely in a short while.

The heavy palm struck the body of the Rakshasa god solidly.

The immense impact traveled down her body, her legs plunging straight into the mud, her knees buried deep in the soil.

The churning soil piled up, burying her lower body completely.

The powerful force bent her upper body forward, her back taut in an arc on the verge of breaking.

The dark purple armor on his body made a dull, cracking sound, revealing deep, long cracks, with the armor plates curling up to both sides along the cracks.

The close-fitting inner lining was exposed, and dark red blood kept seeping from the surface of her skin.

The Rakshasa God still gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, but the violent impact caused the demonic scythe to slip from his grasp. The long hilt embedded itself in the soil beside him, the blade trembling slightly and emitting a deep, resonant hum.

She opened her mouth as if to utter words of explanation, but only dark purple blood surged from her throat.

Thick blood dripped down his chin onto the soil, sizzling as it hit the ground. The highly corrosive blood scorched the earth beneath his feet, corroding the surface of the soil and creating countless tiny pits.

At this moment, the Rakshasa God's heart was filled with complex emotions.