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

Throughout the entire process, Yang Jian remained as steady as a mountain. Not only was he not injured, but even the hem of his clothes was not burned by the flames. His demeanor was extremely composed.

After his attack missed, the rage in the Silver Dragon King's eyes gradually faded, replaced by deep confusion and astonishment.

She looked down at the charred marks on the rock wall left by her own fire, then stared intently at the calm and composed human figure in front of her, her heart filled with confusion.

His attack, imbued with the ultimate elemental fire, was powerful enough to severely injure gods and burn mountains. Even the most powerful and peerless Douluo of the Douluo Continent would not dare to take it head-on and could only dodge in a sorry state.

But this human in front of them blocked it with ease, and remained completely calm and unaffected throughout.

After a brief period of confusion, a deeper sense of scrutiny and apprehension welled up in my heart.

The Silver Dragon King's body slowly tensed, her dragon tail swaying gently behind her, her aura growing increasingly fierce. She no longer rashly launched elemental attacks, but instead directly channeled her physical power.

The enormous dragon claws rose, and a thin but incredibly refined layer of silver light condensed at the tips, containing pure and domineering physical power. The speed was far faster and more fierce than the previous fire pillar attack.

Chapter 275 From now on, all will be well.

The Silver Dragon King's claw attack had no fancy moves or special effects whatsoever; it looked quite ordinary, yet the power it contained was terrifyingly extreme.

This is the physical foundation she has accumulated over countless years, the purest and most fundamental power of the dragon race. If it were to be filmed in real life, shattering mountains and splitting the earth would be no problem at all.

The enormous dragon claw, carrying immense pressure, moved with incredible speed, traversing a short distance in the blink of an eye and hovering above Yang Jian's head.

At this moment, the dragon claws were hanging low, incredibly close to Yang Jian's head, and it looked like they were about to slam down and crush him to the ground in the next second.

The surrounding air was frozen by this terrifying power, and the air pressure in the entire cave was so low that it was suffocating. Even an ordinary Title Douluo would feel weak in the legs and unable to move just by enduring this pressure.

Just when everyone thought that this attack was sure to end the matter and that Yang Jian was doomed, Yang Jian finally moved.

He didn't dodge or retreat; he simply raised his right hand slowly and steadily, precisely and accurately, grasped the Silver Dragon King's thick claw.

Immediately afterwards, he gently pulled his five fingers inward, the movement relaxed and casual, as simple as picking up an ordinary stone.

But this seemingly effortless movement directly locked down the Silver Dragon King's massive dragon claw as it unleashed its full power.

This devastating attack, capable of crushing everything, was abruptly halted in mid-air, unable to fall even an inch further.

At this moment, the sharpest claw at the very tip of the dragon's claw was less than a foot away from Yang Jian's head.

Between them lay life and death, yet this fatal distance was fixed in place, impossible to move even an inch further.

Yang Jian stood firmly on the solid rock wall, his posture upright and straight, without the slightest sway from head to toe, as steady as could be.

The rock face beneath his feet was intact, flat and clean, without a single crack or trace of footsteps or force.

Compared to the Silver Dragon King's earth-shattering attack, this extreme contrast is enough to send shivers down one's spine.

On the other side, the Silver Dragon King, whose claws were locked, was already experiencing a huge uproar.

She immediately mobilized all the power in her body, trying to forcefully pull back the dragon claw and break free from this sudden restraint.

As the ruler of the soul beast race for countless years, her physical strength and power are among the best in the entire Douluo Continent.

Even when severely injured and with his strength greatly diminished, this full-force attack was something that no ordinary human soul master could withstand.

No matter how hard she tried or how much she struggled, it was all in vain.

Yang Jian's seemingly thin and ordinary hand was frighteningly firm, and its stability reached the extreme.

No matter how the Silver Dragon King pulled, struggled, or unleashed its power, all its force was completely neutralized without a trace.

She struggled with all her might for a long time, but she couldn't even budge Yang Jian's wrist, let alone break free.

At that moment, the Silver Dragon King's signature silver-white vertical pupils widened instantly.

The iridescent light that had been swirling in her eyes faded quickly, replaced by overwhelming shock and utter disbelief.

Ever since she was wounded in the ancient war and retreated to the Douluo Continent to recuperate, she has been secretly observing everything on this continent.

She had a thorough understanding of the cultivation system, weaknesses in strength, and physical limitations of human soul masters.

In all historical records and the understanding of all ethnic groups on the mainland, human soul masters rely on soul power and martial soul to stand on their own, and their physical body is their biggest weakness.

Human bodies are weak and powerless, and cannot be compared with the bodies of top-tier soul beasts or pure dragons.

Even the most powerful Douluo on the continent, whose cultivation has reached the limit of humanity, could only dodge her full-force claw attack in a sorry state.

A direct confrontation? That's simply impossible; it's pure suicide.

But today, this seemingly ordinary young human has completely shattered her preconceived notions accumulated over tens of thousands of years.

Not only did her opponent withstand her all-out, deadly attack head-on, but he also restrained her firmly, leaving her with no room to resist.

This scene completely overturned the Silver Dragon King's understanding of the past tens of thousands of years, shattering all her preconceived notions about the human race.

She had lived for far too long, witnessed the rise and fall of countless geniuses, and seen countless changes of power, but she had never seen such an outrageous human being.

Extreme surprise, deep fear, and utter bewilderment intertwined in her mind, completely disrupting her originally composed state of mind.

She suppressed the turmoil in her heart, her voice low and deep, filled with vigilance and doubt, as she asked in a low voice, "Who exactly are you?"

Faced with the Silver Dragon King's oppressive questioning, Yang Jian remained completely calm and composed throughout.

He slowly loosened his grip on the wrist with his five fingers, the movement gentle and slow, without any haste, and then gently took half a step back, standing steadily on the ground of the cave.

He raised his eyes and looked straight ahead, his gaze calm and direct, meeting the enormous, silver-white dragon before him, whose imposing presence swept across the entire cave.

His tone was calm and casual, just like chatting with an acquaintance, without the slightest tension or fear.

No matter how large or imposing the other party is, in his eyes they are no different from ordinary ants.

"My name is Yang Jian, the new Pope of the Spirit Hall."

In just one short sentence, he introduced himself cleanly and concisely, without any unnecessary preamble or deliberate boasting.

Having stated his identity, Yang Jian cut straight to the point without beating around the bush, his tone still calm and even: "I've come to see you today because I want to talk to you about something."

He looked calmly at the tense Silver Dragon King and said clearly, word by word, "From now on, you shall stay obediently at the bottom of this lake, rest and recuperate, and devote yourself to cultivation."

"Stop plotting in secret to overthrow the order of the human world, and stop deliberately provoking conflict between humans and soul beasts."

"If you agree, from now on we will live in peace. I will not disturb your healing and recovery, and you are not allowed to harass human races again."

At this point, Yang Jian paused for a moment.

His originally calm tone had taken on a cold and forceful edge, carrying an absolute intimidation that left no room for argument.

"If you don't agree, you'll have a hard time leaving here alive today."

These words were spoken in a calm tone, without any deliberate emphasis or arrogant, threatening manner.

There was no shouting or yelling to show strength, nor any deliberate threats or pressure, yet every word sounded like an established fact.

A few simple words of persuasion, imbued with absolute confidence and overwhelming pressure, leave no room for doubt.

Chapter 276 Achieving Great Success Together

Upon hearing Yang Jian's words, the Silver Dragon King's massive body visibly stiffened, and he stood motionless in place.

The seven colors in her eyes flashed rapidly, her heart was in turmoil, and various emotions were intertwined.

Surprise, suspicion, vigilance, fear, resentment, and struggle—countless emotions churned rapidly in her mind as she frantically weighed the pros and cons.

She stared intently at the young human before her, scrutinizing him from head to toe, her mind racing with calculations.

She desperately tried to figure out whether Yang Jian truly possessed absolute strength that could crush her and was full of confidence, or was simply bluffing and deliberately trying to scare her.

Her arrogance, built up over tens of thousands of years, made her utterly unwilling to believe that she, the ruler of all soul beasts, could be completely suppressed by a young human.

But the real fight just now, and the inescapable confinement, were undeniable facts that she couldn't deny.

After much internal struggle and deliberation, the Silver Dragon King finally moved slowly and lay back down in the depths of the cave.

As she calmed down completely and stopped releasing her violent power, the turbulent air in the cave gradually subsided.

The fierce winds that had arisen during the earlier confrontation completely dissipated, and the entire cave returned to calm.

The areas on the rock face that had been scorched black by the high-temperature fire pillars were still slowly emitting wisps of blue smoke.

Wisps of smoke drifted slowly towards the top of the cave, swirling gently in the enclosed space before finally dissipating into the shadows of a corner.

Yang Jian stood within the light at the cave entrance and casually glanced at the Silver Dragon King.

He could clearly see that the previously violently pulsating and restless colored halo in the other person's silver-white vertical pupils had completely calmed down.

Although a sharp edge still lingered in her eyes, along with a persistent scrutiny, she remained wary of him.

But the impulse to suddenly rise up and fight to the death has been completely suppressed.

After confirming that the other party had completely calmed down and was not making any unusual moves for the time being, Yang Jian nodded slightly.

This nod seemed to confirm that his initial objective had been achieved and that the situation was completely under his control.

He then turned around and walked toward the transparent barrier that separated the lake from the cave.

His footsteps clattered softly on the smooth rock surface, the sound echoing faintly in the empty, quiet cave.

After the brief echo dissipated, the cave fell silent again, so quiet that the faint sound of dust falling could be heard.

Just as Yang Jian was about to pass through the barrier and step out of this underground cave, a crisp sound of obstruction suddenly came from behind him.

"Wait a moment."

The voice was much softer, a stark contrast to her furious roar and all-out attack just now.

His tone shifted noticeably, the harshness gone, replaced by a thoughtful and composed demeanor.

Yang Jian stopped abruptly, without continuing forward.

He slowly turned around, his gaze calmly fixed on the center of the cave, and instantly caught the change that was taking place before him.

The enormous, silvery-white dragon's body is undergoing a silent and rapid transformation.

The giant dragon body, which was tens of meters long, shrank rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in a short moment it shrank to the height and size of an ordinary human.

The layers of snow-white dragon scales on its body surface also slowly sank into the skin during the contraction process.

Where the scales have fallen away, a faint silvery-white sheen has emerged, delicate and soft, before the sheen gradually fades and completely disappears into the skin.

The thick dragon limbs quickly shortened and shaped, eventually transforming into human limbs, with a straight and upright posture.

The hard dragon horns that had grown abruptly from his forehead slowly contracted, dissipated, and disappeared completely.

The dragon's originally fierce and sharp eyes also transformed, turning into the shape of human pupils.