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

Yang Jian's eyes remained calm and unwavering. Faced with this swift close-range attack, he neither chose to withstand it head-on nor retreated in panic.

He shifted his body to the side by an inch with the utmost ease, effortlessly and perfectly avoiding the devastating attack.

In the instant he dodged to the side, he deftly flipped his wrist, and the three-pointed double-edged sword in his hand slashed horizontally in a smooth and fluid motion without the slightest pause.

The incredibly sharp blade struck precisely at the weakest point at the base of the dragon's wing. With its extreme sharpness and immense power, it instantly pierced through the dragon's tough scales, leaving a deep and long wound on the Silver Dragon King's wing. Pale golden dragon blood slowly seeped from the wound, trickling down the patterns on the dragon's scales.

A sharp, intense pain instantly swept through his body, causing the massive dragon's body to sway violently in the air, its form tilting instantly, and its previously stable flight posture completely lost its balance.

However, Gu Yuena's fighting spirit was extremely strong and tenacious. Even when she was injured and out of control, she did not panic at all.

With her tens of thousands of years of combat experience, she instantly mobilized the remaining soul power in her body, quickly adjusted her posture, and managed to stabilize the dragon's body that was about to fall.

The moment she regained her footing, she immediately launched a counterattack. Her thick, powerful dragon tail whistled through the air as she swung it horizontally with all her might, the force of which was fierce and heavy, sweeping straight toward Yang Jian's body.

The power contained in this dragon tail is extremely terrifying. If it hits even a top-tier titled Douluo, his bones will shatter on the spot.

Faced with this incredibly powerful tail sweep, Yang Jian remained calm, neither dodging nor avoiding. He simply raised his forearm and steadily blocked it at his side, intending to take the blow head-on with his bare body.

The next second, the heavy, hard dragon tail slammed into his forearm, and a dull, heavy impact resounded throughout the ravaged forest.

The immense impact erupted instantly, pushing Yang Jian's feet to scrape against the ground, carving out a shallow trench, with the soil on both sides being churned up and piled up.

No matter how strong the impact, Yang Jian's body remained straight and upright, without the slightest sway from head to toe. His body was as stable as a rock, rooted to the ground without moving an inch. His physical strength completely overwhelmed the heavy force of the dragon's tail.

Chapter 280 All Gone

The moment Yang Jian firmly blocked the fatal blow, he didn't pause at all. He took a step forward, closing the distance between himself and the Silver Dragon King.

He slightly gathered his strength in his right fist, without any fancy starting stance or unnecessary preparatory movements, and simply threw out a punch.

This punch may seem ordinary, without any fancy moves, but it contains a powerful and domineering pure force. Every bit of force is solid and refined, without any waste.

The clenched fist slammed solidly into the scales on the Silver Dragon King's side, hitting a vital spot precisely.

The hard, thick dragon scales were instantly shattered by the shock, and fine cracks spread across the entire area in an instant.

The terrifying penetrating power followed closely, breaking through the outer layer of scales and armor, directly piercing the dragon's skin and flesh, and striking its internal organs.

A dull thud swept outwards from the point of impact, causing the air throughout the entire forest to tremble violently, and shattering all the surrounding suspended pebbles.

The massive, heavy Silver Dragon King's body couldn't withstand the impact. It was violently slammed off course by the punch and fell uncontrollably toward the ground.

The massive body crashed down, crushing countless ancient trees, some hundreds or even thousands of years old, along its path, the crisp sound of breaking branches echoing continuously.

The dragon's head drooped slightly, no longer able to maintain its previous arrogant posture. Its chest heaved violently, and its heavy, rapid breathing was clearly audible.

After just two exchanges, her condition visibly deteriorated significantly; her breathing became disordered and weak, and her whole body exuded fatigue and pain.

She lay sprawled among the broken branches and twigs, her heavy dragon body causing the ground to sink slightly. She struggled several times, trying to muster her soul power to stand up, but failed each time due to her severe injuries and exhaustion. After several attempts, she finally managed to support her massive body and stand up with great difficulty.

After a few close-quarters battles, Gu Yuena had a clear understanding of the situation. Her full-power dragon form possessed extreme defense, destructive power, and physical strength, but even so, she was still completely unable to suppress the human in front of her. Instead, she was completely overwhelmed and restrained at every turn.

She no longer clung to fighting in her dragon form, immediately withdrawing her dragon power and shedding her massive dragon body. Silvery-white dragon light flowed and gathered, quickly condensing in the air and transforming back into her white-clad, white-haired human form in the blink of an eye, gracefully landing back on the ravaged ground.

At this moment, Gu Yuena had long lost the composure and ease she had shown during the initial battle.

Her breathing was rapid and erratic, her chest heaving dramatically, and each breath brought a slight pain.

The bloodstains at the corner of his mouth were more noticeable than before, his face was so pale it was almost transparent, and his once abundant soul power had weakened considerably, causing his aura to drop significantly.

Even though she was severely injured and her soul power was exhausted, she still stood up straight, her back taut, refusing to bend over or lower her head. Her stubbornness and pride remained undiminished, and she was determined not to admit defeat.

Yang Jian stood quietly not far away, taking in her stubborn and defiant appearance without feeling the slightest ripple in his heart.

He didn't want to continue this pointless fight, nor did he intend to waste any more time with her. He was prepared to make a move directly and end the match once and for all.

He slowly raised his right hand, closed his five fingers, and clenched them into a fist.

The aura that had been slightly radiating outwards instantly receded and returned to calm. It seemed to have no power at all, but in fact it was gathering strength and ready to be unleashed, concealing ultimate power.

The next second, Yang Jian's figure blurred, leaving only a fleeting afterimage. His speed was extremely fast, instantly closing the distance between the two and appearing in front of Gu Yuena in the blink of an eye, giving her no time to react.

The right fist was thrown straight forward, its trajectory simple and direct, without any fancy movements or unnecessary variations. It was the purest and most swift straight punch, heading straight for Gu Yuena.

Facing the heavy punch at close range, Gu Yuena's pupils suddenly contracted, and an extreme sense of crisis surged into her heart.

At that moment, she clearly sensed that the power of that punch had completely exceeded the limit of what she could withstand in her current injured and weakened state.

In her current state, she had no ability to resist or have any extra time to dodge, and could only endure the blow.

The powerful punch landed precisely on Gu Yuena's body. The immense impact caused her to lose control of her body, flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

During her backward flight, her body crashed through several layers of remaining tree debris and broken branches. After the force was dissipated layer by layer, she finally slammed heavily into the thick soil.

The immense inertia did not dissipate; it continued to slide her body across the ground, carving out a long and deep trench.

Dirt flew everywhere and rocks exploded, making the already ravaged ground even more dilapidated.

Gu Yuena lay on her back at the bottom of the ravine, her whole body aching and weak, unable to move. She slightly raised her eyes, looking at the sky above her, a domain shattered and cracked by the battle, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

Her chest was still heaving violently, and each breath aggravated her internal injuries, bringing out fine blood foam, and the bloodstains at the corners of her mouth continued to spread.

His soul power was almost exhausted, his meridians were damaged and broken in many places, and his bones and muscles were in excruciating pain. He could not even muster the strength to raise his hand or get up, let alone mobilize the elemental power to resist.

Yang Jian walked forward slowly and steadily, standing quietly at the edge of the ravine. He looked down at Gu Yuena lying at the bottom of the valley with a calm expression, without pride, mockery, or pity.

Gu Yuena at the bottom of the ravine completely gave up struggling, no longer trying to get up, nor mobilizing any soul power or elemental power to resist.

She lay quietly at the bottom of the pit, looking up at Yang Jian, her gaze fixed on him.

Her lips trembled slightly, as if she had a thousand words to say, including resentment, doubt, and disbelief, but she held them all back and didn't utter a single word.

After a moment of silence, she slowly turned her head and looked at Yang Jian again.

Those silver-white eyes, which were usually radiant, arrogant, sharp, and aloof, now had their colorful light completely dimmed and extinguished, losing all their former brilliance.

All the resentment, stubbornness, pride, and confidence hidden deep in their hearts were gradually worn away in this competition where they were absolutely crushed.

She stopped speaking and struggling, lying quietly in the ravaged ravine, utterly exhausted and having lost all will to fight.

Yang Jian casually rotated his wrist and gently moved his arm joints.

Throughout the intense battle, he was completely at ease and didn't really use his full strength at all; his muscles and joints felt almost no strain.

Chapter 281 The Only Choice

After stretching his body, Yang Jian turned his head slightly and his gaze fell once again on the silver-white figure stuck in the mud at the bottom of the ditch.

His voice was neither loud nor soft, his tone flat and devoid of any emotion. There was no joy in winning or losing, nor any sense of pressure. It was as if he were casually stating a fact: "Now you understand the gap?"

Gu Yuena remained lying quietly at the bottom of the ravine, her body deeply embedded in the long groove she had created by sliding and crashing.

Her snow-white robes were covered in dirt and debris, and her once smooth and neat silver-white hair was scattered among the mud and withered leaves. A few strands of wet hair clung tightly to her bleeding lips, making her look extremely disheveled.

She didn't respond, but simply stared silently at Yang Jian above her with her dim silver eyes. The vibrant, dancing light in her pupils slowly faded, the flickering light growing weaker and weaker until it almost completely disappeared.

She stubbornly refused to back down, to admit defeat, or to utter a word of acknowledgment of her loss, but in her heart, she had already seen it all clearly.

This human defeated her, and won extremely easily, holding back his strength throughout the entire match, without ever displaying his true power.

This feeling of being completely crushed was all too familiar to her.

Long ago, when the Dragon God perished, she had experienced this extreme disparity and felt this despair of helplessness.

That was the extreme sense of loss she thought she would never experience again after the era of the Dragon God ended, but now she was experiencing it all again in a human.

She remained silent, her gaze fixed on the figure above her, watching as Yang Jian withdrew his gaze and slowly turned around.

At that moment, the doubts in her heart completely overwhelmed her resentment at defeat.

She had lived for countless years and seen countless human soul masters, but never had she ever seen a human as completely unfathomable and incomprehensible as Yang Jian.

According to the established limitations of the laws of heaven and earth, the upper limit of human cultivation has long been locked.

Unless one breaks through the shackles and becomes a god, it is impossible to reach the level of strength that Yang Jian is currently displaying.

However, Yang Jian did not possess any divine aura from beginning to end. He was purely a human body with human essence, without relying on any divine inheritance or being tainted by any divinity.

Everything before her eyes completely overturned her knowledge accumulated over tens of thousands of years and shattered all her preconceived notions about the world.

Yang Jian was completely unconcerned about the myriad thoughts and complex emotions churning within her, and too lazy to try to guess what she was thinking.

His gaze swept across the ravaged ground, landing on the edge of this small battleground in the distance. This tiny world, after the fierce fighting, was autonomously operating its rules, slowly repairing its damaged spatial barriers and shattered terrain.

He pondered quietly for a moment, clarifying his plans, before slowly speaking, his tone still calm and unwavering: "I will conquer the God Realm in the future. You should stay on Douluo Continent and recover from your injuries. There's no need to discuss cooperation. I will make my own decision then."

When he said these words, his attitude was extremely firm, as if he were stating a predetermined fact that had been destined long ago, required no discussion from anyone, and could not be changed by anyone. There was no hesitation or probing whatsoever.

His plan was simple and clear.

The Asura God had already secretly attacked him, and the enmity between the two had long been established, with old grievances piling up, making reconciliation impossible.

Even if he were willing to let go of his grudges and forgive past transgressions, the Asura God, who resides in the realm of gods, would not let him go.

Therefore, going to the realm of gods is an inevitable choice, and the only choice.

He knew very well that the divine realm was hierarchical and its rules were rigid. If he were to enter the divine realm and seek revenge against the Asura God, he would inevitably alarm the other gods and be obstructed and restrained by the law enforcers and gods of the divine realm.

He was neither afraid of nor concerned about these obstacles.

But the most pressing practical problem is right now.

That is, he didn't know how to get to the realm of the gods.

The rules of heaven and earth in the Douluo Continent are extremely strict. Since ancient times, only after becoming a god can one break free from the constraints of the plane and ascend to the God Realm. Without becoming a god, one can never set foot in the God Realm.

He knew that there were only two paths to godhood in this world: one was to inherit the divine position left by the gods, and the other was to unite the faith of all people and use the power of faith to become a god.

But for him now, neither of these paths is viable.

Inheriting a divine position requires the deity to actively bestow the inheritance and adapt the vessel for the divine position.

With his terrifying strength, which has already surpassed that of a regular Title Douluo and is close to that of a god, none of the existing divine positions in the world can bear his power. Forcibly inheriting them would only cause the divine positions to burst, which would be meaningless.

Becoming a god through faith only exists in ancient legends; no one has ever truly proven whether this path is feasible, and it is full of unknowns and uncertainties.

Therefore, he could only take it one step at a time, honing his own strength while exploring and seeking a new way to break through the dimensional barriers and reach the realm of gods.

Having considered all the pros and cons and made all the plans, Yang Jian said no more and offered no further explanation. He withdrew his gaze from the distance and began to walk steadily toward the edge of the small world.

After walking a few steps, he slowly raised his right fist.

The pure and rich golden soul power surged and gathered instantly, condensing into a thin, condensed, and extremely dense light membrane on the fist. It looked thin, but contained a terrifying power that could tear space apart.