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

However, a pure and refined golden fist wind, without any impurities, instantly detached from the fist, pierced through the void between the two, and struck Xu Langya's chest with perfect accuracy.

A deep, heavy bang suddenly rang out, echoing in all directions.

Xu Langya's massive body was instantly thrown away by this terrifying force, and he fell backward like a kite with a broken string, his back slamming heavily onto the hard stone ground in front of the imperial city gate.

The immense impact smashed the smooth stone slab into a dense network of fine cracks that spread out like a spiderweb.

A long tear appeared on the back of his noble dragon robe, the fabric ripped and flew about, leaving him in a sorry state.

Xu Langya lay on the ground, his body trembling violently. He coughed violently several times in succession, and with each cough, fine blood foam would spill from the corner of his mouth. His aura instantly weakened to the extreme, and his soul power was disordered and dissipated. He could no longer muster any strength.

The aftershocks of this powerful punch swept in all directions, accurately striking the three imperial elders standing nearby, sparing no one.

The elder's body suddenly swayed, and he staggered uncontrollably to the side. His blood and qi surged wildly, crashing against his internal organs. He felt a sweet taste in his throat and almost vomited blood on the spot, suffering serious injuries.

The Second Elder was in an even more wretched situation. He was thrown into the air by the violent aftershocks and his body slammed hard against the solid imperial city wall. He then slid down the wall in a sorry state, his bones aching and weak, and his blood and qi pounding violently.

The Third Elder was pushed backward by an invisible force, sliding several feet. His feet dragged two long furrows in the ground. He barely managed to steady himself, and a line of bright red blood slowly spilled from the corner of his mouth. His face turned pale instantly.

With a simple, casual punch, he crushed four top experts from the Sun Moon Empire. All four were defeated and had no chance to fight back, the difference in strength was terrifying.

Yang Jian slowly withdrew his fist, his expression remaining calm and composed, and calmly offered a word of advice.

"Remember today's lesson, and don't come looking for trouble with me again."

After saying this, he didn't look at Xu Langya, who was lying on the ground in a sorry state, and the three elders again, without the slightest bit of lingering affection.

With a swift turn, he transformed into a streak of silvery-white light, hurtling rapidly toward the horizon outside the city.

That tall and dashing white figure moved with incredible speed, sweeping across the sky in an instant and disappearing into the horizon, vanishing without a trace.

All the palace guards, servants, and palace attendants who witnessed the entire epic battle at the city gate only dared to breathe a sigh of relief and slowly resume normal breathing after Yang Jian's figure had completely disappeared.

Everyone was silent, no one dared to breathe loudly, no one dared to speak casually, and the entire imperial city was still shrouded in a heavy atmosphere of oppression that lingered for a long time.

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For a very long time after that earth-shattering duel, no force or individual on the entire Sun and Moon Continent dared to cause trouble for Yang Jian.

Xu Langya and the three elders buried this crushing defeat deep in their hearts and never mentioned it again.

They neither sent anyone to secretly investigate Yang Jian's background nor harbored any thoughts of revenge.

The humiliating defeat they suffered that day, being completely overwhelmed and powerless to fight back, had become the deepest shadow in their hearts, making them fully realize the vast difference in strength between the two sides, and from the bottom of their hearts they dared not provoke Yang Jian in the slightest again.

After leaving the Sun and Moon Imperial City, Yang Jian traveled freely across the entire Sun and Moon Continent on his own, without any constraints or restrictions. He could go wherever he wanted without any ties.

He traveled to every corner of the Sun and Moon Continent, experiencing the local customs and traditions of various regions.

From the boundless, azure waters of the eastern coastal region, one travels to the vast, desolate Gobi Desert of the west, where yellow sand stretches as far as the eye can see.

From the frozen, windswept, and perpetually snow-covered tundra in the north, we travel to the lush, humid, and rainy rainforests of the south, where ancient trees reach for the sky.

Along the way, he traveled through bustling capitals, through dilapidated towns, and across desolate wilderness, witnessing all aspects of life, experiencing the warmth and coldness of human relationships, and tasting the joys and sorrows of worldly life.

He once encountered a group of idle thugs in the deserted streets late at night. Taking advantage of their numbers, they surrounded a lone passerby, bullied the weak, robbed him of his meager belongings, and subjected him to all sorts of harassment and humiliation. They were arrogant and domineering.

He also witnessed powerful and wicked men in the dimly lit, dilapidated houses of ordinary people, who, relying on their power and numerous subordinates, arbitrarily pushed and drove away several young and helpless children, their attitude cold and fierce, without a trace of pity.

He once witnessed a powerful and arrogant young man, with a haughty expression, pointing at poor people kneeling on the ground begging for mercy at a bustling street corner, coldly ordering his men to forcibly drive them away, as if afraid that the lowly people would dirty the precious steps beneath his feet and dishonor his status.

The injustices, wickedness, indifference, and snobbery of the world were all clearly reflected in Yang Jian's eyes, and he could see them clearly.

But he remained a detached observer throughout, without intervening in anything.

He was like a passerby completely detached from the world, quietly observing the good and evil, right and wrong, joy and sorrow of life.

Everything happening before his eyes seemed to have nothing to do with him.

All the images were fleeting, appearing before his eyes but never leaving a trace in his heart, unable to stir even the slightest ripple.

Chapter 294 The Asura God Returns

The entire six months of travel passed in the blink of an eye.

After traversing all regions of the Sun and Moon Continent and witnessing the myriad aspects of life, Yang Jian specially sought out a secluded valley far from the hustle and bustle of the world, intending to calm his mind and cultivate in seclusion to break through his cultivation bottleneck.

This valley is extremely secluded, surrounded on all sides by towering, steep, and insurmountable rock walls. The entire valley is hidden deep in the mountains, with only one narrow and concealed entrance. Ordinary adventurers and cultivators would never find this place, perfectly isolated from all outside disturbances.

The valley floor is quiet and serene, with fresh air and knee-high wild grass growing everywhere, a lush and vibrant green landscape.

A thin stream of mountain spring water seeps and drips from the crevices of the rock wall, gradually gathering into a clear, shallow stream that meanders along the valley floor. The water babbles, creating a tranquil and peaceful atmosphere, making it an absolutely top-notch place for cultivation.

Yang Jian walked slowly to the flat open space in the center of the valley, crossed his legs, and sat down steadily, completely abandoning all distracting thoughts and worldly affairs, and concentrating on breaking through the cultivation barrier that had troubled him for so long.

The process of breaking through to a higher realm was tedious, lengthy, and arduous; this sitting session lasted for a full three months.

For the past three months, he has been meditating and cultivating day and night without rest. The vast soul power accumulated within his body has been surging and circulating continuously in his meridians, repeatedly washing away the final barrier of cultivation that was blocking him at the peak of level ninety-eight and preventing him from breaking through to the Peerless Douluo realm.

There are no shortcuts in this process. Like a mountain stream, it washes away the weak points of the dam day after day and year after year. With extreme patience and perseverance, it gradually wears down the thickness and hardness of the barrier, slowly accumulating the power to break through.

On the last day of the third month, a faint, crisp cracking sound finally came from inside Yang Jian's body.

The cultivation barrier that had imprisoned him for so long and prevented him from breaking through to the Peerless Douluo level was completely shattered and disintegrated, all obstacles vanished, and a wide and smooth new path was opened up for his cultivation.

The massive amount of soul power that had been accumulating within his body surged out instantly, flowing several times faster than before.

Just like a narrow and blocked river channel being completely widened and dredged, a massive flow of water rushes freely and unimpeded, instantly bringing the circulation of soul power throughout the body to a whole new level.

Yang Jian slowly opened his eyes, gently clenched his fist, and stretched his body. He clearly felt the new, more powerful, domineering, and refined power within his body surging and flowing freely through his meridians, making him feel refreshed and comfortable all over.

He successfully stepped into the threshold of becoming a peerless Douluo, his cultivation reached a new peak, and his overall strength underwent a qualitative leap, far surpassing his previous achievements.

After successfully breaking through his cultivation level, Yang Jian did not linger on the Sun and Moon Continent. He quickly packed his things and set off, crossing the vast ocean and speeding all the way back to the Douluo Continent he knew.

Returning to his homeland brought him a sense of peace, and the first thing he did was to visit his familiar old friends and relatives.

The first person he found was Zhu Zhuqing.

At this moment, Zhu Zhuqing was in the kitchen of the courtyard, busy with daily chores, her demeanor gentle and quiet.

Her slender fingers moved nimbly, the cleaver in her hand rising and falling rhythmically, slicing fresh radishes into evenly thick and uniform slices. Her movements were skillful and efficient, clearly the result of years of housework.

Slight footsteps sounded outside the courtyard gate. Zhu Zhuqing subconsciously looked up and saw that it was Yang Jian, whom she had not seen for a long time. Her cold and aloof expression softened instantly, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, revealing a gentle smile.

She didn't say anything extra, nor did she ask Yang Jian where he had been for the past six months, what hardships he had experienced, or what formidable enemies he had encountered. She simply looked at him quietly.

All the longing and concern, the joy and peace of reunion, are left unsaid.

After saying goodbye to Zhu Zhuqing, Yang Jian went to see his younger brother and sister.

After visiting his loved ones, Yang Jian made a special trip to the Heaven Dou Empire to pay a special visit to Qian Renxue.

The two hadn't seen each other for a long time, so they had a simple get-together and chatted, catching up on the past and catching up on each other's recent situations. The atmosphere was peaceful and calm.

After a brief gathering, Yang Jian didn't linger outside. He immediately turned and returned to the Spirit Hall. He plunged into his private cultivation room and continued his secluded cultivation, studying the profound mysteries of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts day and night. He repeatedly refined his own cultivation techniques, physical body, and combat power, striving to make his strength more perfect and pure, without any weaknesses.

The peaceful and tranquil days of cultivation did not last long.

One evening, as the sun set, its warm golden rays bathed the entire land of the Spirit Hall, creating a peaceful and serene atmosphere. A gentle breeze blew, and the ambiance was tranquil.

Yang Jian was sitting upright in the cultivation room, closing his eyes to regulate his breathing, slowly sorting out the vast soul power flowing smoothly within his body, stabilizing his newly broken-through Peerless Douluo cultivation, and consolidating his foundation.

Just then, his extraordinary and extremely sensitive soul suddenly sensed several unfamiliar and extremely powerful auras that abruptly appeared above the Spirit Hall.

These auras were incredibly powerful, carrying the vast pressure unique to gods. Ordinary titled Douluo and peerless Douluo didn't even have the right to raise their heads in front of this pressure.

One of the auras was particularly familiar, filled with intense, piercing hostility and absolute confidence; it was none other than the Asura God who had previously defeated him. Besides this, there were four other distinctly different, yet equally vast and powerful, divine auras, layered upon each other, completely sealing off the entire sky above the Spirit Hall and cutting off all escape routes.

Yang Jian immediately opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them, but his expression remained calm and composed, without the slightest surprise or panic.

He slowly got up, pushed open the wooden door of the training room, and looked up at the vast sky above.

At this moment, the atmosphere above the Spirit Hall was extremely tense, and a great battle was about to break out.

The Asura God stood in mid-air, his dark red robe billowing wildly in the high-altitude gale. His killing intent was chilling, and his terrifying divine pressure rolled in, enveloping the entire world.

Behind him stood four figures of different shapes, each exuding a pure and vast divine aura, their strength unfathomable, all of them at the pinnacle of the divine realm, the first-level deities.

The four figures stood tall and straight, each surrounded by their own unique divine light, firmly standing in the four corners of the sky like four towering pillars, completely sealing off all airspace and leaving no room for anyone below to escape or hide.

A cold, authoritative, and unquestionable voice slowly descended from the sky, resounding throughout the entire Spirit Hall and clearly reaching everyone's ears, carrying extreme killing intent and majesty.

"Yang Jian, your sins are heinous and unforgivable. Come out and face your death immediately!"

Chapter 295 Death's Date?

At this moment, all the people in Wuhun City and the disciples of Wuhun Hall subconsciously looked up at the sky.

When they saw the five terrifying and overwhelming divine figures high in the sky, everyone was instantly gripped by immense panic.

Some people couldn't help but gasp in shock, their faces filled with terror, their legs going weak, standing there dumbfounded, at a loss for what to do.

Some knew how terrifying a battle between gods could be, that even a single aftershock could destroy an entire city. They dared not linger for a moment and immediately began packing their belongings, already planning to flee Wuhun City with their families to avoid the impending cataclysmic war and save their own lives.

The entire Wuhun City was in a state of panic, with everyone in a state of chaos and unease. The streets were bustling with people, noisy and chaotic, with people fleeing everywhere.

Just as the whole city was in chaos and everyone was terrified, Yang Jian's figure slowly rose into the air, steadily ascending to a high altitude, and finally stood at the same level as the five gods, including the God of Asura, facing the terrifying pressure of the five gods.

He faced the combined pressure of the five top deities without the slightest fear, his expression calm and composed.

He spoke with a lazy, teasing tone, making light of the situation.

"Last time you were beaten so badly you had to flee in a sorry state. Today you brought four helpers with you, thinking you can easily beat me?"

The Asura God's expression darkened slightly, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes. However, he quickly suppressed all negative emotions and regained his aloof and indifferent deity posture, speaking coldly.

"You only won by luck last time; it didn't count as real skill. Today is your death day."

Yang Jian turned his head and glanced indifferently at the densely packed Spirit Hall buildings below, as well as the people in the city who were in complete chaos and fleeing in panic, and casually said something.

"Let's fight somewhere else. The space here is too small, it's restrictive, and we can't really move freely. There's no need for the aftershocks to destroy the city or injure ordinary people."

The Asura God did not reject the offer.

He knew very well that in a battle between top-tier gods of this level, even a tiny aftershock could easily wipe out the entire Spirit City, injuring countless ordinary people and low-level spirit masters.

He didn't want to fight within the confines of a small city, needlessly wasting his divine power and causing unnecessary bloodshed.

He nodded slightly, and a surge of dark red divine power instantly enveloped his body. He turned around first and sped off towards the endless sea.

Four first-level gods followed closely behind, and five powerful and vast divine auras tore through the sky, instantly leaving the land area of ​​Douluo Continent and flying towards the depths of the boundless sea.

Yang Jian lightly stepped into the void, his figure following closely behind. His white-clad figure soared through the air at an extremely fast speed, catching up with the five divine figures ahead in an instant, and flying side by side towards the battlefield.