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

"Go all out, don't hold back!" The Asura God roared fiercely, his dark red divine power burning completely. The Asura Demon Sword transformed into a sky full of blood-red sword rain, densely packed and covering the sky, each sword light carrying a domineering killing intent to slaughter souls.

The Golden Spear Deity's movement technique surged, his spear becoming like a dragon, with thousands of golden spear beams piercing the air and intertwining to form a dense spear net, sealing off all of Yang Jian's escape space.

The scimitar deity moved erratically, transforming into several afterimages as it launched cunning attacks from all directions.

The archer deity drew his bow to its fullest extent, unleashing a gigantic wind-elemental divine arrow that pierced the heavens and earth, locking onto the core of Yang Jian's soul.

The four deities poured out their full divine power, combined with the Asura God's ultimate sword formation, to unleash a top-tier encirclement and killing move in the divine realm. The space above the entire sea collapsed and shattered layer by layer, with black void rifts spreading in all directions, and the aura of destruction was extremely dense.

Faced with this devastating offensive, Yang Jian remained calm and composed.

He used a mysterious footwork technique to move through the void, his figure darting and traversing the shattered void. His three-pointed double-edged sword danced like the wind, and layers of silver light spread out, forming an impenetrable absolute defensive barrier.

Ding ding dong dong—!

The continuous clang of metal against metal reverberated throughout the four seas. Countless crimson sword lights, golden spear beams, silver blade shadows, and wind-elemental divine arrows bombarded the blade's barrier, yet none could break through it even slightly.

All the attacks from the top deities were steadily blocked, shattered, and deflected!

The violent divine power rebounded and scattered, sweeping back and engulfing the five great gods.

Caught off guard, the scimitar deity was struck on the shoulder by its own rebounding blade, staggering backward and spilling divine blood from its mouth.

The golden-spear deity's hands, which were holding the spear, trembled violently, the tiger's mouth split open, and the golden divine power became disordered and dissipated.

The archer deity, who was charging up his bow at a distance, was struck by the backlash of the wind-elemental power, and his figure was violently pushed back hundreds of feet, his bowstring breaking inch by inch.

In just one round of attack and defense, all four auxiliary deities were injured and their combat power plummeted!

Only the Asura God remained, still standing with his sword, his face ashen, his eyes filled with disbelief and shock.

Chapter 298: A Hundred Times Enough

The wind on the sea never stops, howling incessantly, carrying the unique salty smell of the ocean.

The air currents over the entire sea area were churned up by the gale, which separated the two figures facing off in mid-air, creating a dedicated battle zone.

This battlefield, suspended high in the sky, is far from the waves of the sea, yet it is far more dangerous than the surging waters below. Every slight movement can affect the final outcome of this cross-border duel.

Yang Jian stood suspended in mid-air, his feet firmly planted on the flowing air. There was nothing supporting him, yet he felt more grounded than if he were standing on flat ground.

Her wide robes swayed gently in the sea breeze, the hem hanging down gracefully without any panic.

He gripped the hilt of the three-pointed double-edged sword tightly with both hands. The silvery-white light that had been flashing and bursting from the blade during the fierce battle had completely subsided and calmed down.

At this moment, the divine weapon has lost its sharp, killing edge, leaving only the clean and bright luster of the blade itself, quietly shimmering in the air.

He stood motionless in place, his grip on the knife steady and unwavering, his eyes clear and calm, fixed on the Asura God opposite him.

There were no unnecessary small movements around him, and his aura was calm and heavy, just like a boulder deeply rooted in mid-air, remaining as steady as a rock no matter how the sea wind howled or the air currents surged.

Looking at the Asura God opposite him, his condition was far inferior to Yang Jian's. After the extremely fierce close combat just now, he was clearly exhausted, and his divine power was severely depleted.

His upper body slumped slightly forward, unable to maintain the upright posture a god-king should have. His dark red robe was torn in countless places, with large and small tears in the hem, cuffs, and shoulders.

Beneath the tattered fabric, the dark patterns on the surface of his divine body could be clearly seen. Those originally stable and condensed divine patterns were now dull and lackluster, with subtle cracks. Anyone with discerning eyes could see that the fierce battle just now had caused him to suffer a great loss and serious internal injuries, and his combat power had been greatly reduced.

The four first-level gods behind the Asura God looked extremely disheveled, completely lacking the arrogance and demeanor of the powerful gods they usually possessed.

All four of them had their heads down, panting heavily, their chests heaving violently, each breath filled with extreme exhaustion.

After a tough battle, their condition plummeted. They were sore and weak all over, and even maintaining a suspended posture was extremely difficult.

Even worse, all of their personal weapons were completely destroyed in the battle just now, not a single one was intact.

The top-tier god, who was skilled in spear combat, had lost most of his spear. Now he only had a short section of the shaft left, and he couldn't even perform the most basic thrust.

The most tragic fate befell the first-level gods who wielded scimitars. Their entire scimitar shattered completely, leaving not even fragments behind. Their palms were empty, holding only a bare hilt, utterly deprived of any means of combat.

The burly man wielding the giant hammer, a first-level god, had his signature hammer covered in a dense network of cracks. The spiderweb-like cracks continued to spread, and faint glimmers of dissipating divine power emanated from the depths of the cracks, threatening to shatter into a pile of scrap pieces at any moment.

The last archer, skilled in long-range attacks, had long since given up resistance. His longbow was twisted and deformed, bent and broken, completely ruined, and could no longer fire even the most ordinary arrow.

These four are all genuine first-level gods in the divine realm. They are powerful figures in the divine realm and are respected by others. Their expressions are always proud and dignified.

But now, all four of them wore expressions of exhaustion and fear, their former arrogance vanished without a trace.

This disheveled appearance wasn't something they deliberately put on; rather, it was the instinctive reaction of their bodies and minds after being completely crushed in a battle.

The four people's divine power was almost completely exhausted, their meridians were empty, and their bodies were severely damaged. They couldn't even maintain a calm expression. Their limbs and bones were weak from exhaustion. Any external force would probably make them fall directly from mid-air.

The Asura God's pupils suddenly contracted, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Yang Jian and his four wounded subordinates behind him.

He was filled with both anger and fear, the two emotions intertwined and constantly churning within him.

What angered him was that he, the supreme god-king, had been forced into such a predicament by a mere human from the lower realm.

What's frightening is that Yang Jian's strength is too terrifying; there's a high probability that he'll really be defeated here today.

He gripped the hilt of the Asura Demon Sword tightly, the veins on his arm bulging slightly, clearly showing his extreme restraint at this moment.

He remained silent for several seconds, suppressing the surging emotions within him, before slowly speaking. After the intense battle, his voice had become exceptionally deep and heavy, with an undeniable hoarseness, completely lacking its usual authoritative and resonant quality.

"You're even stronger than last time."

He paused slowly, as if repeatedly confirming this fact that he simply could not accept.

He has lived for countless years, wielding the Asura Path and ruling over a region of the God Realm. No being from the lower realm has ever been able to continuously break through his limits and shatter his understanding time and time again.

After suppressing the shock surging in his heart, he calmed his voice and added another sentence.

"And it's much stronger than just a little bit."

Faced with the Asura God's heartfelt evaluation, Yang Jian did not respond at all, and his eyes did not even waver.

His grip on the knife remained unchanged from beginning to end; his arm was as steady as a mountain, and even the angle of his fingertips did not change.

His face remained expressionless, without the slightest fluctuation in emotion.

In his eyes, the Asura God King before him, who seemed to possess terrifying combat power and a formidable reputation, was not worth his time or effort.

Whether the other party was shocked, wary, or fearful, it did not affect him in the slightest. He remained steadfast and waited for his opponent's next move.

Seeing Yang Jian's nonchalant and dismissive attitude, the Asura God felt his pent-up resentment and anger explode and surge wildly.

He has held the position of God-King for countless years, wielding the power of killing and conquest, overlooking all the heavens and myriad realms. He has always been feared and subjugated by others, and has never been so despised before.

Throughout history, he has never been driven to the brink of despair or subjected to constant control by a human from a lower plane.

This sense of crisis from being completely crushed and suppressed ignited all the pent-up resentment in his heart, and the dark killing intent around him surged instantly.

His originally deep voice suddenly rose, as he forced out all the confidence and ferocity hidden deep within his body. His eyes were bloodshot, his gaze fierce and sharp, fixed on Yang Jian in front of him, and layers of dark red killing intent swept out from his body.

"Don't be so smug! This time, I, the God-King, am a hundred times better prepared than the last two times I descended to the mortal realm!"

Chapter 299 The Biggest Mistake of My Life

As soon as he finished speaking, the Asura God suddenly turned his head, no longer looking at Yang Jian, and shouted loudly at the four first-level gods behind him whose auras were completely exhausted and on the verge of collapse. His tone was filled with the irresistible majesty of a god-king.

"Quickly! Transfer all your remaining divine power to this God-King!"

Upon hearing the order, the four first-level gods, who were on the verge of collapse, immediately looked at each other. In the exchange of glances, they both understood the helplessness in each other's hearts.

The Spear God and the Scimitar God exchanged a quick glance, their eyes filled with bitterness, yet they dared not disobey the God King's orders in the slightest; the Hammer God and the Archer God also nodded slightly, their expressions solemn, already prepared for the worst.

They all knew in their hearts that there was absolutely no way out now.

Just now, the four of them joined forces and used all their strength to attack Yang Jian, but they were all easily crushed by him, ending up with serious injuries and exhausted divine power.

Now that the four have lost their ability to fight, Shura God alone has no chance of turning the tide.

The only way out, the only chance to turn things around, is to pour the last bit of divine power in my body into the Asura God, forcibly boosting his combat power and allowing him to break through his original limits.

As long as the Asura God can defeat Yang Jian, even if they lose all their divine power, their cultivation level plummets, and they become useless gods afterward, they can still save their lives.

But if anyone disobeys orders, everyone will perish here today, without exception.

After weighing the pros and cons, the four of them did not hesitate at all. Even though they were extremely unwilling, they could only grit their teeth and do as instructed.

The four remained silent throughout, yet their movements were perfectly synchronized, showcasing the tacit understanding forged over many years of following the Asura God and fighting side by side.

They simultaneously circulated all the remaining divine power in their bodies, enduring the excruciating pain of their meridians being forcibly drained, and forcefully extracted all the remaining divine power and blood from their bodies, meridians, and the very essence of their divine bodies.

Four dazzling streams of light, each a different color, burst forth from their bodies in an instant. The four beams were of uniform thickness, each carrying a rich and pure divine power fluctuation, with a heavy texture and abundant spiritual energy.

Four streams of light converged in the air and flew rapidly toward the direction of the Asura God.

In mid-air, four streams of light darted through the air without the slightest deviation, steadily merging into the body of the Asura God.

A steady stream of pure divine power gradually replenished the essence he had exhausted in the fierce battle, repairing his damaged divine body, and his depleted power was being rapidly replenished.

Yang Jian stood quietly in the distance, observing everything with indifference. He remained unmoved throughout, making no attempt to stop the transmission of divine power, nor did he take the opportunity to launch an attack.

With his current combat strength, interrupting this transmission of divine power would be an incredibly simple matter.

With just a light step forward, the blade of his three-pointed double-edged sword could instantly sever the four streams of divine power that were not yet fully fused and were still flowing, directly cutting off all of Asura God's hopes of turning the tide and turning him into a lamb to the slaughter.

But he didn't do that.

Yang Jian had his own clear considerations.

When they fought the God of Asura before, the other party deliberately held back each time, hiding his trump cards and not daring to go all out. Every battle was restrained, and he never fought with his full strength, which resulted in him not being able to fully understand the God of Asura's maximum combat power in both battles.

This time, the God of Asura spared no effort to drain all the divine power of the four first-level gods and forcibly amplify his own power, which will surely allow him to unleash a peak combat power far exceeding that of the past, and may even break through his original power constraints.

Yang Jian took this excellent opportunity to test his true strength, to find out the extent of the Asura God's power when he used all his strength, and to see how many of his hidden trump cards and ultimate power he could force out.

He stood quietly high in the sky, his posture peaceful, like a spectator patiently waiting for the match to begin, calmly waiting for his opponent to complete all the power amplification and calmly welcome this all-out, no-holds-barred ultimate showdown.

He doesn't mind giving his opponent a final breather and a chance to grow stronger. In a battle between strong opponents, the most boring thing is crushing a weakened opponent. Only by facing a peak-level enemy can one truly enjoy the thrill of the fight.

The four divine powers continued to flow for three or four breaths, and the light flowing in the air gradually thinned and faded until it finally dissipated completely into the air.

The four first-level gods poured all their divine power into the Asura God's body, completely filling the gaps in his combat power and achieving a comprehensive power boost.

The next second, the Asura God's body underwent a drastic change that was visible to the naked eye.

A dense, heavy, dark red divine light surged and exploded wildly from his body, layer upon layer of light enveloping his entire body like a tide, shrouding him in dark red divine light.

The air around him instantly became thick and viscous, and the originally light and flowing airflow was completely solidified and compressed. The entire space in the sky was slightly deformed under the pressure of the terrifying divine power.

The once spacious and open space suddenly became oppressive and stifling, making it hard to breathe.

The free energy in the surrounding air was completely drawn out and cleared away, and then completely filled by the domineering divine power of the Asura God.