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

The oppressive force of the entire high-altitude battlefield increased several levels in a short instant, and the terrifying sense of oppression spread in all directions. Even the surging sea below was shaken by the divine power in the sky, causing even larger waves to rise.

The Asura God slowly opened his arms, fully immersing himself in the terrifying power rapidly rising within his body.

The depleted and weakened divine power was instantly replenished, the damaged divine body received the ultimate nourishment and repair, the meridians throughout the body were unobstructed, and the limbs and bones were filled with a surging, domineering, and unstoppable sense of power.

He could clearly sense that his combat power was skyrocketing at an alarming rate. His current state and combat power far surpassed any of his previous peak moments, making him the strongest he had ever been in his countless years in the profession.

The divine power within his body surged and gushed forth endlessly, seemingly never to run dry, with every inch of his divine body bursting forth with ultimate power.

After fully adapting to the surge in power, he slowly lowered his head, his gaze once again firmly fixed on Yang Jian. A wildly arrogant and confident smile appeared on his lips, all the fear and apprehension in his eyes vanished, leaving only an unwavering certainty of victory.

"Yang Jian, letting them transfer their power to me just now was the biggest mistake of your life. Do you really think you can beat me with your skills?"

He straightened his chest and raised his head, the dark red divine light around him became even more intense and dazzling, his domineering pressure spread wildly, and his tone was extremely arrogant, completely unlike his previous defeat.

"Now, my power has broken through all limitations. Even in the entire God Realm, there is no opponent who can rival me! Today, I will personally slay you and wash away the shame of my repeated defeats!"

Chapter 300 Don't Go

Just as the Asura God completed his divine power amplification and his combat strength surged, the four first-level gods who were completing the divine power transfer on the side plummeted to their lowest point and could no longer hold on.

Their divine power was completely depleted, their divine bodies were severely damaged, their foundations were weakened, and their cultivation levels plummeted.

The four men's faces were deathly pale, devoid of any color. Their breathing became rapid and shallow, their chests rose and fell weakly, and they were completely exhausted.

The body that was once able to float steadily in the air is now almost exhausted, even the strength to stand in mid-air is almost gone.

The four of them could only barely maintain their balance by supporting each other, their bodies swaying slightly and their steps unsteady and weak.

They dared not linger on this dangerous battlefield and could only slowly move towards its edge, their only thought being to get away from the center of the duel between the two powerful figures as soon as possible, find a safe place to recuperate, and save their remaining lives.

Yang Jian's gaze swept lightly over the four figures who were fleeing in a disheveled and panicked manner. His calm voice slowly rang out, the volume neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for the four first-level gods to hear clearly. His tone was calm, yet it carried an undeniable determination.

"Don't go."

The moment those three words were uttered, Yang Jian vanished from his spot. His speed was so fast that it exceeded the spatial limits of this plane; the naked eye could not detect any movement trajectory, not even leaving a trace.

In the blink of an eye, he traversed a distance of tens of feet in the void and appeared directly in front of the four still weak and defenseless first-level gods, cutting off all their escape routes.

With a light, effortless swing of his three-pointed, double-edged sword, a smooth, clean silver arc slashed through the air. A bright flash of light appeared on the blade's surface, then vanished just as quickly. The entire sequence of movements—the strike, the slash, and the sheathing of the sword—was executed in a single, fluid motion, completed in the blink of an eye, so fast that no one could react.

This sharp and domineering silver arc of blade, carrying unparalleled penetrating power, pierced through the waist of the Scimitar God without the slightest pause, directly penetrating his entire body, and bursting out from the other side.

The momentum of the slash did not diminish at all; the silver arc of the blade continued to thrust forward, piercing straight into the chest of the giant hammer god, penetrating his entire torso, and severely damaging the essence of his divine body.

Immediately afterwards, the blade flashed across the spear god's shoulder, forcefully tearing through the flesh and bone, leaving a deep, gruesome wound that revealed the bone.

With a single strike, he severely injured three powerful first-level gods simultaneously, demonstrating terrifying killing power.

The entire attack was fluid, clean, and efficient, without any unnecessary movements or dragging. Every inch of power was used perfectly, making it precise and deadly.

Once the silver blade light had completely dissipated into the air, Yang Jian had steadily returned the three-pointed double-edged sword to his side, maintaining the same calm and composed grip as before, remaining motionless.

It was as if that instantaneous, devastating attack that had severely injured three first-level gods had never happened.

The four first-level gods maintained their posture of supporting each other and slowly retreating, their bodies instantly freezing in mid-air, motionless.

Their expressions were still lingering on the relief of escaping the perilous battlefield and surviving, with a hint of relaxation in their eyes. They were completely unaware that they had already suffered fatal injuries and that their lives were coming to an end.

In just a moment, the four figures frozen in mid-air began to tilt uncontrollably. The first to give way was the Curved Blade God, whose body went limp, all his strength drained away, and he plummeted straight down into the turbulent sea below.

Immediately afterwards, the spear god and the archer god simultaneously lost all their strength, their bodies sank, and they both fell towards the sea.

Finally, even the most physically powerful and resilient Hammer God could not withstand the fatal injury, and his massive body crashed to the ground.

Four figures, once revered and powerful in the divine realm, fell one after another into the turbulent sea below.

Four loud splashes of water rang out in succession, and four white waves of different sizes exploded on the sea surface. The splashing water droplets were blown away by the sea breeze and disappeared instantly.

A few moments later, the surging seawater quickly closed in, completely covering the traces of the four people's fall and swallowing the four fallen divine bodies whole.

The sea quickly returned to its original turbulent state, the wind still blew, and the waves still surged, as if the scene of the four high-ranking divine beings falling had never happened.

The Asura God, who had just completed his power boost and was filled with arrogance and confidence, witnessed the whole thing from a distance. He froze in mid-air, and the divine power that had surged through his body subconsciously stopped circulating.

All his arrogance and unwavering confidence vanished in an instant.

His gaze was fixed on the calm sea below, his pupils contracted sharply, and he watched as his four loyal followers, who had followed him for countless years, fell before his eyes, leaving no trace of their bodies. His mind was shaken more violently than ever before.

His expression shifted rapidly in a few breaths, from extreme confidence and arrogance to complete blankness, his mind buzzing, utterly unable to believe what he was seeing. A moment later, the blankness vanished, replaced by overwhelming rage, extreme hatred and killing intent completely engulfing his mind.

Endless rage spread wildly through his limbs and bones, filling his entire divine body. Every inch of flesh and every strand of divine power was raging wildly in extreme anger.

He gripped the hilt of the Asura Demon Sword tightly, exerting so much force that his arm trembled, the force almost crushing the sword in his hand.

The already dark and black Asura Demon Sword now bursts out with a dark red light several times more intense than before. The demonic energy inside the sword is completely ignited, and the surging and violent demonic energy is wildly churning and churning inside the sword.

Dark red flames danced along the edge of the sword, and a sharp, chilling aura of killing intent swept across the entire sky, instantly lowering the air pressure to its lowest point.

"How dare you..."

The Asura God's voice was low and hoarse, suppressing the extreme rage in his chest. His emotions were so intense that he could only say half of what he wanted to say before he could no longer suppress the killing intent in his heart.

His pent-up anger, like a flood that had been blocked, finally broke free of its restraints and urgently needed to be released.

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his arm and swung his sword, using all the power that had surged through his body to unleash his ultimate killing move, without holding back at all, each strike potentially fatal.

"Asura Slash!"

A deafening roar suddenly rang out, and a massive, dark red sword beam, covering an extremely wide area, erupted from the blade of the demonic sword.

The moment the sword blade swiftly sliced ​​through the air, it produced a piercing sound of space tearing apart, instantly shattering and flattening the surrounding air currents and clouds.

Chapter 301 Limitless Demon Slash

This enormous sword beam, carrying terrifying power capable of destroying the heavens and the earth, and with an unstoppable and relentless killing intent, tore through the sky and hurtled straight toward Yang Jian, determined to kill the person before it completely.

Faced with this deadly attack that was enough to severely injure a god-king and destroy mountains and rivers, Yang Jian's expression remained unchanged, his eyes were still calm and undisturbed, showing no fear or solemnity.

He remained calm and slowly raised his three-pointed double-edged sword, the blade facing the incoming dark red sword light head-on, taking the blow head-on in the most direct and domineering manner.

Two terrifying powers belonging to the ultimate experts collided violently. In an instant, a deep and heavy boom exploded in mid-air, causing the surrounding clouds to churn and scatter violently.

The domineering and sharp dark red sword light crashed fiercely into the silver-white blade. Without even a moment's hesitation, it shattered and exploded instantly.

The shattered sword light transformed into countless tiny dark specks of light, scattering and falling in all directions. Before it even hit the sea, it completely dissipated into the air, leaving not even a ripple or a ripple behind.

The Asura God's all-out killing blow was easily neutralized by Yang Jian.

Despite being defeated in one move, the Asura God did not hesitate or retreat in the slightest.

Using the smoke and airflow generated by the explosion of the sword light as cover, he quickly pressed forward, instantly closing the distance with Yang Jian and launching a fierce attack at close range.

The Asura Demon Sword in his hand unleashed a barrage of rapid, relentless slashes, each strike faster than the last, reaching extreme speed, each move ruthless and deadly, every strike carrying the domineering divine might of the Asura God King.

Layer upon layer of dark red sword shadows densely enveloped all the space around Yang Jian, sealing off all room for dodging, retreating, and blocking, leaving no opening for his opponent.

Any top expert in the God Realm would have been forced into a desperate retreat and utter defeat, or even be instantly mortally injured, by such a dense, fierce, and relentless attack.

Yang Jian responded with utmost composure and ease, his every move exuding effortlessness, showing no sign of pressure whatsoever.

He wielded a three-pointed double-edged sword, parrying every strike with unparalleled precision. His body moved to the side, back, forward, and flip at opportune moments, each movement executed with extreme precision, without a single superfluous action or the slightest defensive lapse.

The entire set of body movements and sword techniques were seamlessly integrated, flowing smoothly and naturally, with the rhythm of offense and defense perfectly controlled.

The Asura God's incredibly fierce attacks, powerful enough to shatter divine mountains and sever galaxies, failed to cause any effective damage to Yang Jian.

All attacks were either firmly blocked or precisely dodged by Yang Jian's sidestep. Those ruthless moves, enough to severely injure a God-King, couldn't even touch the hem of Yang Jian's robes.

Countless dark red sword shadows swept past him, like ordinary rain falling on a hard, thick stone slab, sliding down and flowing away without leaving even a faint white mark or a trace.

The Asura God grew increasingly alarmed and frustrated as the fight progressed, his shock and resentment growing wildly within him. He had pushed his slashing speed to its limit, his arms swinging at breakneck speed, the movements so fast they almost created overlapping afterimages, and his divine power was being unleashed with unrestrained abandon.

In order to break the deadlock and severely injure Yang Jian, he even went so far as to draw upon his most precious divine king source power, pouring it all into his arm and the Asura Demon Sword, causing his combat power to surge again in a short period of time, and doing everything he could to break through Yang Jian's defense.

Even after going to such lengths and giving it his all, Yang Jian still managed to easily deflect and calmly handle all of his ferocious attacks.

The opponent remained calm and composed throughout, showing no signs of pressure whatsoever, as if all of his relentless attacks were nothing more than childish tantrums in the opponent's eyes.

Extreme resentment filled the mind of the Asura God. He refused to accept this outcome and unleashed his ultimate killing moves one after another, each more ferocious and domineering than the last, desperately trying to break the stalemate, shatter Yang Jian's defenses, and severely injure or kill him.

In the void, dense dark red divine power frantically gathered and condensed, instantly transforming into a gigantic Asura claw. The claw was ferocious and sharp, carrying terrifying power capable of tearing through space, and went straight for Yang Jian's head, a sure-kill strike aimed at a vital point.

Faced with this terrifying killing move, Yang Jian simply took a step to the side and easily dodged the fatal blow. The enormous Asura Demon Claw slammed into nothingness, crashing heavily into the void. The entire space trembled slightly, rippling outwards, but it couldn't even touch a single hair on Yang Jian's head.

Immediately afterwards, the Asura God exerted his power again, and the Asura Blazing Light Strike suddenly erupted.

An extremely dense dark red light exploded in front of Yang Jian, and the domineering destructive power spread wildly in all directions, trying to force Yang Jian to be injured and retreat by bursting damage over a large area.

Yang Jian neither dodged nor evaded, but raised his hand and held up the blade, steadily blocking all the burst of power.

After the blinding red light completely dissipated, he remained standing firmly in place, his clothes neat and his breathing steady, without the slightest injury or even the slightest shock.

The Asura God-Slaying Explosion followed immediately, unleashing a violent shockwave of divine power that instantly spread out from the Asura God, covering the entire high-altitude battlefield and indiscriminately attacking everything within its range, attempting to force Yang Jian to reveal a weakness through a large-scale shockwave attack.

Yang Jian's feet were firmly planted in mid-air, his body motionless. A faint barrier of sword light condensed around him. The barrier was tough and heavy, and it withstood all the impacts, isolating all the violent shock waves and preventing any force from getting close to him.

After several attacks missed their mark, the Asura God became extremely anxious and no longer held back, unleashing his strongest move at that moment—the Limitless Demon Slash.

The power of this strike far surpassed all his previous moves; it was a peak attack unleashed by pouring out his primordial divine power and burning a portion of his divine body's strength. The enormous dark red blade aura crushed the void, carrying terrifying pressure, and pressed down on Yang Jian like a dark cloud covering the sky, its aura terrifying and shaking heaven and earth.

Yang Jian remained calm, unhurriedly raising his three-pointed double-edged sword to steadily block the ultimate killing move. At the moment the two extreme forces collided, the intense impact traveled along the blade to his arm, but his arm only experienced a slight tremor—nothing more.

There was no numbness, no pain, no injury, and his body didn't even sway in the slightest. This ultimate attack, which exhausted all the power of the Asura God and was hailed as invincible, still failed to pose the slightest threat to Yang Jian and was easily met head-on.

After several rounds of frenzied attacks all failed, all his trump cards were easily neutralized, and he couldn't even break through the opponent's defense. Finally, the Asura God stopped his attack, unable to continue.

Chapter 302 To Cut the Weeds, You Must Eliminate the Roots

He stood in mid-air, holding the Asura Demon Sword, his chest heaving violently, his breathing becoming extremely heavy and rapid, his divine power being greatly depleted.

The intense burst of attack just now almost depleted his divine power reserves, which he had just replenished by absorbing the power of four first-level gods.

His once full and robust divine body instantly became empty and weak. The excessive release of moves greatly increased the burden on his divine body. Extreme fatigue swept over his entire body. His limbs were sore and his meridians were tingling. He was even about to exhaust the strength to hold his sword steadily.

He stared intently at Yang Jian's calm and composed face, his lips trembling slightly. Countless questions and resentments welled up in his heart, and he was filled with disbelief, but because of his disordered breathing and mental turmoil, he couldn't utter a single word.

His gaze darted back and forth between Yang Jian's face and the hands gripping the knife, his eyes filled with disbelief, shock, and a deep-seated fear.

He simply couldn't understand how a human from the lower realm could possess such terrifying strength that he could overwhelm even the supreme god-king, and why he couldn't harm the other party even when he gave it his all.

Yang Jian looked at him quietly, seeing his exhausted, powerless, and mentally drained state, and knew in her heart that there was no need to continue this long battle.