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

The opponent has already used all their trump cards, all their moves, and all their killer moves. Their maximum fighting power, achieved through sheer exhaustion, is nothing more than this. They have completely run out of options; continuing the fight would simply be a waste of time and utterly pointless.

The time to win has been fully ripe.

Yang Jian slowly raised the three-pointed double-edged sword in his hand. The originally restrained and dim silver-white sword light suddenly burst out, and the extremely condensed, pure and domineering light was tightly gathered on the blade without leaking out at all.

The entire divine weapon embodies all of his combat power and strength, ready to be unleashed.

With a slight exertion of his arm, the blade, carrying the overwhelming force of thunder and crushing everything, slashed straight down towards the head of the Asura God. This strike was the ultimate blow that would determine victory or defeat, life or death.

Feeling the terrifying pressure and deadly killing intent crushing down on him from above, the Asura God's face turned deathly pale. An unprecedented sense of crisis rose in his heart, and the hair on his body stood on end.

Without a second thought, he mustered all the remaining divine power in his body and immediately raised the Asura Demon Sword in his hand to block the fatal blow with all his might.

The divine weapon, representing the ultimate combat power of humankind, and the demonic sword, representing the supreme authority of the divine realm, collided with each other with tremendous force. The ear-piercing, sharp metallic clang resounded through the heavens and earth, causing giant waves to surge and clouds to shatter within a hundred miles of the sea.

The next second, countless fine cracks instantly appeared on the blade of the Asura Demon Sword.

The crack spread rapidly from the point where the swords made contact, reaching the top of the spine and running down the entire length of the blade, eventually approaching the hilt.

The numerous cracks continued to increase and become denser, and in an instant, a tattered spiderweb spread across the entire demonic sword.

In the blink of an eye, this natal divine weapon, which had accompanied the Asura God for countless years, fought alongside him in his conquests of the heavens, and slain countless powerful enemies, could no longer withstand this terrifying crushing force.

With a crisp cracking sound, the Asura Demon Sword shattered! Countless dark red fragments of the sword flew and scattered to both sides, streaking through the void and falling into the sea. The divine weapon of the God-King, which had been passed down for countless years, was completely destroyed and could never be restored.

The moment his natal divine weapon shattered, the Asura God suffered a severe mental injury, his face turned deathly pale, and his eyes were instantly filled with utter despair.

The divine weapon was connected to his mind and body. When the divine weapon shattered, his divine body's essence was also severely damaged, and his combat power plummeted once again.

But Yang Jian's offensive did not stop at all. The remaining force of the three-pointed double-edged sword was still extremely fierce. The domineering power landed steadily, directly tearing through the tattered dark red robe on the Asura God's body and deeply cutting into his divine flesh.

The cut was swift and clean, without any hesitation or slack.

The Asura God's entire left arm was severed at the shoulder, completely detached from his body. The severed arm fell into the sea below, tracing a dark red arc in the air before finally plunging into the water, splashing up a tiny droplet of water, and was instantly swallowed up by the surging waves, disappearing without a trace.

An excruciating pain instantly swept over the Asura God's entire body, and thick, dark red divine blood gushed out wildly from the wound on his severed arm, staining the void around him crimson.

He immediately pressed his right hand firmly against the bleeding wound, desperately suppressing the trend of divine power leaking out and his divine body collapsing. His body couldn't help but stagger backward several feet.

His breathing became completely disordered and collapsed, his chest heaved violently, and every breath aggravated the excruciating pain of his wounds. His divine power dissipated significantly, and his originally stable and condensed divine body began to collapse and shatter continuously.

He stared intently at Yang Jian, who was approaching him step by step. His pupils contracted violently, and all the confidence, arrogance, and pride that had been in his eyes vanished completely, leaving only endless fear and despair that penetrated to the bone.

He watched as Yang Jian walked steadily towards him, each step carrying a heavy sense of oppression. The layers of pressure completely enveloped him, gradually crushing his last psychological defenses.

At this critical moment of life and death, the Asura God panicked completely, losing all his dignity and backbone as a god-king, with only the thought of survival remaining in his mind.

He turned around abruptly, desperately mobilizing all the remaining divine power within him, and fled towards the distant void with all his might, hoping only to save his remaining life.

But his speed was nothing compared to Yang Jian's.

Just as the Asura God turned around and took a step, before he could even accelerate his escape, Yang Jian's figure instantly teleported in front of him, raised his hand precisely, and with his five fingers closed, cleanly and decisively grabbed the Asura God's neck.

The cold, hard force locked onto his neck, instantly cutting off all his breathing and completely sealing off all the remaining divine power within him, leaving him unable to mobilize even a trace of strength.

The Asura God's legs were powerless to kick in mid-air, and his hands flailed wildly in struggle, but he couldn't touch Yang Jian at all. All his resistance was in vain, and he could only passively endure the confinement.

Overwhelmed by extreme fear, he finally experienced utter powerlessness.

A crisp sound of bones breaking suddenly rang out.

The Asura God's body instantly stiffened, all struggles ceased, his head tilted at an unnatural angle against his neck, his eyes wide open, utterly devoid of life. The Asura God-King, who had traversed the divine realm for countless years, had his physical body completely perished.

Just as his physical body perished, a highly condensed dark red ball of light broke free from his falling, broken body.

This is the original spirit that the Asura God has nurtured and preserved over countless years, and it is also his final foundation of divine soul.

He abandoned his broken physical body, hoping to use the lightness of his primordial spirit to break free from the confinement, escape this place, and return to the divine realm to recuperate, preserve his original divine soul, and have the opportunity to rebuild his physical body and return to his peak in the future.

But Yang Jian knew in his heart that he had to eliminate the root of the problem and would never give him any chance to turn the tables or take revenge.

He freed his left hand, his five fingers suddenly spread open, and a rich and pure soul power surged from his palm, instantly condensing into a solid and transparent soul power barrier in front of him, steadily enveloping the Asura primordial spirit that wanted to escape, completely imprisoning it in a small space.

The dark red primordial spirit was firmly trapped within the barrier, and no matter how hard it tried to break through, it could not break through the barrier even slightly.

Chapter 303 God Shura, die!

The panicked primordial spirit frantically rammed into the barrier, crashing against the tough barrier wall time and time again. Each impact sent out tiny specks of divine soul light, which drifted around inside the barrier but could never break through this thin layer of confinement.

After dozens of frantic collisions, the power of his primordial spirit was increasingly depleted, and his restless movements gradually slowed down.

The originally raging and turbulent dark red primordial spirit gradually became weak and listless, its light dimmed considerably, and it no longer possessed any of its previous fierce aura.

After fully recognizing the inescapable reality, a blurry and distorted human face slowly emerged on the surface of the primordial spirit.

This face had shed all of Asura God's former domineering, fierce, and arrogant demeanor, leaving only extreme fear and humility.

It stopped its reckless rampage and obediently hovered in the middle of the barrier, repeatedly making begging and kneeling gestures towards Yang Jian. Faint and fragmented divine voices came out of the barrier intermittently, carrying a strong tremor and pleading.

"No... kill me... spare me... I'm willing to submit... I'm willing to be your servant..."

Yang Jian remained expressionless, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever, and he harbored no thought of softening his heart.

He knew all too well the nature of such a high and mighty god-king: when he was in power, he was arrogant and domineering, wantonly descending to the mortal realm to cause chaos and harm living beings; when he was in trouble, he would kneel down and beg for mercy, bowing his head and submitting to the emperor.

Such a person's pleas for mercy are not credible at all. If we let him go today, he will surely come back and seek revenge once he has the chance to regain his strength, leaving behind endless troubles.

Yang Jian looked at the dark red primordial spirit pleading in front of his palm, and slowly closed his five fingers inward.

As the fingertips tightened, the transparent soul power barrier continued to compress and shrink, trapping the Asura primordial spirit in the center and giving it no room to struggle.

The primordial spirit trapped within the barrier instantly felt a destructive squeezing force. Extreme pain swept over its soul, and it let out a series of faint, shrill screams, desperately twisting and thrashing, but could only watch helplessly as it was continuously crushed.

In the blink of an eye, the originally condensed and complete Asura primordial spirit exploded, turning into countless tiny and fragmented dark red light spots.

These remaining fragments of the soul had no time to dissipate before they were completely crushed by the soul power and dissolved little by little in the salty sea breeze.

The supreme god-king, who had traversed the divine realm for countless years and wielded the great path of Asura slaughter, perished completely, his soul and spirit annihilated without leaving a trace, utterly severing all possibilities of reincarnation, cultivation, and a comeback.

After eliminating the last remaining threat, Yang Jian slowly withdrew his hands and stood quietly on the high-altitude battlefield.

The fierce and murderous aura that had erupted throughout the battle was visibly receding and dissipating, gradually shrinking back into his body. In a short while, he returned to his usual calm and composed demeanor, showing no trace of having just experienced a world-destroying battle.

He gently adjusted his breathing a few times, calming the slightly agitated soul power within his body. His aura became steady and restrained, just as composed and calm as before the battle.

The battle in the skies above this sea area came to a complete end. The dark red killing intent and violent divine power that filled the sky dissipated completely. The sea breeze became gentle again, and the surging waves on the sea gradually calmed down. Peace was restored to the world.

Yang Jian did not linger in the high sky. He slightly raised his eyes, glanced at the boundless sea below, then turned around and steadily flew towards the Spirit Hall.

His speed was neither fast nor slow, his figure moved steadily through the clouds, his robes fluttered in the wind, and his demeanor was indifferent. He showed no signs of being the terrifying powerhouse who had just personally killed a Supreme God-King and destroyed four First-Level Gods.

Not long after, Yang Jian's figure appeared in the sky above the Spirit Hall.

The moment all the disciples, elders, and high-ranking members of the Spirit Hall who had stopped and looked up saw that familiar and tall figure, the entire Spirit Hall erupted in excitement.

Countless gazes were fixed on the figure in mid-air, and everyone's emotions erupted instantly. Cheers and discussions rose and fell like waves, continuous and resounding throughout the entire Spirit Hall.

Many of the young disciples were so excited that their faces turned red, and they clenched their fists and shouted loudly, their voices full of admiration and ecstasy.

Many elders stood there dumbfounded, gazing up at the figure in mid-air, their mouths slightly agape, unable to utter a word for a long time, their eyes filled with extreme shock and awe.

Many more people clung tightly to the arms of their companions, repeatedly reiterating the outcome they had long been certain of, their voices filled with confidence and joy.

From the initial anxiety and fear that filled everyone at the start of the war, to the present day when the dust has settled and the victors have returned in triumph, the huge weight that had been hanging over everyone's hearts has finally been lifted.

The clamor of the entire Spirit Hall resounded throughout the heavens and earth, with layers upon layers of sound spreading continuously up the sky and filling the entire sky.

Facing the cheers and admiration of tens of thousands of disciples and elders below, Yang Jian did not look down once from beginning to end, and his expression did not change in the slightest.

He did not slow down his flight speed, but flew straight through the crowd, past layers of palaces and pavilions, and headed towards the exclusive training room in the deepest part of the Spirit Hall.

The cheers and clamor of the outside world, the fame and admiration, never affected his state of mind.

For him, this battle was just a training exercise, a duel to hone his skills. Winning meant the end; there was no need for excessive boasting or the adulation of the crowd.

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Meanwhile, in the distant and vast realm of gods, on a high platform amidst a sea of ​​clouds suspended in the boundless void, the atmosphere was extremely oppressive and solemn.

This stone platform stands alone amidst the void and sea of ​​clouds. On the four sides of the platform stand four supreme god-kings of noble status who wield the power of the divine realm. Each of them is a top-level powerhouse who reigns over a region of the divine realm and whose might overwhelms all the heavens.

Standing on the east side is the Kind God-King, whose elegant white dress accentuates her gentle and refined temperament. Her face is peaceful and clear, and her light golden hair falls casually over her shoulders, making her look exceptionally gentle and holy.

In her hand she held a pure white staff, with a round, full white divine stone inlaid at the top, constantly radiating a warm and pure spiritual light.

Standing on the west side is the Evil God King, dressed in a pure black robe that clings to his body, exuding a cold and sharp aura, with no warmth emanating from him.

His face bore a resemblance to the benevolent god-king, but their temperaments were completely opposite; his eyes and brows were filled with only cold indifference, devoid of any warmth.

Her long, jet-black hair fell to her shoulders, with the ends slightly curled. The staff in her hand was the same style as that of the Kind God King, but it was entirely black, exuding a dark and profound pressure, with a completely opposite aura.

To the north stands the God of Destruction, clad in a thick, exquisite dark red divine armor. The armor is polished to an unparalleled shine, gleaming with a calm and heavy metallic luster. The shoulder armor is engraved with intricate and ancient divine patterns, exuding a powerful and domineering aura of destruction.

He had short, slightly curly, deep red hair, a fierce and sharp demeanor, and held a long, sharp natal weapon tightly in his hand. His aura was domineering and powerful, making people afraid to approach him.

On the south side stands the Goddess of Life, dressed in an elegant and refined light green robe covered with delicate golden vine patterns, both graceful and gentle.

Her face was gentle and serene, her temperament gentle and pure. Her light green hair was tied back with a simple wooden hairpin, neat and tidy.

She held no weapon in her hands, her hands gently folded in front of her, standing quietly and silently gazing at the water mirror in the center of the stone platform.

Chapter 304 The Meeting of the God Kings

All four are among the most powerful beings in the God Realm. They usually each guard their own territory and rarely gather here together, let alone show such solemn and serious expressions.

At that moment, they all realized the fall of the Asura God.

A deathly silence enveloped the entire cloud-covered platform. The silence lasted for a long time before the Kind God King broke it first, his gentle voice carrying an undisguised caution and solemnity.

"The Asura God has fallen."

These five simple words carried a weighty weight that shook the entire divine realm, causing the hearts of every god-king present to tremble.

The God of Destruction's gaze was fixed on the completely dimmed water mirror, his chin slightly clenched, his expression cold and solemn.

He unconsciously rubbed the hilt of the longsword in his hand with his thumb; the subtle movement was enough to show the extreme turmoil in his heart.

"What exactly happened?"

The evil god-king remained silent throughout, his face devoid of any superfluous expression, his cold eyes showing no fluctuation.

Only his fingertips paused slightly at the edge of the water mirror, a subtle movement that betrayed the turmoil in his heart. He was quickly processing this incredible piece of news and sorting out the pros and cons.

The Goddess of Life gently turned her head, her gaze passing over the dim water mirror to look at the endless, layered sea of ​​clouds in the distance, her tone gentle yet full of doubt and shock.