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

They were standing on a solid path of light formed from divine light.

The light path is dazzlingly golden, solid and stable, and can reach every corner of the divine realm.

The God of War moved with incredible speed, his movements were frighteningly fast.

As its body swept across the path of light, a long, thin, and dazzling golden tail trailed behind it.

The once peaceful and tranquil sky of the divine realm was directly ripped apart by this tail of light.

In just a few breaths, he traversed an extremely long distance through the clouds.

They successfully arrived above the suspended stone platform where Yang Jian was.

His figure suddenly stopped in mid-air, his posture upright and sharp.

A suit of golden armor clung to his body, its lines sharp and angular.

The imposing aura emanating from the high-ranking deities of the divine realm enveloped the stone platform.

The God of War looked down from his high position at the figures standing on the edge of the stone platform.

Yang Jian had his back to him, his attention entirely focused on the distant sea of ​​clouds, his posture relaxed and showing no sign of wariness.

The God of War rested his right hand on the hilt of his halberd at his waist, his fingertips exerting a slight force.

His aura instantly pressed down heavily.

The God of War has a cold and hard personality and strictly adheres to the rules of the divine realm.

He always speaks in a top-down, commanding tone, leaving no room for compromise.

The clear, cold voice pierced the air, carrying an unyielding authority, and landed on the stone platform.

"Who goes there? State your name."

Upon hearing this voice, Yang Jian slowly turned his head to the side.

The gaze shifted from the vast sea of ​​clouds to the war god, clad in golden armor and exuding an imposing aura, suspended in mid-air.

His gaze lingered briefly before shifting back to the surging clouds in the distance.

Faced with the God of War's questioning and the overwhelming pressure, Yang Jian did not flinch or back down.

His tone of voice was flat and indifferent, revealing no emotion.

"who are you?"

Three simple words reached the God of War's ears.

The God of War in mid-air frowned deeply.

The God of War is in charge of all wars in the divine realm and holds an incomparably revered position.

Ordinary priests and people who came up from the lower realms all treated him with utmost respect and awe, daring not to be the slightest bit presumptuous.

No one ever dared to ask him a question in return.

The visitor before him was casual and neither humble nor arrogant, completely ignoring his imposing presence.

The God of War tightened his grip on the halberd with a sudden burst of force.

The metal grip, subjected to the sudden surge of force, emitted a subtle yet distinct friction sound that was particularly jarring.

His voice deepened, his authority rose again, and a sense of oppression filled the entire suspended stone platform.

"I will not ask about your origins. Once you step into the realm of the gods, you must abide by its rules. If you obediently follow me, I may spare your life. If you insist on not cooperating..."

Chapter 308 The Last Chance?

Before he could finish speaking, the God of War took a step forward.

Golden divine light suddenly burst forth from his body.

He drew the halberd from its sheath at his waist.

With a slight turn of his wrist, the heavy halberd traced a neat half-circle at his side.

The halberd tip pointed downwards, aimed at the stone platform, its sharp blade flashing with a cold light.

His eyes were sharp, fixed intently on Yang Jian.

His tone was full of confidence, carrying a naked sense of intimidation.

"I don't mind letting you witness firsthand the true power of the God of War."

The God of War issued a threat; his halberd was fully charged and ready to attack at any moment.

Yang Jian did not react at all throughout the entire process.

He did not reply, and maintained his standing posture.

He neither turned around to face the God of War, nor raised his hand to make a defensive gesture, nor did he dodge to the side.

Like a quiet, standing stone statue, its gaze remains fixed on the distant sea of ​​clouds.

The War God, with his entire air field activated, and the impending attack, seemed utterly insignificant to him.

The God of War hovered in mid-air, his power having been accumulating for a long time.

I was convinced that the other party would panic, beg for mercy, and submit.

Several breaths passed, but the other side did not give any response.

This disregard enraged the God of War even more than an open provocation.

His brows furrowed deeper and deeper, leaving a deep line between them.

His lips were pressed tightly together, forming a straight line.

The resentment and fighting spirit deep within him were completely ignited.

The halberd, which was originally pointing diagonally at the ground, slowly rose.

The sharp tip of the halberd was aimed directly at Yang Jian's back, and a faint killing intent emanated from it.

The God of War took another step, channeling all his divine power into the halberd in his hand.

Golden divine light enveloped the entire halberd, its radiance dazzling and captivating.

He swung the halberd with ease, and a sharp golden gust of wind tore through the air.

This strike used only 70% of its power, aiming to slash at Yang Jian's shoulder.

Seventy percent of his power is nothing more than a casual move for the God of War.

This power is enough to severely injure ordinary divine officials and subdue the vast majority of intruders from the lower realms.

The God of War was certain that this strike would force the opponent to submit.

What happened next was completely beyond the God of War's expectations.

Just as the halberd was about to touch his robe, Yang Jian subtly shifted his body to the side.

The deviation was so small that it was almost imperceptible to the naked eye, and it looked almost the same as standing still.

The sharp tip of the halberd grazed past the robe, with only half a finger's width between them, and the attack missed completely.

The God of War's pupils contracted slightly, a hint of surprise rising in his heart.

His hands didn't stop moving; his wrists flipped rapidly, and the halberd swept horizontally out.

The fierce halberd wind blocked all directions from which Yang Jian could have dodged.

Yang Jian slightly shifted his body along the trajectory of the attack, easily dodging the attack once again.

A single slash missed its mark, and a sweeping motion also missed.

The God of War's offensive did not stop; he raised his hand and delivered another heavy downward slash.

This strike was more powerful and faster.

Yang Jian remained calm, and the moment the halberd tip fell, he gently took a small step to the right with his right foot.

He dodged the powerful strike precisely.

In a short period of time, the God of War unleashed more than a dozen rounds of intense attacks.

The moves changed constantly, with slashes, sweeps, thrusts, and flicks being used in turn. Each move was sharp and decisive, without any unnecessary delays.

The golden halberd danced rapidly in mid-air, leaving behind a dense, crisscrossing trail of golden trajectories.

The trajectories intertwine and converge, weaving a dense, impenetrable golden, crisscrossing net.

The entire space around Yang Jian was completely sealed off by this large net, with no gaps to be found.

If anyone else were trapped in this deadly net of halberds, they would have nowhere to escape and would be severely injured by the sharp blades in an instant.

Yang Jian was at the center of the killing net, his body shifting slightly, his steps light.

Each movement was executed with perfect precision, not an inch more, not a fraction less.

Every sharp halberd blade that slashed past just barely grazed his body.

He stood casually, his expression relaxed, showing no sign of being flustered or trying to dodge.

Occasionally, a violent gust of wind would sweep by, at most lifting the hem of his robes and causing the corners of his garments to flutter a few times.

It can't even touch a sliver of skin, let alone cause any harm.

The more the God of War fought, the more terrified he became, and the tightness in his chest became unbearable.

He went all out, his moves were swift and dense, but in the end he couldn't even touch the hem of his opponent's clothes.

After all seventeen rounds of attacks missed, the God of War forcibly stopped his moves and halted all his attacks.

What appeared to be a brief but fierce attack actually caused the God of War's mind to tremble violently, and his aura to become disordered.

His breathing was much heavier than before the battle, and his chest rose and fell slightly.

His knuckles, gripping the halberd so tightly they turned bluish-white from excessive force.

The confident, self-assured look in her eyes that she once had in control of everything slowly faded away.

A profound sense of shock and solemnity replaced my composure, and the confidence I once had gradually dissipated.

He stared intently at the seemingly ordinary outsider before him, completely unable to fathom the depth of the other's true strength.