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

The God of War stopped his attack, and Yang Jian also withdrew all his slightest movements, standing firmly on his feet.

He finally slowly turned around, his gaze falling on the God of War, who was clad in golden armor and whose aura was unstable, as he stood in mid-air.

His expression was calm, showing no fighting spirit or triumph after victory.

The next instant, Yang Jian raised his right hand, flicked his wrist slightly, and slapped it forward.

The movement was not large, and the speed of the strike was not fast.

When an ordinary person waves their hand to shoo away mosquitoes, the force and exaggeration are much greater than this.

It was completely unlike the offensive tactics one would expect from a battle between gods; it was extremely haphazard.

But within that seemingly effortless movement lies a terrifying power beyond imagination.

The God of War had no time to react, or even to mobilize his divine power to build up his defenses.

A powerful, domineering force, impossible to resist, slammed into us from the side.

The power was concentrated and heavy, slamming down hard on the body of the God of War.

The immense impact propelled the God of War, causing his body to tumble uncontrollably through the air more than a dozen times.

He crashed heavily into a thick, suspended stone pillar in the sea of ​​clouds.

Bang.

A dull, loud bang erupted, and the entire stone pillar trembled slightly.

The God of War's body finally stopped.

He struggled to his feet, his body aching and numb, leaning against a stone pillar.

The exquisitely crafted and sturdy golden divine armor was damaged.

A long indentation was pressed from the chest down to the side of the waist.

The surface of the armor was cracked, revealing a rough and clear metal fracture.

The once dazzling armor was now in a sorry state.

The God of War looked down at the damaged part of his armor and reached out to touch the rough, broken surface.

You can really feel the extent of the damage to the armor with your fingertips.

Disbelief filled his eyes, and he suddenly raised his head, staring intently at Yang Jian.

His lips moved incessantly, his throat bobbed back and forth, and he had a thousand questions he wanted to ask.

In the end, he managed to squeeze out a single sentence, a mixture of shock and anger.

"You dare to fight the God of War of the Divine Realm."

Yang Jian looked at him calmly, her tone of voice flat and unreadable, her words carrying an unyielding resolve.

"This is the first and last chance."

After a brief pause, his tone turned colder, and he bluntly issued a warning.

"Don't be a liar."

Chapter 309 This God-King Will Take Action Personally

A few simple words, without any overwhelming aura to suppress it.

The deterrent force weighed heavily on the God of War's heart.

The God of War's chest heaved violently, and his anger surged wildly within him.

Extreme fear suppressed his anger.

He lived through countless ages, presiding over the wars of the gods, and was invincible in the past.

I have never suffered such humiliation, nor have I ever encountered a stranger with such terrifying strength.

The God of War took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his churning emotions.

His body suddenly radiated golden divine light, with layers of golden light gushing out from the gaps in his damaged armor and spreading throughout his entire body.

His divine power surged and churned violently.

Amidst the surging divine light, a phantom of a chariot, entirely gilded in gold, slowly rose from beneath his feet.

The chariot wheels were layers of rotating light wheels, spinning rapidly, with flowing light flashing continuously.

The car body is made of solid, flowing metal, giving it a heavy feel and a majestic and imposing appearance.

Even without a divine beast pulling it, the chariot still exudes a powerful aura, quietly hovering in mid-air, accumulating power.

Like an ancient ferocious beast lying in wait, ready to unleash a devastating attack at any moment.

The God of War took a step forward and landed steadily on the chariot carriage.

He gripped the extra-long halberd that was placed horizontally in front of the vehicle with both arms.

His aura surged again, becoming several times stronger than before.

A sharp and chilling aura of killing intent spread in all directions.

The airflow in the entire space surrounding the stone platform was stirred up and surged wildly.

The next second, the God of War fully activated the gilded chariot.

The chariot shot forward instantly, transforming into a dazzling golden streak of light.

A deafening roar that tore through the air erupted along with the chariot, hurtling straight towards Yang Jian.

With its movement speed at its maximum, it left only a blurry golden afterimage in mid-air.

The airspace where the tanks passed left trails of golden light, like burning flames, that lingered for a long time.

An overwhelming killing intent and fierce aura swept towards Yang Jian.

Yang Jian's expression remained unchanged, his feet firmly planted on the ground, without dodging or giving way.

He slowly raised his right hand and threw a punch straight forward.

This punch was ordinary, without any extraordinary phenomena or dazzling light.

The movements are simple and unpretentious, yet the power is beyond imagination.

A concentrated and pure golden fist energy detached from the fist and soared through the air.

In an instant, it traversed the long distance between the two and struck precisely in the center of the speeding chariot's front.

The moment the two made contact, a terrifying power was unleashed.

The chariot's incredibly sturdy, gilded front shattered on the spot.

The damage spread rapidly, starting from the front of the car, extending across the entire body, and eventually reaching the rear.

No matter how robust the structure of a god-level war machine is, it cannot withstand this force.

The chariot crumbled layer by layer, breaking apart inch by inch.

The flowing metal components and the constantly rotating light wheel all disintegrated.

In a mere instant, the entire tank vanished into thin air, completely destroyed.

At the same moment the chariot shattered, the remaining power of the violent punch slammed head-on into the God of War.

His already damaged golden armor could no longer withstand the impact.

The dense cracks exploded instantly.

The cracks spread from the shoulder armor to the breastplate, and then down the breastplate to cover the entire leg armor.

In the blink of an eye, the majestic War God Armor completely shattered.

Pieces of armor detached from the body and scattered and fell in all directions.

The remaining force of the raging explosion slammed into the God of War's body, sending him flying.

The God of War flew backward high into the air, drawing an extremely long parabola above the sea of ​​clouds.

It crashed heavily into a thick, slowly moving cloud.

The clouds churned violently a few times before quickly returning to calm, completely obscuring the God of War.

He was never seen again; his fate remains unknown.

Yang Jian calmly withdrew his gaze, his face showing no emotional fluctuation.

To him, the fact that he had just crushed the God of War was like casually dismissing an insignificant passerby.

He resumed his steps and continued walking slowly forward along the wide stone platform.

I walked slowly for a distance.

After walking across the stone platform, he stepped onto the path of light formed by divine light.

The light path was crystal clear, solid and flat, suspended above the sea of ​​clouds, winding and twisting, extending towards the densely built core area of ​​the divine realm in the distance.

Following the path of light, Yang Jian moved slowly and steadily toward the direction with the most magnificent aura and the densest architectural outlines.

His posture was relaxed, and his gait was unhurried.

……

Inside the council hall at the heart of the divine realm, the atmosphere had become extremely heavy.

The four great god-kings sat in the middle of the hall, each occupying their own place, in charge of the operation of the entire divine realm.

The moment the aura of the God of War completely dissipated, the four God Kings sensed it almost simultaneously.

High-ranking deities are extremely sensitive to the aura of their own kind.

The aura of the God of War, a supreme god of considerable rank, suddenly vanished, causing a shift in the atmosphere within the council hall.

The God of Destruction had already stood up, his right hand resting on the hilt of his sword at his waist, his fingertips touching the cold blade, ready to rush over at any moment.

Sensing that the aura of the God of War had completely disappeared, the foot that was about to step forward suddenly stopped in mid-air.

His entire body froze in place, and the restless aura of destruction surrounding him subsided.

The benevolent god-king and the evil god-king were just talking in hushed tones about the daily affairs of the divine realm, their expressions relaxed.