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

I didn't even get the benefit?

They even lost ground?

Tang Hao stared at Yang Jian in disbelief, his mind a complete mess.

He could clearly feel that Yang Jian was stronger than him in that attack, and the weight of the three-pointed double-edged sword was far greater than that of the Haotian Hammer.

Although I'm very reluctant to admit it, the facts are right in front of me.

He was no match for the twelve-year-old boy.

His Clear Sky Hammer seems to be inferior to the opponent's martial soul.

"What kind of martial spirit do you have?"

Tang Hao's voice was somewhat hoarse, and his gaze as he stared at the three-pointed double-edged sword was filled with shock and apprehension.

Yang Jian remained silent.

His answer is on his spirit ring.

Four jet-black soul rings rose up beneath his feet.

Black, black, black, black.

Four ten-thousand-year soul rings.

Tang Hao's pupils suddenly contracted.

"First Soul Skill, Titan Transformation!"

"Second Soul Skill, Titan's Body!"

"Third Soul Skill, Titan's Power!"

"Fourth Soul Skill, Titan's Rampage!"

Four spirit rings lit up in succession, and Yang Jian's aura surged wildly at that moment.

His robes fluttered in the air currents.

The ground beneath their feet cracked inch by inch because it could not withstand the immense pressure.

The power surged.

Defense stocks surged.

Attacks surged.

With the four amplifications combined, Yang Jian's aura no longer resembled that of a level 50 Soul King.

With a thought, the length of the three-pointed double-edged sword suddenly increased dramatically.

Three meters, five meters, ten meters, fifteen meters.

Suddenly, a gigantic, fifteen-meter-long, three-pointed, double-edged sword stretched across the sky and earth.

Yang Jiandan gripped the end of the hilt, raised the giant blade high, and swung it down fiercely at Tang Hao.

Before the blade even arrived, the biting wind from it was already making it hard for Tang Hao to breathe.

Tang Hao sensed the presence of death.

"Fifth Soul Skill, Sky-Piercing Strike!"

Tang Hao gritted his teeth and hurriedly poured all the soul power in his body into the Clear Sky Hammer.

The patterns on the Haotian Hammer shone brightly, emitting a dazzling light.

He raised the Haotian Hammer.

They met the giant blade that fell from the sky.

"boom--!"

The earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking.

Rocks on the mountaintop were blown away by the blast wave, and dust filled the sky.

Tang Hao felt an overwhelming and unreasonable force pressing down on him. His arms were trembling, his knees were bending, and the ground beneath his feet was collapsing.

He couldn't hold on any longer.

"puff--"

Tang Hao spat out a mouthful of blood as he was smashed into the mud beneath his feet by the three-pointed double-edged sword.

A huge crater, several meters deep, was created in the ground.

Tang Hao lay at the bottom of the pit, coughing up mouthfuls of blood, his bones feeling like they were falling apart.

Chapter 41 Is this all the Haotian Douluo is capable of?

Yang Jian walked to the pit and stood there, looking down at Tang Hao, who was lying at the bottom of the pit looking very disheveled. A slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Oh, is this all the Haotian Douluo is capable of?" His voice carried a hint of mockery. "You're not much better either."

Tang Hao lay at the bottom of the pit, panting heavily, his bones screaming in pain.

He looked up at the boy by the pit, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

How could I have been beaten up like this?

This kid is only level 50, how is that possible?

Countless thoughts flashed through Tang Hao's mind.

Soon, an absurd idea began to take shape: this young man must have used some method to hide his true cultivation level, and his actual age was much older. He was just pretending to be a young man to make me careless.

Otherwise, it is impossible to explain.

"You old bastard!" Tang Hao climbed out of the pit, his soul power surging, shaking off the rubble and dust. He pointed at Yang Jian, his eyes bloodshot, his voice like thunder, "You deliberately acted like a child in front of me, making me careless!"

"Don't be arrogant, I haven't used my real skills yet!"

Before he finished speaking, Tang Hao's aura suddenly changed.

The patterns on the Haotian Hammer shone with a dazzling golden light, and the hammer vibrated with a buzzing sound, emanating a heart-palpitating sense of oppression.

Nine spirit rings lit up one after another beneath his feet: two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red. The intertwined light made his figure look like a war god.

"The Nine Absolute Techniques of Haotian, all nine aces unleashed!"

Nine hammer shadows flew out from his hands, each containing earth-shattering power.

The hammer shadows intertwined, overlapped, and merged in the air, eventually transforming into a gigantic phantom of the Haotian Hammer, which smashed towards Yang Jian.

Yang Jian's eyes sharpened, and he held his three-pointed, double-edged sword horizontally in front of him to meet the giant hammer.

"boom--!"

The deafening roar sent rocks flying from the mountaintop, and dust billowed into the sky.

Yang Jian was knocked back several steps, his hands going numb, but he quickly regained his balance. He twirled the three-pointed double-edged sword in his hand, dissipating the remaining force.

Tang Hao's attacks did not stop.

"Disorderly Cloak Hammer Technique!"

His body began to spin, and the Haotian Hammer drew arc after arc in the air, each strike faster and heavier than the last.

Layer upon layer of hammer shadows, like a raging storm, poured down upon Yang Jian.

Yang Jian wielded his three-pointed double-edged sword, clashing with the Haotian Hammer.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The sound of metal clashing against metal was as dense as rain, exploding on the mountaintop.

Each collision unleashed blinding sparks, and shockwaves spread in all directions, uprooting the surrounding bushes.

Tang Hao's Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique became faster and heavier with each strike.

The thirty-sixth blow.

The forty-eighth strike.

The sixty-fourth strike.

Every strike carries the domineering aura of the Haotian Hammer.

And Tang Hao's decades of accumulated combat experience.

The hammer shadows surged like a tide, wave after wave, pressing down on Yang Jian so hard he could barely breathe.

Yang Jian pushed the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts to its limit, and a faint golden glow appeared on the surface of his body.

However, the power of the Haotian Hammer was too domineering; every time it struck, it left a bruise on his body.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

But they did not choose to retreat.

The three-pointed double-edged sword flew through his hands, colliding with the Haotian Hammer time and time again.

Wherever the blade passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

The two fought from the mountaintop to the mountainside, and from the mountainside to the valley.

Wherever it passed, rocks were shattered into powder, and trees were snapped in half.

Tang Hao grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.

He had already used the Nine Absolute Techniques of Haotian and the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique, almost with all his might, but the boy was still able to stand in front of him and wield that strange weapon.

How can this be?

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and his attack became even more ferocious.

Eighty-first strike!

The final and strongest strike of the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique.

Tang Hao poured all his soul power into the Clear Sky Hammer, causing the patterns on the hammer to shine brightly and emit a dazzling light.

He spun around and soared into the sky, then fell like a meteor, the Haotian Hammer carrying earth-shattering power as it smashed towards Yang Jian.