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

Yang Jian raised his head and looked at the giant hammer that was falling from the sky, a trace of solemnity flashing in his eyes.

He gripped the three-pointed double-edged sword tightly with both hands, mobilizing all the remaining strength in his body to meet the hammer blow.

"boom--!"

A blinding light erupted from the valley, and the shockwave spread in all directions, leveling everything within a radius of several hundred meters.

Yang Jian was smashed into the ground by the hammer.

He lay in the deep pit, his bones feeling like they were all broken.

His skin was torn open, blood was dripping, and several places were dented from being smashed by the Haotian Hammer, making it a shocking sight.

Several of the meridians were severed.

Blood and qi surged, and the internal organs screamed in pain.

If it weren't for cultivating the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, which gave him a physical strength far exceeding that of ordinary people, these injuries would have been fatal.

If it were someone else, they probably wouldn't even be able to get up.

"cough……"

Yang Jian coughed up a mouthful of blood and forced himself to stand up from the bottom of the pit.

His body was trembling, and his legs felt as heavy as lead, but he still managed to stand up.

The three-pointed, double-edged sword was stuck in the ground beside him, its gleam dimmed considerably, but it still stood upright.

Tang Hao stood not far away, watching Yang Jian climb out of the pit, his heart filled with immense shock.

Just now, except for his last few trump cards, he used almost all his strength; he had used every trick in the book.

Surprisingly, Yang Jian was able to stand up again.

Unbelievable!

Tang Hao's gaze was as sharp as a tiger's, fixed intently on Yang Jian.

"Old man," his voice was low and hoarse, "I don't remember anyone like you in the Spirit Hall. Who exactly are you?"

Yang Jian suddenly smiled.

"Hahahaha!"

His laughter echoed through the valley, carrying a mix of exhilaration and excitement.

It was as if the injuries on his body were nothing at all.

It was as if what had just happened was merely a warm-up.

Tang Hao frowned, looking at the potentially fatal injuries on Yang Jian's body, and a sense of unease welled up in his heart.

"why are you laughing?"

"I laugh." Yang Jian's smile faded, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, and he said, "Finally, I've met a worthy opponent."

He looked at Tang Hao with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"You are stronger than Chen Xin. Perhaps you can exchange a few more blows with me and fight for a while longer."

Tang Hao's brows furrowed even more.

Dust in the heart?

Does this old man know Chen Xin?

But he didn't bother to investigate further.

Yang Jian's laughter was, in his eyes, a humiliation.

A person who has been severely injured is still laughing and saying that he wants to fight a few more rounds and fight a little longer. What is this if not humiliation?

"court death!"

Tang Hao's eyes turned completely cold.

The ninth spirit ring beneath his feet lit up, its crimson light dazzlingly bright, turning the entire valley a blood-red hue.

A 100,000-year soul ring!

That was the soul ring that Ah Yin sacrificed for him.

"Ninth Soul Skill!"

Tang Hao raised the Clear Sky Hammer high, and the patterns on the hammer shone with a blood-red light.

His aura reached its peak at this moment, and his killing intent surged out like a tide, freezing the air within a radius of hundreds of meters.

Chapter 42 Tang Hao: How is this possible!

"Killing God Domain!"

A white light burst forth from Tang Hao's body, intertwining with the light of the blood-red soul ring.

A colossal phantom appeared behind him, wielding the Haotian Hammer and looking down upon all living beings.

The Haotian Hammer became enormous, its head resembling a small mountain that blotted out the sky.

Tang Hao gripped the hammer handle with both hands and slammed it down on Yang Jian.

The wind arrives before the hammer.

The fierce hammer wind instantly pressed the ground into concentric ripples, sending gravel and dust soaring into the sky, obscuring the sun.

The air whistled shrilly under the pressure of the Haotian Hammer, as if the whole world was trembling.

Yue Guan's expression changed drastically in the distance.

He could feel that the power of this hammer blow was terrifying to the extreme.

If it were me, even if I used all my strength, I definitely wouldn't be able to withstand that attack.

He would definitely be beaten to death on the spot.

He looked at Yang Jian, his eyes filled with worry.

Although Yang Jian had previously displayed unimaginable strength when facing Chen Xin and Gu Rong, Tang Hao's hammer blow would leave Chen Xin and Gu Rong severely injured, if they managed to withstand it together, they would be badly injured, if not killed.

Little Jane...

Yang Jian stood there, watching the giant hammer fall from the sky, his smile unchanged.

He calmly extended his left hand.

"Howling Celestial Dog".

A surge of white light.

A white figure burst out of his body and landed in front of him.

As soon as the Celestial Hound appeared, it felt a terrifying sense of oppression.

A flash of anger crossed its eyes, and its body suddenly swelled up.

Three meters, ten meters, thirty meters, fifty meters!

In the blink of an eye, a colossal beast fifty meters tall appeared in the valley.

It roared to the sky, its voice deafening, and its silvery-white fur shone brightly in the sunlight.

It raised one of its front paws and slapped it at the Haotian Hammer that was coming down.

"boom--!"

A deafening roar.

The Haotian Hammer and the Howling Celestial Dog's claws collided, unleashing a blinding light.

The terrifying shockwave spread in all directions, destroying all the trees within a radius of several miles and tearing the ground up layer by layer.

The shockwave pushed Yue Guan backward, almost causing him to lose his footing.

He quickly used his soul power to stabilize himself, looking at the area shrouded in smoke and dust from afar, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Boom—"

With a loud explosion, Tang Hao was blasted away, crashing into the distant mountainside like a cannonball.

The mountainside collapsed, and rubble tumbled down, burying Tang Hao underneath.

After a while, Tang Hao finally crawled out from among the rubble.

He was covered in blood, his clothes were tattered, and blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth; he was in a terrible state.

He coughed up large amounts of blood, and his internal organs were severely damaged.

Old wounds hadn't healed, and now new ones have been added.

It will take several years to raise it properly now.

But the physical pain paled in comparison to the shock he felt.

Tang Hao raised his head and looked at the magnificent white beast in the valley, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Is this the second martial soul?

He just saw the white dog emerge from Yang Jian's body with his own eyes; there's no mistake about it.

But this is just too outrageous!

His all-out attack was slapped back by a dog?

This is unreasonable!

The strength of a martial spirit is determined by the spirit master.

Although Yang Jian could fight me to a standstill, he was definitely not as good as me.

Why is his second martial soul so powerful?

Tang Hao even suspected that the white dog was actually a soul beast that had been around for hundreds of thousands of years, and not a martial soul at all.

He endured the excruciating pain to steady himself, his gaze fixed on the Howling Celestial Dog, and his mood gradually calmed down.

Even if it withstood my attack, the dog should have been injured.