Bang—
Yang Jian's right leg lashed out like an iron whip, striking Kong Xuan. The overwhelming force sent Kong Xuan spinning as he flew backward, crossing hundreds of millions of miles before crashing into a purple planet.
Completely crushing Kong Xuan left Yang Jian feeling incomparably refreshed.
The sensation of possessing inexhaustible dharma power and limitless strength made him throw back his head and let out a long roar.
This was true power!
Compared to this, his former self had been practically a mortal.
"If a Half-Saint is already this powerful, what about becoming a Saint?"
Yang Jian's heart stirred as he subconsciously touched the Supreme Dharma Eye between his brows.
He clearly understood that if he wished to become a Saint, the opportunity lay in the Supreme Dharma Eye. His own Bloodline Talent could no longer help him advance any further.
He no longer needed to cultivate, because cultivation was useless. Only by comprehending the Saint Dao might he one day soar into the heavens and become a legendary Saint, immortal and indestructible through countless tribulations.
At the thought of this, Yang Jian's heart began to drift.
As for Kong Xuan, Yang Jian no longer regarded him as a threat.
Because Kong Xuan had been overly reliant on the Five-Colored Divine Light, he had not mastered other divine abilities or skills. Against Yang Jian, whose physical body had become a Saint, the Five-Colored Divine Light was as good as nonexistent.
Under such circumstances, Kong Xuan had no chance of victory.
Forget Kong Xuan—even Yang Beiming would have to kneel before Yang Jian.
Kong Xuan lay in the dirt beneath the ground, his face covered in blood. Looking out through the crater, he could vaguely make out Yang Jian's figure.
"Damn it... Why is the gap between us so great?"