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

Chapter 32 Joining the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?

Regarding the questions raised by Yue Guan.

Chen Xin remained silent, hovering quietly in the air, his gaze fixed on the carriage, as if he were examining something.

Gu Rong was quite happy to answer.

"I heard that your Spirit Hall has produced a twelve-year-old Soul King, with quite impressive talent." He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a cryptic smile. "Some time ago, a letter was sent to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, mentioning this genius's unparalleled talent."

"He also mentioned that he has left Wuhun City to go out and train, and you are the only one with him."

Yue Guan's heart sank.

"Feng Zhi was greatly shocked when he heard the news." Gu Rong's tone was somewhat mocking. "Just to be on the safe side, Old Swordsman and I had to make a trip."

"Chrysanthemum Pass, you should understand what we mean."

Upon hearing this, Yue Guan remained silent.

Of course he understands.

This isn't the first time the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has stifled geniuses.

The three sects have been engaged in open and covert struggles for so many years.

The number of geniuses who died under Chenxin's sword is too many to count on two hands.

He just hadn't expected it.

How could the news from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School be so fast and accurate?

A letter —

There's a traitor within the Spirit Hall!

"Chrysanthemum Pass." Gu Rong's voice rang out again, tinged with impatience. "Don't even think about running away. There are no Spirit Hall members around here today. You can't escape."

"If you know what's good for you, you can end your own life now and suffer less physical pain."

Yue Guan's heart sank to the bottom.

He knew it was all over for him today.

If it were just either Chen Xin or Gu Rong, he might be able to escape with Yang Jian if he risked his life.

But he wasn't even 10% confident that he could defeat two level 95 Title Douluos.

But he will not give up.

"Xiao Jian!" Yue Guan turned around abruptly, her voice urgent, "Run! I'll hold them off!"

He was prepared to fight tooth and nail.

However----

"Why run?"

Yang Jian's calm voice came from the direction of the carriage.

Yue Guan was stunned.

Yang Jian lifted the carriage curtain and stepped down from the carriage at a leisurely pace.

His steps were unhurried, his gaze sweeping lightly over the dust and ancient banyan trees in the sky, without the slightest fear on his face.

"Are you crazy?" Yue Guan exclaimed anxiously. "Do you know who they are? Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong, one is level 96 and the other is level 95!"

"I know," Yang Jian nodded.

Yue Guan was so angry he almost vomited blood.

You know that, why aren't you running?

Gu Rong couldn't help but laugh as he watched this scene.

"You're really a case of youthful arrogance." He shook his head, a hint of pity in his eyes, and said, "Kid, you probably don't understand the difference in strength at all, do you?"

Chen Xin remained silent.

She simply observed Yang Jian quietly.

His gaze was sharp as a sword, as if it could see through everything.

After a while.

A hint of surprise flashed in Chen Xin's eyes.

Level 50.

It really is level 50.

The twelve-year-old Soul King.

Such talent is unparalleled in the entire history of the continent.

Moreover, this young man was facing two Title Douluos.

He remained completely unfazed.

This courage and character are truly rare.

Chen Xin suddenly spoke.

"Kid."

His voice was deep and steady, carrying an unquestionable authority.

"I will now give you a way out."

Yang Jian looked up at him.

"Join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School," Chen Xin said casually. "Sever all ties with the Spirit Hall from now on, and I'll spare your life."

"Don't worry, Yue Guan is definitely going to die today."

"No one will know that you joined the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."

Gu Rong nodded slightly, offering no rebuttal.

Yang Jian's talent is indeed exceptional.

If we could bring him into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

In the future, it may even become a powerful weapon to overthrow the Spirit Hall.

As for whether this kid will outwardly comply but inwardly defy him?

Gu Rong's lips curled up slightly.

If we arrest his family members, he'll surely submit obediently.

If he obeys, arrange for several women from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School to give birth to his children, thus binding his bloodline to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Ning Fengzhi has done this kind of thing quite often.

"hehe."

Yang Jian looked at the two high-ranking Title Douluos and immediately smiled.

"Join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?"

He shook his head slightly, his voice not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"ridiculous."

"What if another level 95 Title Douluo came along?"

"Perhaps there's still a chance to take me down."

"But the two of you aren't qualified."

The air seemed to freeze.

Chen Xin's eyes changed.

Gu Rong's smile froze on his face.

Yue Guan was also dumbfounded.

He knew that Yang Jian was very strong, and his combat power could not be measured by level at all; he was strong enough to contend with ordinary Title Douluo.

But neither Chen Xin nor Gu Rong are ordinary Title Douluos!

Where does Yang Jian get his confidence from?

Is someone secretly protecting you without your knowledge?

The silence lasted for a few breaths.

Chen Xin's gaze gradually turned cold.

"Since you're so ungrateful," he slowly raised his hand, summoning the Seven Kill Sword, which emitted a clear sword cry, "then I can't let you live."

The moment the words fell, a chilling sword aura shot into the sky, and the air within a radius of hundreds of meters seemed to freeze.

The soul power pressure of a level 96 titled Douluo was released without reservation.

The weight of the stones on the ground caused them to tremble slightly.

The ancient banyan tree also stirred.

The bony armor on his body began to spread, quickly covering his entire body.

His arms grew thicker and longer, and half-foot-long bone spurs sprang from his fingertips, gleaming with a chilling light.

Bone Dragon Possession!

"Kid."

Gu Rong stared at Yang Jian with a cruel smile in his eyes and said, "In all these years, you are the first junior who has dared to look down on me. I will not let you die easily."

Yue Guan took a deep breath and completed the martial soul possession as well.

The rare and precious Chrysanthemum bloomed behind him, and nine soul rings rose up.

Two yellows, two purples, and five blacks.

He shielded Yang Jian behind him, his eyes filled with determination.

"Yang Jian, hurry—"

"Uncle Yue," Yang Jian interrupted him.

Yue Guan was taken aback.

"Please help me hold off Gu Rong." Yang Jian's voice was calm and resolute. "I'll deal with Chen Xin."

Yue Guan opened his mouth, as if to say something.

But looking into Yang Jian's calm, still eyes, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

There's no escape, only battle.

"Okay." Yue Guan gritted her teeth. "Be careful."

Before he finished speaking, his figure had already soared into the sky, heading straight for the ancient banyan tree.

Golden petals fell from the sky, enveloping the ancient banyan tree.

The ancient banyan tree sneered, and with a flick of its bone claws, the petals shattered.

He then engaged Yue Guan in battle and left the battlefield.

On the ground, only Yang Jian and Chen Xin remained.

An old man and a young boy faced each other from afar.

Yang Jian raised his head, looked at Chen Xin who was floating in the air, and spoke softly.

"I have a question."

Chen Xin didn't speak, but looked down at him.

Yang Jian asked, "Who exactly sent you the letter?"

Even within the Spirit Hall, very few people probably know anything about me.

"Your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is far too well-informed."

"You've planted spies within the Spirit Hall?"

"And this spy holds a very high position?"

Listen to what Yang Jian said.

Chen Xin's expression remained unchanged.

"He's already a dead man."

"What good will knowing all this do?"

Yang Jian shook his head.

"I hope you'll still be this stubborn later."

He flipped his right hand over.

The three-pointed, double-edged sword appeared in his palm, and the blade grew longer as it faced the wind, instantly transforming into a three-meter-long blade.

The three-pointed blade trembled slightly, as if yearning for something.

Yang Jian gripped the hilt of the knife tightly, and his entire demeanor underwent a dramatic transformation at that moment.

Chen Xin's pupils contracted slightly.

This martial spirit is extraordinary!

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