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

Chapter 36 The Traitor Within the Spirit Hall, Yan!

"No--!"

The ancient banyan tree let out a desperate roar.

The portal collapsed with a deafening roar, turning into countless black fragments that dissipated into the air.

Gu Rong and Chen Xin were blasted away by the backlash from the space and crashed heavily to the ground.

Gu Rong coughed up blood, and his injuries worsened.

Chen Xin was in no better shape. The collapse of the spatial gate also affected him, causing his soul power to become disordered and making him unable to even stand steadily.

The celestial dog charged forward.

It bit down on the ancient banyan tree's legs.

"Snap!"

The sound of bones breaking was clearly audible.

"what!"

The ancient banyan tree let out a mournful scream, and blood gushed from its severed leg, staining a large area of ​​the ground red.

His body convulsed violently, and the already little color in his face faded completely, leaving only a deathly pale complexion.

Chen Xin's body was trembling.

Looking at the pitiful state of the ancient banyan tree, he felt as if something was blocking his throat, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Even the portal to space cannot escape it.

This dog can even tear space apart?

"I told you, don't even think about running away," Yang Jian's voice rang out, tinged with a hint of mockery. "Feeling better now?"

The ancient banyan tree was still screaming, its voice growing weaker and weaker.

Chen Xin closed her eyes.

He knew he was going to die today.

He has lived for almost a hundred years.

He never imagined he would die at the hands of a twelve-year-old child.

But the facts were undeniable, leaving him no choice but to believe them.

Fear spread through his heart like a venomous snake, coiling around his soul and making it hard for him to breathe.

He doesn't want to die.

But he didn't want to beg for mercy.

Pride is not an option.

Footsteps sounded.

Yue Guan rushed back from afar and stood beside Yang Jian.

He looked at Yang Jian, who was covered in blood, and then glanced at Chen Xin and Gu Rong, who were lying on the ground barely alive. His heart was filled with turmoil.

Level 50.

He actually managed to fight Chen Xin, who was at level 96, to a standstill.

Even though they ultimately won thanks to the Celestial Hound, achieving this was already incredibly impressive.

Yue Guan looked at Xiaotian Dog and couldn't help but swallow hard.

This dog slapped Gu Rong to death, withstood Chen Xin's ninth soul skill unscathed, and even tore apart the spatial gate.

He recalled that six years ago, when Yang Jian had just awakened his martial soul, he thought that the Howling Celestial Dog was just an ordinary detached beast martial soul, nothing special.

Looking back now, it was incredibly foolish.

This is no ordinary martial soul.

This is clearly something even more terrifying than a three-pointed double-edged sword.

Yue Guan took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart, and turned to look at Yang Jian.

"Yang Jian, what should we do with these two?"

He was stunned for a moment as soon as he said it.

Without realizing it, he had begun to follow Yang Jian's advice.

"I have my own plans."

Yang Jian said calmly, his gaze falling on Chen Xin and Gu Rong.

His eyes were as cold and sharp as knives.

Chenxin and Gurong felt uncomfortable under his gaze, a chill rising from their spines.

"Tell me," Yang Jian said, his voice not loud, yet carrying an irresistible force.

Who delivered the letter to you?

Chen Xin and Gu Rong were both taken aback.

"Tell us who delivered the message," Yang Jian repeated, a cryptic smile playing on his lips. "Then I'll give you a chance to live."

Yue Guan nodded secretly.

The identity of that traitor must be found out.

There is a traitor within the Spirit Hall, and this person has access to Yang Jian's intelligence, so his position is probably not low.

If we don't root them out, it will cause even bigger problems later.

Chen Xin and Gu Rong exchanged a glance, both seeing hesitation in each other's eyes.

"Do you keep your word?" Chen Xin's voice was a little hoarse.

"Of course." Yang Jian nodded. "You are lambs to the slaughter now. Your life and death are in my hands. I have no reason to lie to you."

"However—" His eyes turned dangerous, "Don't try to fool me. If I find out you're lying, you know what will happen."

Chenxin and Gurong fell silent.

If I don't speak, I'll surely die.

If I say it, at least there's still a glimmer of hope.

Chen Xin sighed and slowly said, "The letter was sent to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School a month ago."

"The messenger was clever; he didn't deliver the letter to the sect himself, but instead found someone on the road to deliver it on his behalf."

"However, there are spies everywhere around the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. With a little investigation, that person's identity will not be hidden."

Yue Guan frowned and couldn't help but interject, "You mean, that person isn't a spy you planted in the Spirit Hall?"

Chen Xin nodded: "We did plant a few spies in the Spirit Hall, but they were all limited to the outer members and couldn't infiltrate the inside at all. We don't know that person."

"Who is he?" Yue Guan pressed.

Chen Xin glanced at him and slowly uttered a name.

"Yan, the Golden Generation of the Spirit Hall."

"At least, our informants are absolutely certain that they haven't mistaken him for someone else; his physical features match Yan perfectly."

Yue Guan's expression changed instantly.

"impossible!"

His voice rose several decibels, his face a mixture of shock and disbelief.

"Yan was an orphan since childhood. Because he awakened the Flame Lord Martial Soul and had extremely high talent, he was selected to enter the Spirit Hall."

"He belongs to the golden generation, enjoying better treatment and resources than ordinary trainees —"

"He has always been loyal to the Spirit Hall, how could he possibly betray us?"

"You must be lying!"

Chen Xin looked at him expressionlessly: "That's just the truth. Not only you, but even we don't know why Yan did this."

Yue Guan wanted to say something more, but Yang Jian raised his hand to stop her.

"Uncle Yue."

Yue Guan was taken aback and turned to look at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian's expression was calm, even frighteningly so.

There was no shock or anger in his eyes, only a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

"Don't have any illusions about Yan. No matter what, the fact that his name came out of Chen Xin's mouth means that he is inextricably linked to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."

"I'll kill him, what's your choice?"

Yue Guan's mind jolted.

He opened his mouth, wanting Yang Jian to investigate first, but when he met Yang Jian's cold and sharp eyes, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

He was silent for a long time.

"Whatever you say." Yue Guan finally sighed, his voice tinged with weariness. "The Spirit Hall can do without Yan, but it cannot do without you."

Yang Jian nodded slightly, but the coldness in his eyes did not dissipate in the slightest.

"Since that's the case," a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips, "then let him gloat in the Spirit Hall for a while longer."

"After a while, I will personally cut off his head in front of everyone in the Spirit Hall."

"Hang it on the city wall as an example."

Yue Guan didn't answer, she just nodded.

"You keep your word," Chen Xin said. "We've already told you who delivered the message, so shouldn't you let us go now?"

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