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

Now that they know the other party has a grudge against Tang San, they naturally have another reason to kill him.

Tang Xiao didn't waste any words.

Unlike Tang Hao, who would utter a few harsh words before a fight and then disappear in a flash, he wouldn't do that.

The next moment, he appeared in front of Yang Jian, the Haotian Hammer already in his hand, the patterns on the hammer shining with a dark golden light, the hammerhead whistling as it smashed down toward Yang Jian's head.

He had already envisioned the scene of Yang Jian's head being smashed open by him.

After all, in his eyes, this kid was just a Soul King. Although he had extremely high talent, he was ultimately too weak.

He was a level 97 Title Douluo, the sect master of the Clear Sky Sect, and the successor of the Clear Sky Hammer.

There will be no surprises this time.

Chapter 101 Ninth Soul Skill, Haotian Strike!

"Oh."

Yang Jian looked at the Haotian Hammer that was so close to him and sneered.

He flipped his right hand, and a three-pointed double-edged sword appeared in his palm, which he then slashed at the Haotian Hammer.

"boom--!"

A deafening roar erupted in the forest, the sound waves spreading in all directions, pressing the surrounding blue silver grass flat on the ground. A visible shockwave emanated from the center of the collision, stirring up soil and gravel.

Tang Xiao was sent flying backwards.

His body was like a cannonball, crashing into several trees formed from the millennia-old blue silver grass behind him—one, two, three, four.

He crashed through four trees before finally stopping and falling to the ground.

This scene left Tang San and the others completely stunned.

Tang San's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

He knew that his uncle was a Title Douluo, level 97, and the sect master of the Haotian Sect.

He knew that Yang Jian was very strong, and his combat power far exceeded his own level.

But he never imagined that Yang Jian could be this strong.

A titled Douluo was actually cleaved away by him with a single strike?

Flander and Zhao Wuji were so frightened that they took a step back. They looked at each other and saw deep fear in each other's eyes.

Flander's face turned pale, and cold sweat streamed down his face.

Zhao Wuji's lips were trembling, and his legs were shaking, as if he were standing in the freezing cold.

They originally thought that Yang Jian was already incredibly powerful to be able to fight against a Soul Saint, and that a Soul King defeating two of their Soul Saints was the limit of their understanding.

So now, Yang Jian can still contend with a Title Douluo?

What the hell is this monster?

"hiss!"

Yu Xiaogang, standing next to him, was completely dumbfounded.

During his time at Shrek Academy, he had heard Yang Jian's name several times. At first, he thought these rumors were greatly exaggerated. How powerful could a twelve-year-old child be?

But seeing it with my own eyes, I realized that this was not an exaggeration at all; it was clearly an understatement.

"Cough cough cough!!!"

On the other side, Tang Xiao got up from the ground and coughed loudly, spitting out a mouthful of blood with each cough.

His face was filled with shock, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

He looked down at his right hand; there was a gash in the web between his thumb and forefinger, and blood was gushing from the wound, dripping down his fingers.

He looked at the Haotian Hammer in his hand again. Several fine cracks had appeared on the hammerhead, spreading outwards like a spider web.

The Haotian Hammer cracked.

Tang Xiao felt like he was dreaming.

The Clear Sky Hammer is the number one weapon spirit in the world. It is his natal weapon spirit that he has inherited for decades. It is the symbol of the Clear Sky Sect. It has never cracked, never!

His father didn't have it, his grandfather didn't have it, and none of his ancestors did.

Today, however, it was cleaved in two by a single stroke from a twelve-year-old boy.

Tang Xiao refused to believe it, his eyes hardened, he gritted his teeth and poured all his soul power into the Clear Sky Hammer.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Haotian True Body!"

His body suddenly grew taller, his muscles bulged, and golden lines appeared on his skin.

The Haotian Hammer also grew larger, its head changing from the size of a bucket to the size of a millstone, and the patterns on its body seemed to come alive, flowing slowly across the surface.

He charged at Yang Jian again.

This time he used all his strength, making him faster and stronger than before.

The Haotian Hammer, carrying an aura of world-destroying power, smashed towards Yang Jian's face.

Yang Jian raised his three-pointed double-edged sword again and charged forward.

"boom!"

Another loud bang.

Tang Xiao was sent flying backward again, this time flying even further and crashing into even more trees.

A long gash was slashed open in his chest by the blade, stretching from his left shoulder to his right rib, the flesh torn open and blood gushing out.

White bones were faintly visible, and internal organs slowly writhed deep within the wound.

"what!"

Tang Xiao fell to the ground, panting heavily.

His face was deathly pale, veins bulged on his forehead, and his lips were completely bloodless.

He looked down at the wound on his chest, and the shock in his eyes turned into fear.

How is this possible? He is a Title Douluo, level 97, and he used all his strength, even activating his Martial Soul True Body, yet he still couldn't defeat this young man?

The boy was stronger and faster than him, and his knife was sharper, heavier, and more domineering than the Haotian Hammer in his hand.

Tang Xiao refused to give up. He gritted his teeth, got up from the ground, and exuded a resolute aura. He was going to use his eighth soul skill, his ninth soul skill, and the Haotian Sect's secret technique of exploding rings that had been passed down for thousands of years. He was going to smash this boy into mincemeat, even if it cost him his life.

"Ugh."

Yang Jian shook her head as she looked at him.

He's had enough fun.

"Howling Celestial Dog".

A surge of white light appeared, and the Celestial Hound appeared at his feet, crouching on the ground with its ears perked up and its tail swaying gently.

"Keep an eye on them." Yang Jian pointed to Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, and Xiao Wu behind him.

"Woof!" the celestial dog barked, walked over to the three girls, and sat down.

Yang Jian stopped being distracted and the spirit rings beneath his feet appeared.

Black, black, black, black, red.

Four ten-thousand-year soul rings and one hundred-thousand-year soul ring.

The five spirit rings shone brightly in the sunlight, causing Tang Xiao's pupils to contract sharply, Tang San's mind to go blank, Flander and Zhao Wuji's legs to go weak, and Yu Xiaogang's eyes to almost pop out.

Subsequently, Yang Jian unleashed all his amplification soul skills in succession, causing his aura to surge wildly to a terrifying, suffocating level.

The ground beneath his feet could not withstand the pressure and began to crack inch by inch, with cracks spreading in all directions like a spider web.

He raised the three-pointed double-edged sword.

With a thought, the blade began to lengthen.

Two meters, three meters, five meters, ten meters, fifteen meters.

A gigantic, fifteen-meter-long, three-pointed, double-edged sword stretched across the sky and earth. Its silver-white blade gleamed with a blinding cold light in the sunlight, and the three-pointed edge trembled slightly, emitting a sharp buzzing sound.

"Ninth Soul Skill, Haotian Strike!"

Seeing that things were not going well, Tang Xiao raised the Haotian Hammer and smashed it towards Yang Jian.

The Haotian Hammer carries a world-destroying power; wherever the hammerhead passes, the air is torn apart, producing a sharp sonic boom.

The wind churned a deep trench in the ground, and gravel and soil were swept into the sky, obscuring the sun.

Yang Jian also casually countered.

The fifteen-meter-long giant blade collided with the mountain-sized hammer.

"boom!"

A deafening roar erupted, terrifying the birds and beasts in the forest. Trees within a radius of several miles were uprooted by the shockwave, and the ground was torn apart layer upon layer. Smoke and dust billowed into the sky, obscuring half of the heavens.

Flander and Zhao Wuji moved the moment the collision occurred.

They were all Soul Saint level experts, and had a clear understanding of the scope of the impact of battles of this level.

They knew that if they didn't run, they would die here today.

Flander grabbed Yu Xiaogang and tucked him under his arm like a bundle.

Zhao Wuji grabbed Tang San and hoisted him onto his shoulder like a sack of flour.

The two exerted their strength simultaneously, sprinting away from the battlefield.

Chapter 102 Tang Xiao's Death!

"boom!"

A second loud bang came from behind them, and the sound waves caught up with them as if they were a tangible thing.

Flander felt an invisible giant hand push him from behind, and he fell forward and crashed to the ground. Yu Xiaogang slipped out from under his arm, rolled several times, and finally stopped after hitting a tree.