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

Zhao Wuji also fell down, and Tang San fell off his shoulder, landing face down on the ground with a mouthful of dirt.

The four men lay on the ground, covered in dust and looking utterly disheveled.

A trickle of blood escaped from Flander's mouth, Zhao Wuji's back was cut in several places by the rubble, Yu Xiaogang's head was spurting blood, and Tang San's nose was broken.

However, none of them are fatal.

They had already created some distance and were only affected by the aftershocks.

If we were any closer, it probably wouldn't be as simple as just getting injured.

"Run!"

Flander got up from the ground and helped Yu Xiaogang up.

Zhao Wuji got up and helped Tang San up.

The four dared not stop and continued running until they could no longer see the forest or hear the loud noise.

"Hu! Hu! Hu!"

Tang San slumped to the ground, panting heavily, his mind blank, his ears ringing, unable to hear anything.

He raised his head and looked at the forest shrouded in smoke and dust in the distance, and immediately used his Purple Demon Eye.

The Purple Demon Eye is one of his trump cards; it can see through the fog, the darkness, and all illusions.

His eyes now glowed with a faint purple light, his gaze piercing through the smoke and dust, through the broken wood, through all obstacles, and landing in the center of the battlefield.

Then, Tang Xiao's Clear Sky Hammer exploded.

It didn't shatter, it didn't crack, it exploded completely.

The hammerhead shattered into countless fragments that flew in all directions.

The hammer handle broke in two; one piece was held in Tang Xiao's hand, while the other flew out and stuck in the soil some distance away.

Tang Xiao lay on the ground, his body covered in wounds.

His arms were bent at an odd angle, with white bone fragments sticking out from his sleeves.

His chest was caved in badly, and he had broken countless ribs.

His face was covered in blood, his eyes were half-open and half-closed with dilated pupils, and he was breathing weakly, on the verge of death.

Tang San couldn't believe his eyes, but the Purple Demon Eye wouldn't lie to him; everything he saw was definitely real.

Tang San was unwilling to believe it, dared not believe it, and could not believe it.

My uncle is a titled Douluo, how could he not beat a boy who is about the same age as him?

How can it be?

This must be fake, it must be fake!

Tang San held his head, dug his fingers into his hair, and pulled hard.

His body was trembling, his lips were shaking, and his teeth were grinding together.

Fear gripped his heart like a hand, tightening its grip until he could barely breathe.

……

At this moment, Yang Jian stood in front of Tang Xiao, looking down at him.

The battle is over.

The entire process took less than a quarter of an hour. Tang Xiao used every soul skill he could muster and every means at his disposal, but in front of Yang Jian, those soul skills and methods were like a three-year-old child waving a wooden stick, posing no threat whatsoever.

Yang Jian barely moved, standing still, slashing, blocking, and counterattacking with each strike.

His expression remained calm, his breathing remained steady, and he didn't even break a sweat.

"You really are just like Tang Hao, a complete brute." Yang Jian looked down at Tang Xiao, a cold smile on his lips. "Do you really think you're invincible?"

Tang Xiao's eyes widened suddenly.

He had a sudden burst of energy before his death, and his voice was rapid, though I don't know where the strength came from.

What did you do to my brother?

He was very flustered.

During this time, he had been looking for Tang Hao, going to every place he could think of and asking everyone he could.

He went to Holy Soul Village, Heaven Dou City, and every place Tang Hao used to frequent, but he found nothing. Tang Hao seemed to have vanished into thin air, leaving no trace or clue.

At that moment, Yang Jian suddenly mentioned his younger brother's name, and he had a bad feeling.

Yang Jian smiled.

"He's probably having a good time playing with the monkeys right now, so you don't need to worry too much."

Tang Xiao didn't understand what "playing happily" meant, but he knew one thing: his younger brother's disappearance was definitely related to Yang Jian.

"Aaaaaah!" Tang Xiao roared, his eyes bloodshot, panting heavily like a wild beast cornered. "Give Tang Hao back to me right now!"

Yang Jian shook his head.

"How can you do that? Tang Hao is having a great time right now. If we give it back to you, he'll definitely be unhappy. As the older brother, how can you let your younger brother be unhappy?"

Tang Xiao spat out a mouthful of blood, which splattered onto Yang Jian's clothes.

Yang Jian glanced down at it, but didn't pay any attention.

Tang Xiao's chest heaved violently, his breathing became rapid and disordered, and a hissing sound came from his throat.

His eyes were filled with resentment as he looked at Yang Jian, wishing he could eat his flesh and drink his blood, but he couldn't utter a single word.

He didn't know what to say.

Beg for mercy? Impossible.

Threats? Useless.

Curse? What good would cursing do?

"It's time to end this."

Yang Jian was too lazy to chat here. He glanced at Tang San and the others in the distance, then looked away. He gripped the three-pointed double-edged sword tightly in his right hand and stabbed it into Tang Xiao's chest.

The blade pierced his chest, through his heart, and emerged from his back.

"what!!!"

Tang Xiao let out a scream, feeling his life rapidly slipping away. He tried to struggle, to make a final stand, but the aura released by the three-pointed double-edged sword was already raging within him, severing his meridians and shattering his internal organs, making it impossible for him to mobilize his soul power.

He could only frantically shake his body; he couldn't do anything else.

Just then, Yang Jian's voice rang in his ear, calm and indifferent: "Don't worry, it won't be long before Tang Hao goes down to join you, and the same goes for those people from the Haotian Sect."

A deep sense of fear welled up in Tang Xiao's eyes.

He thought of the Haotian Sect, his clansmen who lived in seclusion, and the elders who had watched him grow up.

If Yang Jian comes knocking, and if all these people die, the Haotian Sect is finished.

He wanted to speak, to say something, but no sound came out as he opened and closed his mouth.

His eyes were fixed on Yang Jian.

His eyes were filled with resentment, unwillingness, and deep fear.

His life came to an end.

His eyes were still open; he died with his eyes wide open, unable to rest in peace.

"What a pity."

Yang Jian drew his three-pointed double-edged sword, looked at Tang Xiao's corpse, shook his head, and sighed inwardly.

Having obtained the fifth spirit ring makes all the difference; I didn't even need the Celestial Hound to intervene, I dealt with Tang Xiao on my own.

Then, he squatted down and began to grope Tang Xiao's body.

Soon, he found several soul bones, all of good quality, at least ten thousand years old.

Without looking closely, he put everything into his storage soul tool, then stood up and turned his gaze to the Blue Silver King not far away.

Chapter 103 Tang San: No!!!

The Blue Silver King is still alive.

It had just been caught in the aftershocks of the battle; the vine aggregate was mostly shattered, leaving only a small ball of blue light floating in mid-air.

The old man's face was so blurred that it was almost unrecognizable, but his eyes were still open. Looking at Yang Jian, there was no fear or resentment in his eyes, only an indescribable sorrow.

Yang Jian raised his three-pointed, double-edged sword and slashed down.

The blue light shattered, turning into countless specks of light that dissipated into the air.

The Blue Silver King is dead. With 85,000 years of cultivation, the king of the Blue Silver Clan, he died just like that.

Its sacrifice was incomplete, its energy had not yet been transferred to Tang San, it died, and everything ended.

Yang Jian sheathed his three-pointed double-edged sword and glanced into the distance.

Tang San and his group of four were already over a kilometer away, still running desperately. Flander and Zhao Wuji each carried one of them, not daring to look back.

Yang Jian did not chase after them.

Killing Tang San was easy, but what happened afterward?

The Asura God should have noticed it instantly.

He is not yet a match for God and is unwilling to gamble on that possibility.

It's better to be more cautious.

Anyway, what happened today was enough to break Tang San.

Uncle is dead, Blue Silver King is dead, and Xiao Wu stands on her side and refuses to go back.

Tang San lost his opportunity, his backer, and the people he cared about left one after another... This kind of blow is more fatal than physical injury.

Yang Jian turned around and returned to Zhu Zhuqing's side.