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

The Celestial Hound crouched in front of the three girls. When it saw him return, it wagged its tail and transformed into a beam of white light, disappearing into his left palm.

Zhu Zhuqing came forward, looked him up and down, and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he was unharmed.

"Is it all done?"

"Ah."

Ning Rongrong stood to the side, secretly glanced at Yang Jian, and then quickly lowered her head.

Xiao Wu stood at the very back, head down, eyes red-rimmed, tears clinging to her eyelashes. She didn't look at Yang Jian, nor at the direction Tang San had left in; she simply stared at her toes, her hands gripping the hem of her clothes, like a statue.

Yang Jian glanced at Xiao Wu, said nothing, and looked up at the sky.

The sun was already setting in the west, and the sky was beginning to darken.

"Let's go, let's find a place to spend the night."

"Tomorrow, we'll go deep into the Star Dou Great Forest."

……

Flander and Zhao Wuji ran for a long time, passing through dense forests and crossing streams, until the loud noise behind them completely disappeared in the wind, and then they finally stopped.

Once they were sure there was no danger, they put Tang San and Yu Xiaogang down, then plopped down on the ground, panting heavily.

Flander and Zhao Wuji's chests heaved violently, sweat dripping down their chins.

They were still puzzled.

After all, given the strength Yang Jian had demonstrated, catching up with them shouldn't have been difficult, but the other side didn't seem to have that intention; it seemed they didn't want to kill them.

why?

Flanders couldn't understand it.

Zhao Wuji couldn't understand it either.

They were just two Soul Saints, no different from ants to Yang Jian.

Do you need a reason to crush an ant?

No need.

But Yang Jian did not crush them.

"what!!!"

At this moment, Tang San knelt on the ground, holding his head in his hands, and cried out helplessly.

He was filled with immense fear, feeling that his uncle was likely in grave danger. The image of the massive Haotian Hammer exploding kept replaying in his mind, each time making his heart clench a little tighter.

But he held onto a sliver of hope, hoping that his uncle was not dead, that the explosion of the Haotian Hammer was just an illusion, and that it was all just a nightmare.

But he didn't dare go back to check the situation, in case Yang Jian was still there.

What if he goes back and walks right into a trap?

Yu Xiaogang sat on the rock next to him, his eyes glazed over, not knowing what to say or what he could do.

Everything that happened today was beyond his comprehension.

All four of them fell silent.

They just stood there, neither speaking nor moving.

The wind rustled through the trees.

The howl of an unknown soul beast echoed in the distance, reverberating in the twilight.

Time passed second by second, and the sky changed from dusk to night, and then from night to midnight.

One by one, the stars lit up, hanging in the sky like countless cold eyes.

Two hours later, Flander and Zhao Wuji barely recovered their strength.

Flander stood up, dusted himself off, took a deep breath, and said.

"Let's go back. The Star Dou Great Forest is too dangerous, especially at night. Let's find a safe place to spend the night and think about something else tomorrow."

Tang San shook his head, his eyes red.

"No, I have to go back to see my uncle. He'll definitely be alright!"

His tone was stubborn and firm.

Flander, Zhao Wuji, and Yu Xiaogang exchanged a glance, and all saw fear in each other's eyes.

go back?

What if that guy named Yang Jian is still lying in wait in the same spot?

Wouldn't they be walking into a trap if they went back?

Yu Xiaogang stood up, walked to Tang San, bent down, placed his hands on Tang San's shoulders, and said earnestly, "Xiao San, calm down. I know you're worried about your uncle, but it's too dangerous for us to go back now. What if that guy named Yang Jian is still around..."

"Impossible!" Tang San suddenly raised his head, interrupting Yu Xiaogang.

His eyes were bloodshot, and a near-mad light burned in his pupils. "If Yang Jian really wants to kill us, we can't escape. Teacher, if you don't want to go back, stay here. I can go back alone!"

He shook off Yu Xiaogang's hand, stood up from the ground, patted the dirt off his body, then turned around and walked back the way he came.

His pace quickened, becoming faster and faster, until finally he even used the Ghostly Shadow Technique, transforming himself into a blurry shadow as he moved through the woods.

Flander and Zhao Wuji glanced at Yu Xiaogang, then at the direction Tang San had disappeared in, gritted their teeth, and followed.

Although they were afraid, they couldn't bring themselves to let a child run around alone in the Star Dou Great Forest.

After that, Yu Xiaogang was the only one left in the forest.

Looking at the tall trees around him and listening to the howls of the soul beasts coming from afar, he was so frightened that his whole body convulsed.

He was only a level 29 Great Soul Master, and his Martial Soul was a useless one like Luo Sanpao. His Soul Power was weak, and his combat power was almost zero.

He couldn't possibly survive in the Star Dou Great Forest; he couldn't even last a quarter of an hour.

Leaving him here alone is no different from sending him to his death.

Yu Xiaogang's legs were trembling, his teeth were chattering, and cold sweat was streaming down his forehead and nose. He took off running.

"Wait for me!"

His voice echoed through the forest, startling a flock of birds.

……

Tang San used his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Technique to its fullest extent, traversing the forest for two whole hours before finally returning to the battlefield.

He stopped and stood at the edge of the open space, frozen in place as if struck by lightning.

Tang Xiao's body lay on the ground.

The burly, broad-shouldered man who stood before him like an iron tower was now lying on the ground, his eyes still open, his pupils dilated, and his mouth slightly agape.

Blue Silver King is also dead.

The huge and beautiful blue vine cluster is gone.

Instead, there was only a pile of debris.

The blue vines were broken into countless pieces and scattered all around, the golden patterns had faded and lost their luster.

Tang San was in a daze, his legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground, his knees hitting the mud with a dull thud.

He leaned forward, supporting himself with his hands on the ground.

"Do not--!"

Tang San looked up at the sky and let out a long howl, the sound echoing in the empty forest, the howl shrill and mournful.

Chapter 104 The 100,000-Year-Old Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear

Tang San couldn't understand why his life had turned out this way.

When he was a child, he had to take care of his father, who was an alcoholic. Every day he had to get up before dawn to cook, wash clothes, and clean the room.

Having finally awakened twin martial souls and possessing innate full soul power, he thought he could soar to great heights and become a superior person.

As a result, ever since he joined Shrek Academy, he has been plagued by bad luck.

Yang Jian targeted him for no reason the moment they met, not only bullying him but also killing the human-faced spider he had finally managed to defeat and taking away the external soul bone that should have belonged to him.

In the end, even Xiao Wu fell into Yang Jian's hands, and he couldn't call her back no matter what.

That was enough to break him down.

Now my uncle has also died at Yang Jian's hands, and the Blue Silver King, who was about to be sacrificed to me, is also gone.

All his support, all his hopes, everything he had was destroyed by Yang Jian.

Tang San shed tears of frustration.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, dripping onto the soil and splashing up tiny specks of dust.

He frantically pounded the ground with his fists, one punch, two punches, three punches, each punch using all his strength.

The mud was smashed into a hole, and the fist was scraped raw, drawing blood.

He was made to smash things while shouting, his voice hoarse and shrill.

"Why! Why! Why!"

Why did Yang Jian target him?

Why did Yang Jian take everything from him?

Why was fate so unfair to him?

"Uh……"

At this moment, Flander and Zhao Wuji arrived.

They stood at the edge of the open space, looking at everything before them, feeling a tightness in their chests.

Tang Xiao's corpse, the fragments of the Blue Silver King, and Tang San's image kneeling on the ground frantically pounding the earth—like a cruel painting, they were deeply etched into their minds.

They didn't know what to say or what they could do.