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

The onlookers thought they had misheard, looked at each other in confusion, and then erupted in uproar.

"What? He sent the Wang family over?"

"Is he crazy? Does he want to die?"

"Young man, don't be impulsive! The Wang family is not to be trifled with. They have two Soul Saints alone, not to mention a Soul Douluo! Are you trying to kill yourself?"

Chapter 125 Wang Teng's Father

Shui Bing'er stamped her feet anxiously, pleading, "Don't be reckless! Please leave! I beg you!"

Yang Jian waved his hand, his tone relaxed: "Don't worry, I'm not crazy. If I really couldn't beat them, I would have run away long ago. Why would I stand here stupidly waiting to die?"

He turned to look at Ah Da and Ah Er, and seeing that they were still standing there in a daze, he frowned and his voice turned colder: "Aren't you going yet? Do you want me to give you a ride?"

Ah Da and Ah Er exchanged a glance, seeing the same fear and hesitation in each other's eyes.

Clutching their aching chests, they scrambled to their feet and staggered away, not daring to look back.

Yang Jian turned around and said to the crowd, "Everyone, please disperse. If a fight really breaks out later, fists and feet have no eyes. Don't get involved."

However, no one left.

Some people are still trying to persuade him, some think he's too arrogant, and some believe he's doomed today and are just waiting to see what happens.

Yang Jian shook his head helplessly and stopped trying to persuade him.

He turned to look at Shui Bing'er and asked, "Why aren't you leaving yet?"

Shui Bing'er raised her head, looked into his eyes, and said firmly, "I am responsible for my own actions. I started this, and I will not leave."

"Anyway, no matter how lawless the Wang family is, they definitely won't dare to touch me."

Yang Jian raised an eyebrow, pretending to know nothing, and asked, "It seems your identity is not simple?"

Shui Bing'er nodded, her voice tinged with pride: "I come from Tianshui Academy. My mother is the dean. Although the Wang family is all-powerful in Fengxue City, they would never dare to offend Tianshui Academy."

Yang Jian said "oh," agreeing that it made sense.

Tianshui Academy is one of the top soul master academies in the Tiandou Empire, renowned for its training of female soul masters. It boasts a profound foundation and a wealth of powerful individuals.

Although the Wang family is a local power in Wind and Snow City, they are certainly not considered particularly powerful in the entire Heaven Dou Empire.

Anyone with a sound mind would know that if something happened to Shui Bing'er, Tianshui Academy would definitely retaliate, and there was even a possibility that the Tiandou Empire would intervene and suppress them.

As Yang Jian was pondering, he heard hurried footsteps approaching from afar.

Ah Da and Ah Er returned, but they only brought one person with them.

The man was in his forties, tall and burly, with broad shoulders and a thick waist. He wore a dark blue robe with a golden "King" character embroidered on his chest.

His face was square, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, a high nose, thick lips, and a short mustache on his chin. He exuded a suppressed anger, like a volcano about to erupt.

Yang Jian sensed the person's cultivation level: Soul Saint, around level 79.

This should be Wang Teng's father, Wang Chengkun.

Ah Da and Ah Er ran up to Wang Chengkun, pointed at Yang Jian, and began to complain.

"Master, it's him! He's the one who killed the young master!"

Wang Chengkun remained silent, his gaze fixed on the mass of flesh and blood on the ground—his former son.

His face was extremely gloomy, the veins on his forehead bulged, his fists were clenched so tightly they cracked, his chest heaved violently, and his breathing was as heavy as a bull's.

He raised his head, staring intently at Yang Jian, his voice suppressed and low, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Although Wang Teng has no talent for cultivation and is of no use, he is still my son, Wang Chengkun's son."

"How do you want to die, you brat?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the air around him seemed to freeze.

The crowd that had been watching finally felt fear, a fear of death that came from the depths of their souls. They stopped watching the spectacle and scattered like birds and beasts, disappearing completely in the blink of an eye.

Only Yang Jian, Shui Bing'er, Wang Chengkun, and two bodyguards lying on the ground howling remained on the street.

Shui Bing'er stepped forward, stood in front of Yang Jian, straightened her chest, looked directly at Wang Chengkun, and spoke in a tone that was neither humble nor arrogant.

"I am from Tianshui Academy, and my mother's name is Shui Muqing. You'd better think this through!"

Wang Chengkun's expression changed.

He had certainly heard of Shui Muqing's name. She was the dean of Tianshui Academy, a Soul Douluo-level powerhouse, and held great prestige in the Tiandou Empire.

Although the Wang family wields absolute power in Fengxue City, offending Shui Muqing will definitely not end well for them.

But soon, Wang Chengkun let out a cold laugh.

"So what? Anyway, the person I'm going to kill today isn't you. What can Shui Muqing do to me? You little brat, if you know what's good for you, get out of here and stand somewhere else."

His tone gradually turned fierce, "Otherwise, even if you don't die later, you'll probably get injured, like losing an arm or a leg, or being disfigured. This is unavoidable."

"At most, I'll give you some compensation afterward. I believe that even if it gets back to Shui Muqing, she wouldn't go all the way to Fengxue City and start a battle with the Wang family, right?"

Shui Bing'er's expression shifted between light and dark. She took a deep breath, her voice turning cold: "If you have the guts, kill me now!"

Wang Chengkun was speechless.

He didn't want to kill Shui Bing'er; killing her would cause him a lot of trouble.

But we can't let the other party get in the way here.

So he waved to Ah Da and Ah Er, his tone impatient: "You two, go and control this little girl. As for that little bastard, I'll take care of him."

Ah Da and Ah Er exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with fear.

Their chests still hurt.

But the master had spoken, and they dared not disobey.

The two nodded, clutching their chests, and slowly walked towards Shui Bing'er.

Shui Bing'er was also ready for battle.

An icy blue light enveloped her once more, and the phantom of an ice phoenix appeared behind her.

At that moment, a hand reached out from behind and grabbed her wrist.

Yang Jian pulled her behind him and said in a flat tone, "Leave it to me."

His figure flashed and disappeared from the spot.

The next instant, he appeared before Ah Da and Ah Er. This time, he held nothing back.

Two punches.

The first punch landed squarely on Ah Da's chest, piercing through his leather armor, his skin, his muscles, and his ribs.

The soul power attached to his fist exploded within Ah Da's body, shattering his heart into pieces.

Ah Da didn't even have time to scream before his body went limp.

The second punch landed squarely on Ah Er's head.

The fist landed on the temple, where the contact area was small but the pressure was extremely high.

Ah Er's head shattered like a watermelon hit by a hammer.

The two bodies lay motionless on the ground.

Yang Jian withdrew his fist, shook the blood off his hands, turned around, and looked at Wang Chengkun.

"It's your turn."

Wang Chengkun's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and the expression on his face changed from anger to shock, and from shock to fear.

He hadn't seen Yang Jian's movements clearly at all; he only saw a blur flash by before Ah Da and Ah Er died.

This is not normal!

He is a Soul Saint, level 79, whose perception and dynamic vision far surpass those of ordinary people.

Even when facing opponents of the same level, he can clearly see their movements.

But he couldn't see the boy's movements at all.

A flicker of fear flashed in Wang Chengkun's eyes as he sized up Yang Jian, finally realizing for the first time that this man was no ordinary person.

He refrained from making any rash moves and instead asked in a cold voice, "Who exactly are you?"

Chapter 126 When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter

Yang Jian didn't bother to answer, and charged straight at Wang Chengkun, clenching his right fist and throwing a punch.

He didn't use much force in that punch, only about one percent.

Dealing with a Soul Saint is not worth his serious attention.

"what!"

Wang Chengkun's pupils suddenly contracted.

Yang Jian was too fast; his eyes couldn't keep up.

He had no time to dodge, so he could only cross his arms to protect his chest and activate his martial spirit at the same time.

His body suddenly grew taller, his muscles bulged, a layer of grayish-white hair appeared on his skin, his arms became as thick as tree trunks, his hands transformed into bear paws, and his claws were as sharp as knives.

His Icefield Bear Martial Soul possesses both great strength and defense, which is his source of pride.

He believed he could withstand the punch.

boom!

Fists and palms collided.

Wang Chengkun's arms cracked with a sharp sound; his bones broke.

His body flew out like a cannonball, crashing through a wall across the street, knocking down a shelf behind the wall, and finally falling to the ground, rolling several times before coming to a stop.

He lay on the ground, his hands bent at an odd angle, the white bone fragments sticking out from his sleeves, a horrifying sight.

His chest heaved violently, his breathing was rapid and disordered, and a suppressed groan came from his throat. He tried to get up, but all the bones in his body felt like they were falling apart, and he couldn't muster any strength at all.