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

"I thought you were much more capable."

Yang Jian withdrew his fist, stood in the middle of the street, looked at Wang Chengkun lying in the ruins, and chuckled.

"You can't even withstand one percent of my strength, where does your confidence come from?"

Wang Chengkun's face turned deathly pale, his expression filled with disbelief.

He stared wide-eyed at Yang Jian.

He is a Soul Saint, level 79, with the Icefield Bear Martial Soul. Strength and defense are his strengths.

He once fought against a spirit beast of the same level and withstood more than a dozen moves without being at a disadvantage.

But today, he couldn't even withstand a single punch from a teenager.

What kind of monster is this?

She looks even younger than her own son, yet her strength is terrifying.

Wang Chengkun was terrified.

He clearly realized that he was no match for Yang Jian.

If we continue fighting, we'll only face certain death.

Ignoring the pain and his dignity, he hurriedly begged for mercy.

"Young man, I won't pursue this matter today. Wang Teng deserved what he got; it was my fault for not disciplining him properly. How about we call it quits?"

Yang Jian looked at him as if he were a fool.

"Your suggestion should be based on the premise that both sides are of equal strength. Now, I can just kill you directly, so why should I stop here?"

Wang Chengkun's face turned pale and then red.

He gritted his teeth and decided to bring out the support he had backed.

"Even if you could defeat me, you'd only be a Soul Douluo at best. My father, Wang Haoying, is an 89th-level Soul Douluo, just one step away from becoming a Title Douluo. You are definitely no match for my father."

"You really dare to kill me?"

Yang Jian was almost speechless. He shook his head and sighed, "This is truly a classic plot. You beat up the young, then the old ones come; you beat up the old ones, then the even older ones come. Is your Wang family a nesting doll?"

He didn't want to waste any more words. He flashed to Wang Chengkun's side, raised his right foot, and stepped on the other man's head.

The sole of the shoe pressed down on Wang Chengkun's head, grinding it down forcefully.

Wang Chengkun's skull made a creaking sound, as if it might shatter at any moment.

"what--!"

Wang Chengkun screamed in pain, clawing wildly at the ground with both hands until his fingernails were worn raw and blood seeped out.

He could feel his head being flattened bit by bit; the pain didn't come from his skull, but from his brain, from the depths of his soul.

He attempted to use his soul skills to resist, activating the soul power within his body in an effort to break free.

But each time the soul power was just gathered, it was shattered by Yang Jian's foot.

Yang Jian even destroyed his dantian. A brute force poured into his lower abdomen from the soles of his feet, shattering his dantian into pieces.

Wang Chengkun was completely devastated, his tears and snot mingling together as he cried like a three-year-old child.

He began to promise all sorts of benefits, conditions, and temptations.

"I...I'll give you half of the Wang family's assets! No, all of them! Gold Soul Coins, real estate, shops, everything! Just spare my life!"

Yang Jian remained unmoved and pressed down hard with his feet once more.

Wang Chengkun's skull was shattered, his brain was compressed, and his consciousness began to blur.

He foresaw his own death; fear, like an invisible hand, gripped his throat.

He was unwilling to accept this; he didn't want to die.

With his last ounce of strength, he roared in the direction of the Wang family.

"Father, save me!"

The sound was very loud, almost echoing throughout the entire Snowstorm City.

Then his head exploded.

Red and white splattered all over the ground.

Yang Jian withdrew his foot, rubbed the sole of his shoe on the snow to remove the bloodstains. He stood in the middle of the street and looked up at the sky.

It was completely dark, and the stars began to shine one by one.

He decided to wait a little longer.

After all, Wang Chengkun's voice was so loud just now, Wang Haoying should have heard it. He'll probably come over to his death soon.

There's a saying, "Kick a drowning dog to the bone." I believe that as long as we kill this level 89 Soul Douluo, the Wang family will definitely decline very quickly in Wind and Snow City, and there will be no need to kill any more people.

When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter. The Wang family members will naturally fall apart, kill each other, or be devoured by other forces.

"what?"

Shui Bing'er stood not far away, watching this scene, and was completely stunned.

She remained motionless, her mind blank, her ears ringing, the image of Yang Jian crushing Wang Chengkun's head playing repeatedly in her mind.

She didn't understand what was going on.

Wang Chengkun was a Soul Saint, a prominent figure in Wind and Snow City, and the strongest member of the Wang family besides Wang Haoying. How could he die like this?

She had been trying to help, but before she could even move, the battle was over.

No, this is not a battle at all; it is a one-sided massacre!

Shui Bing'er took a deep breath, suppressing her shock, and looked at Yang Jian's back.

Just how high is this person's cultivation level?

How exactly does one cultivate?

He didn't look much older than me, yet he easily defeated a Soul Saint?

She was called a genius since childhood, with innate soul power at level nine, which was already top-notch among her peers, but compared to Yang Jian, she seemed to be nothing.

"Bing'er!"

"elder sister!"

Just then, two women, one big and one small, ran out of the alley.

The older one looked to be in her forties, still charming, with fair skin, delicate features, and a few fine wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, but it didn't detract from her beauty.

She wore a dark blue robe with a silver belt around her waist, exuding a dignified and composed demeanor.

The younger one looked to be in her teens, about the same age as Shui Bing'er. She was delicate and cute, with big eyes, a small nose, and a pouty mouth, looking like a porcelain doll.

She wore a light blue dress with a white cloak over it, and her hair was tied in two ponytails that swung as she ran.

"Bing'er! What happened?" The older woman grabbed Shui Bing'er's shoulder, looking her up and down to make sure she wasn't hurt.

"Sister, are you alright?" The younger one held Shui Bing'er's hand, her eyes full of concern.

Chapter 127 Wang Teng's Grandfather

Shui Bing'er shook her head, pointed at Yang Jian, and briefly explained what had just happened.

From Wang Teng's hit-and-run that killed someone, to her intervention, to Yang Jian's rescue, to Wang Chengkun's murder.

She spoke briefly, but she said everything that needed to be said.

After hearing this, the two women's expressions changed from worry to shock, and then from shock to solemnity. They exchanged a glance and then walked towards Yang Jian together.

Shui Bing'er followed behind them and introduced, "This is my teacher, Li Liu, and this is my younger sister, Shui Yue'er."

Yang Jian turned around, looked at them, and nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

Li Liu glanced at him and said, "I already know what happened. You should leave now. Wang Haoying is not someone you can handle. I will take care of things here."

Shui Yue'er chimed in, her voice clear and urgent: "That's right, little brother, you'd better hurry up and leave. That Wang Haoying is an 89th-level Soul Douluo, only one step away from becoming a Title Douluo. He's very powerful."

"Let's go quickly. You can come to Tianshui College to find us again if you have the chance."

Yang Jian opened his mouth, as if to say something.

Suddenly a loud roar came from afar, the sound was earth-shattering, like the roar of some ferocious beast.

"Kun'er!"

A figure sped towards the Wang family from their direction, moving as fast as the wind.

The man was dressed in a gray robe, with gray hair, a thin face, high cheekbones, deep-set eyes, and bloodshot eyes. He exuded an aura of rage, and his soul power fluctuated violently.

Wang Haoying has arrived.

He landed on the street and the first thing he saw was Wang Chengkun's body.

The headless corpse lay in the ruins, its clothes soaked in blood, its hands bent, its head gone, leaving only a pool of red and white.

Wang Haoying's tears welled up instantly. His body trembled, his lips quivered, and his breathing became rapid and disordered.

He suddenly raised his head and his gaze swept over the four people present.

Li Liu, Shui Bing'er, Shui Yue'er, Yang Jian.

His gaze swept over the four people before finally settling on Li Liu.

Because in his perception, Li Liu's cultivation level was the highest, he subconsciously believed that the murderer was the other party.

Those kids couldn't possibly be a match for his son.

"You vile woman, how dare you kill my son!" Wang Haoying roared, his soul power surging wildly, and the light of his martial soul flashing on his body.

Li Liu frowned.

She knew Wang Haoying had mistaken her for someone else, but she didn't explain.

She glanced at Yang Jian and made up her mind.

Wang Haoying was furious, and no amount of explanation would work; she wouldn't listen at all.