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

Moreover, the Wang family was the ones who started this whole thing. Wang Teng hit and killed someone and fled the scene, and Wang Chengkun protected his son, trying to kill him to cover it up.

Even if the matter goes to the Emperor of the Heavenly Dou Empire, she will still be in the right.

“I did it.” Li Liu’s voice was calm and firm. “Your son, Wang Chengkun, condoned his son’s crime in the street and even tried to kill him to cover it up.”

“I intervened to stop him, but he struck first.”

She warned, "I'm from Tianshui Academy. You'd better think carefully about the consequences."

Upon hearing the words "Tianshui Academy," Wang Haoying's anger momentarily faltered. If they offended Tianshui Academy, the Wang family's position in Fengxue City would likely be jeopardized.

But this thought only lasted for a moment.

His son is dead; his bloodline, his hope, everything he has is gone.

He's lived for over a hundred years, and at this age, what is there to be afraid of?

"So what if it's Tianshui Academy?" Wang Haoying's voice was cold and resolute. "Even if you offend Tianshui Academy, you will still die today."

"Not only that, but the same goes for these three little bastards around you."

"I will use your lives to pay tribute to my Kun'er!"

Before he finished speaking, Wang Haoying's martial spirit possessed him, his body suddenly grew taller, his muscles bulged, and a layer of grayish-white hair appeared on his skin, which was thicker and more abundant than Wang Chengkun's.

His arms were twice as thick as Wang Chengkun's, his bear paws were twice as big as Wang Chengkun's, and his claws were twice as long as Wang Chengkun's.

His pupils narrowed, radiating a beastly aura, and the pressure of an 89th-level Soul Douluo was released without reservation, pressing down on everyone present.

Shui Bing'er and Shui Yue'er turned pale, had difficulty breathing, and their legs felt weak.

They instinctively took a few steps back and hid behind Li Liu.

Li Liu's expression changed drastically. She knew she was no match for Wang Haoying, but she couldn't back down now!

She took a deep breath, ready to face the challenge.

Just then, a figure swept past her, moving so fast that she barely had time to react.

Yang Jian took the lead, swinging his fist to meet Wang Haoying.

"do not want!"

Li Liu exclaimed in surprise and reached out to grab Yang Jian, but she grabbed nothing.

Her face turned pale. She felt that the boy was too impulsive. Wang Haoying was an 89th-level Soul Douluo. What was the difference between this and courting death?

Shui Bing'er's body was trembling. She wanted to rush over to help, but her legs felt like lead, and she couldn't take a single step.

Shuiyue covered her eyes, unable to look.

"boom!"

Their fists collided.

The shockwave spread in all directions, blowing away the snow on the street and revealing the black stone slabs underneath.

The sound waves echoed in the night sky, making the windows of nearby shops buzz.

Yang Jian stood still, motionless.

His fist was still raised, his skin glowing with a faint golden light. He was uninjured, in no pain, and not even red.

Wang Haoying took several steps back, her footsteps leaving deep imprints on the stone slabs, until she regained her balance after retreating ten steps.

He looked down at his still trembling hands, feeling the intense pain in his palms. The bones had cracked, spreading from his finger bones all the way to his wrist bones.

Wang Haoying was filled with turmoil, wondering if she was still asleep and if it was all a nightmare.

He is a level 89 Soul Douluo with the Icefield Bear Martial Soul, possessing both strength and defense.

Although it may not be considered a top-tier martial soul, it is definitely not easy for it to be at a disadvantage when fighting against soul masters of the same level.

Not to mention, the young man in front of me seems to only have the cultivation level of a Soul Emperor.

He exchanged a punch with this person, but instead of instantly killing him, he was injured.

This is impossible!

That's absolutely impossible!

Wang Haoying's face contorted, his eyes staring at Yang Jian with disbelief and deep fear as he asked the same question as Wang Chengkun.

"Who exactly are you?"

Yang Jian was still too lazy to explain. He flipped his right hand, and a three-pointed double-edged sword appeared in his palm.

To be honest, he really wanted to have a close-quarters fight with Wang Haoying and test his current physical strength.

But considering the scale and intensity of the fight, it's estimated that the entire street would be demolished, harming innocent bystanders.

In the end, he decided to use a three-pointed double-edged sword to kill him with a single blow, saving him the trouble.

"this!"

Wang Haoying stared at the knife, her pupils suddenly contracting.

Although he was not the owner of a weapon spirit and had never used weapons in battle before, his intuition told him that this knife was dangerous, extremely dangerous.

He might not be able to withstand even the slightest scratch.

He is a pragmatic person.

Having lived for over eighty years, I have seen too many people and experienced too many things.

He knows when to advance and when to retreat.

The revenge for his son is important, but nothing is more important than his own life.

As long as he lives, the Wang family still has hope.

He can have another son and raise another heir.

Once you die, you have nothing left.

“Young man, what happened today was my fault.” Wang Haoying’s tone softened, and the anger and sorrow on his face were replaced by a humble smile. “I am willing to compensate you. Name your price, any amount is fine, as long as you can let me go.”

Yang Jian didn't say anything, and his figure disappeared from the spot.

The next instant, he appeared in front of Wang Haoying and raised the three-pointed double-edged sword.

The blade traced a silvery-white arc in the moonlight.

Chapter 128 Journey to the Far North

Wang Haoying was terrified.

He had lived so long and had never felt such a pure sense of death.

That feeling didn't come from the cold glint of a blade.

It comes from the person wielding the knife!

Yang Jian's eyes were calm, his breathing was steady, and he showed no murderous intent, no anger, and not even any emotional fluctuation.

But it was precisely this calm that instilled in Wang Haoying an unprecedented fear.

He hastily unleashed two defensive soul skills in quick succession.

He pushed the power of the Icefield Bear Martial Soul to its limit, causing all the gray-white fur on his body to stand up, and a thick layer of ice armor to form on his skin.

The ice armor was over a foot thick and as hard as iron; it was his trump card for survival.

He believed that he could withstand even an attack from a Title Douluo.

However, they miscalculated.

boom!

The three-pointed, double-edged sword fell down.

The ice armor shattered, breaking into countless pieces like glass.

The skin behind the ice armor was cut open, the muscles were cut open, and the bones were cut open.

Because the blade was so sharp, so sharp that before the nerves had a chance to transmit signals, Wang Haoying didn't even feel any pain before it had already cut through her.

"Young man, spare my life!" Wang Haoying was still begging for mercy, his voice hoarse and extremely disheveled.

Then, his body split open from the middle.

From the top of the head to the chin, from the chin to the chest, from the chest to the abdomen, and from the abdomen to the legs.

Spread your body to both sides.

His mouth was still opening and closing, his eyes were still open, his pupils were dilated and gradually lost their luster.

"Alas, one reaps what one sows."

Yang Jian sheathed his three-pointed double-edged sword, stood in the middle of the street, and glanced at the surrounding ruins.

Although that strike wasn't particularly powerful, the energy still managed to affect some of the buildings.

Several nearby shops collapsed, walls fell, and bricks and tiles were scattered all over the ground. Fortunately, the onlookers had all run away before the fight started, otherwise many people would have died.

He felt that he had done something to rid the people of a scourge.

The Wang family has bullied Fengxue City for so many years. Wang Teng, Wang Chengkun, and Wang Haoying—three generations of them—were all rotten. Now that they're all dead, even if the Wang family doesn't collapse, they won't be able to cause any more trouble.

He took out some gold soul coins and casually tossed them into the collapsed houses.

Not much, but enough to repair the house.

Then, he turned to look at Shui Bing'er, Shui Yue'er, and Li Liu.

The three men remained standing motionless, staring at Wang Haoying's corpse, their minds blank.

An 89th-level Contra Master died just like that?

Yang Jian nodded to them without saying anything, then looked back at the entrance of the restaurant where they had eaten earlier. Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, and Xiao Wu were all standing there, peeking out in their direction.

The three women each had a different expression.

Zhu Zhuqing remained calm, Ning Rongrong covered her mouth with both hands, and Xiao Wu dared not look at the corpse.

Yang Jian walked back to the hotel, told Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu to go and rest on their own, and then took Zhu Zhuqing back to their room.