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

Fearing that Yang Jian might change his mind, she grabbed the Demon King and ran away.

She dragged the Demon King along, and he staggered into the sky.

The two transformed into a streak of green light and disappeared into the night sky.

Yang Jian watched their departing figures, then withdrew his gaze. Without lingering, he turned and flew to the corpses of Earth-Splitting Douluo, Blazing Sun Douluo, and Yu Yuanzhen, and began to loot their bodies.

A powerful expert at the Title Douluo level should possess a soul bone.

Subsequently, he found a right arm bone on the Earth-Splitting Douluo, a left leg bone on the Blazing Sun Douluo, and two soul bones on Yu Yuanzhen: a right leg bone and a torso bone.

He searched through the corpses of those Contras and found two soul bones: a left arm bone and a head soul bone.

The quality varies.

Yang Jian stored all the soul bones into his storage soul tool and left happily.

The moon has moved from the east to the west, and dawn will break in a few hours.

Yang Jian determined the direction and flew towards Tian Dou City.

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In the days that followed, Yang Jian stayed at home every day to cultivate the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts and comprehend the laws of heaven and earth.

Every morning he would get up early, sit cross-legged under the osmanthus tree in the courtyard, close his eyes, and practice his internal energy cultivation. His aura grew stronger day by day, and his understanding of the law of heaven and earth deepened little by little.

He cultivated during the day and rarely left the courtyard except for eating and using the toilet.

In the evenings, he would also take time to guide Zhu Zhuqing in her cultivation practice.

Zhu Zhuqing has cultivated the Two-Nine Mysterious Technique to the third level, greatly improving her physical fitness and breaking through to level forty-one with her soul power. Her fighting style is becoming increasingly fierce and decisive.

Yang Jian watched her progress and nodded inwardly.

Yang Jiao and Yang Chan also began studying at the Soul Master Academy in Tiandou City.

Qian Renxue made very thoughtful arrangements, finding them the best class and the best teacher.

Yang Jiao's trident martial soul caused quite a stir and was considered a top-tier weapon martial soul. His teachers had high hopes for him.

Yang Chan's Lotus Lantern Martial Soul shocked everyone. Its all-around support abilities, including healing, detoxification, dispelling, and buffing, were unique in the entire academy.

The brother and sister were very popular at school, going to school happily every day and returning home cheerfully.

Life is so carefree.

One morning three months later, Yang Jian opened his eyes from his cultivation and exhaled a long breath.

A golden glint flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

The principles of Heaven and Earth have been grasped; you've entered the gate!

Chapter 146 Slaughter City

After three months of arduous practice, Yang Jian finally reached the entry-level understanding of the Law of Heaven and Earth, and was able to barely perform it.

Although it's just the beginning, its power is still limited, and its duration is short, it represents a qualitative change.

The hardest step is to go from nothing to something, from zero to one.

Once you take this step, the rest will be much easier.

Yang Jian stood up from the ground, clenched his fist, felt the surging power within him, and a sense of exhilaration welled up in his heart.

He wanted to test the power of the Heavenly Manifestation Technique, but it was certainly impossible to do so in Heavenly Dou City.

The kind of skill that can transform one into a hundred feet tall and shatter a mountain with a single palm strike, when used in Tiandou City, is no different from demolishing the city.

After thinking it over, he decided to head to the Killing City.

In a place like the Killing City, there are no rules, no laws, only the strong who are respected and the weak who are preyed upon.

It's perfect for his trial.

Moreover, the City of Slaughter also contains the God of Slaughter's Domain, the inheritance of the God of Asura, and Tang Chen.

If we can also destroy the Killing City along the way, that would be a good thing.

Having made up his mind, Yang Jian said goodbye to his family.

Yang patted him on the shoulder and said, "Be careful."

Yang Chan hugged him, her eyes reddening, and said, "Come back soon."

Zhu Zhuqing didn't say anything, but simply straightened his collar, her fingers lingering on his collarbone for a moment before withdrawing.

Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu stood in the corner.

Yang Jian walked out of the courtyard, leaped into the air, and flew high into the sky.

He didn't bring anyone with him, since bringing anyone would only be a burden; it was better to be alone.

Three days later, Yang Jian arrived in the Killing City.

The Killing Capital is located in the northwest corner of the continent, in a desolate desert.

Yellow sand filled the sky, not a blade of grass grew, and even birds refused to fly over it.

There was a huge pit in the ground, with black plants growing around its edges, as if it had been burned.

There is a tavern at the bottom of the pit.

Yang Jian entered the tavern and ordered a Bloody Mary.

He tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp, then threw the cup on the ground and walked into a passageway.

The walls on both sides of the passage are carved with countless skulls, and the eyes of the skulls burn with eerie green flames, making the passage look like a ghostly realm.

At the end of the passage was a huge iron gate with a blood-red skull symbol engraved on it.

Yang Jian pushed open the iron gate and went inside.

The City of Slaughter.

This is an underground city, without sunlight, without moon, without stars.

The sky was black, the ground was red, and the air was filled with the stench of blood and decay.

The buildings on both sides of the street are crooked and look like they could collapse at any moment.

The pedestrians on the street were dressed in all sorts of clothes, men and women, young and old, but everyone's eyes were cold, as cold as ice.

"Hey kid, new here?"

Just then, a burly man walked out of the alley, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. "Do you know the rules? When a newcomer comes in, he must first kneel down and kowtow to the seniors."

Yang Jian neither spoke nor moved.

The burly man's face darkened. "I'm talking to you, are you deaf?"

Yang Jian glanced at him as if he were an ant, then turned and left.

The burly man got angry and reached out to grab Yang Jian's shoulder.

"Trying to run? I won't yell until I beat the shit out of you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yang Jian's fist had already landed on his chest.

The burly man's body flew out like a cannonball, smashing through the wall and landing motionless on the street. His chest caved in, and blood gushed from the corner of his mouth, quickly staining the ground red.

Everyone around was stunned, but more people were numb, clearly having gotten used to it.

Yang Jian continued walking forward, feeling that his soul power was being suppressed and he couldn't mobilize it at all.

In this place, no soul skills can be used; one can only fight with one's physical body.

But for him, this was not a problem at all.

After cultivating the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, his physical strength had reached a terrifying level; even without soul power, he could still fight.

However, in fact, he is still able to use soul power.

As for why?

It's probably because he practiced the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts.

Along the way, many people tried to kill Yang Jian, but he easily dealt with them all.

One punch, one kick, one kill.

Yang Jian was annoyed by the sheer number of questions.

Therefore, he did not want to linger on the street and planned to go directly to the King of Slaughter, Tang Chen, who was possessed by the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King.

Yang Jian walked on the streets of the Killing City. The stone slabs under his feet were stained dark red with blood, and they felt sticky when he stepped on them, making a faint sound.

The buildings on both sides of the street were crooked and twisted, with knife and sword marks covering the walls, and dried bits of flesh embedded in some places.

The air was thick with the stench of blood.

Every few steps he took, he would encounter some foolish and depraved individuals.

Those people had been in the killing city for too long and had long lost their minds, leaving only their beastly instincts.

Seeing that Yang Jian was a stranger, they assumed he was an easy newcomer to bully, so they rushed out from the shadows, brandishing their swords and attacking him.

Yang Jian didn't waste any words, he punched them one by one.

His fists landed on the fallen ones, not breaking bones, but piercing their bodies.

Some had their heads smashed, some had their chests pierced, and some were blown into a cloud of blood mist.

He killed them cleanly and calmly.

These people have blood on their hands; they deserve to die a hundred times over.

Therefore, Yang Jian felt no guilt at all.

By the time Yang Jian walked from the city gate into the depths of the neighborhood, he had killed no fewer than fifty people.

Not a drop of blood was on his clothes.

His expression remained unchanged.

He continued walking, heading towards the core area of ​​the Killing City.