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

In the current Hall of Offerings, only he and Golden Crocodile are still able to function normally, and their strength has been severely diminished.

The others are so bedridden that they can't even get out of bed, and it would be a decade before they can fully recover.

If we don't form an alliance with Yang Jian, it probably won't be long before Bibi Dong launches an attack.

At that time, the Offering Hall, having lost more than half of its high-end combat power, will definitely be unable to stop Bibi Dong.

The other side will definitely completely dominate the Spirit Hall.

Given Bibi Dong's personality, it's really hard to say what will happen.

Qian Daoliu did not want to see the Spirit Hall destroyed by Bibi Dong.

"I agree to your plan."

His voice carried a hint of helplessness and exhaustion.

Yang Jian nodded.

"A wise choice."

Qian Daoliu then said, "However, I have one more condition."

"explain."

Qian Daoliu took a deep breath, seemingly considering his words.

"After everything has settled down, I hope you will marry Xiaoxue."

Yang Jian's brows twitched slightly.

"why?"

Chapter 163 First Stop: Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan

Qian Daoliu sighed.

"As you know, the Spirit Hall has been managed by the Angel Clan for generations. The reason why Bibi Dong was made Pope was partly due to a sense of obligation, but the main reason was that Xiao Xue was, after all, her own flesh and blood. In the future, after Bibi Dong steps down, as long as I am alive, there will be an opportunity for Xiao Xue to take over the Spirit Hall again."

"But now, I estimate that I don't live for many more years and will be unable to protect Xiaoxue."

He clutched his chest.

Recalling the man in black I had faced in the Star Dou Great Forest not long ago.

That person was too strong, so strong that it made him despair.

He risked damaging his very essence to escape with a few brothers, but as a result, he was no longer the same as before.

He could feel his life force slipping away day by day, and he had at most ten more years to live.

"Therefore, I can only be a little selfish and choose to bind you and Xiaoxue in this way, which is equivalent to the Qian family still controlling the Spirit Hall, and the Angel Clan will not decline."

He finished speaking in one breath, then looked at Yang Jian, waiting for his reply.

Yang Jian looked at him and sighed inwardly.

The man who once stood at the pinnacle of the mainland has now reached this point.

For the sake of his granddaughter and the family, he had no choice but to bow down to a younger generation.

He could see Qian Daoliu's state and knew the other party's helplessness.

But he did not agree immediately.

"That depends on Qian Renxue's own thoughts; you have no right to decide."

Qian Daoliu nodded.

"I will speak with Xiaoxue myself. But you must promise that if Xiaoxue agrees, you must also agree. Otherwise, I will absolutely not cooperate with you."

Yang Jian thought about it and decided it didn't matter.

He didn't have any ill feelings towards Qian Renxue; on the contrary, he had quite a bit of goodwill towards her. If he could achieve his goal sooner through a marriage alliance, why not?

"Row."

Qian Daoliu nodded in satisfaction, took a deep breath, and waved his hand.

"You can leave now. In a few days, I will make my move against Bibi Dong."

Yang Jian turned and left the offering hall.

……

three days later.

Yang Jian was cultivating in the courtyard when he suddenly heard a loud noise from afar.

The sound was very loud, like something had exploded, and the entire Spirit Hall trembled slightly.

He opened his eyes, stood up, and walked out of the courtyard.

In the distance, two figures are facing off in the sky.

Qian Daoliu and Bibi Dong.

It's unclear what Qian Daoliu said to Bibi Dong, but Bibi Dong's expression was very unpleasant, and her eyes were glowing with a blood-red light.

She raised her scepter high, the gem at the top of the scepter shining with a dazzling dark red light.

Qian Daoliu remained silent. Behind him, a colossal phantom of an angel appeared, and golden light erupted from his body, turning half the sky gold.

The two immediately started fighting.

Yang Jian leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, watching quietly.

Hu Liena came out of the house and saw the battle in the sky, her mouth agape in surprise.

"What...what's going on?"

"Never mind," Yang Jian said calmly.

Hu Liena was very obedient and didn't ask any more questions.

She stood beside Yang Jian, looking up at the battle in the sky, but her eyes were full of worry.

The battle did not last long.

After all, Bibi Dong is still undergoing the divine test of the Rakshasa God, and her strength is not as good as Qian Daoliu, who is a peerless Douluo.

Although her attacks were fierce, each move was easily neutralized by Qian Daoliu.

Qian Daoliu seized an opening and struck Bibi Dong in the chest with a palm.

Bibi Dong's body fell like a meteor, crashing into the square in front of the Papal Palace, shattering the ground and sending dust billowing into the sky.

She crawled out of the rubble, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of her mouth, her eyes filled with anger and resentment.

"You old bastard, what exactly are you trying to do!"

Qian Daoliu descended from the sky and stood in front of her without saying a word.

He raised his hand and waved it, and the golden light transformed into a cage, enveloping Bibi Dong within it.

Bibi Dong struggled a few times, but found she couldn't break free. Her face turned pale, and her eyes were filled with disbelief.

"Qian Daoliu! How dare you imprison me! You're insane!"

Qian Daoliu remained silent, turned around, and walked towards the direction of the offering hall.

Bibi Dong roared behind him, her voice growing louder and sharper, but no one responded.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo stood at a distance, watching this scene, only daring to watch from the sidelines and not daring to help.

Their expressions were complex, a mixture of shock and fear.

When Qian Daoliu reached the entrance of the offering hall, he inadvertently glanced in Yang Jian's direction.

Yang Jian understood.

He knew it was time for him to get busy.

He turned and walked back into the courtyard, instructing Hu Liena: "Stay here and don't wander off."

Hu Liena didn't know what he wanted to do, but she didn't ask any further questions.

She nodded, took Yang Jian's hand, and spoke very softly.

"Be careful, remember to come back, I'll always be waiting for you."

Yang Jian hummed in agreement, then vanished from the spot in a flash.

Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan was his first target.

……

Yang Jian set off from the Spirit Hall and flew slowly eastward.

He wasn't in a hurry; after all, the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan wasn't going to grow legs and run away.

The scenery along the way is beautiful, with clear waters, lush mountains, and fragrant flowers. Occasionally, you can even see a few spirit beasts fighting in the forest.

He flew for three days and finally arrived at the territory of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan at dusk on the third day.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is located in a mountain range in the eastern part of the Heaven Dou Empire. The sect is built against the mountain and has a magnificent presence.

Looking into the distance, tall buildings stand on the mountainside, with blue bricks and gray tiles, upturned eaves and corners, shrouded in mist, appearing and disappearing in the mist.

The steps in front of the mountain gate extend from the foot of the mountain all the way to the mountainside, with more than a thousand steps. Each step is made of a whole piece of white stone, with stone pillars standing on both sides. The top of the pillars is carved with a lifelike and majestic statue of a blue lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex.

Yang Jian landed at the foot of the mountain and looked up at the huge mountain gate.

A plaque hangs above the door with six large characters written on it: Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

It was quite a coincidence that two people, an old man and a young man, were standing outside the mountain gate.

The older one wore gold-rimmed glasses and a gray robe, and was holding a book, pretending to flip through it.

The younger one, dressed in a blue outfit, kept his head down and remained silent, exuding a gloomy aura.

Tang San and Yu Xiaogang.

Yang Jian raised an eyebrow and listened from the sky for a while.

Yu Xiaogang was talking to the gatekeeper.