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

The doorman was an old man in his fifties, wearing a blue uniform. He was thin, with a face full of wrinkles, and his small eyes were half-open, making him look listless.

"I want to see my father, Yu Yuanzhen." Yu Xiaogang's voice was filled with pride and urgency. "I am his son, don't you recognize me?"

The gatekeeper looked him up and down and shook his head.

"I don't know him. Sect Master Yu Yuanzhen's son? I've never heard of him. You should leave. The sect master isn't here, and even if he were, he wouldn't see you."

Chapter 164 An Unexpected Encounter with an Old Acquaintance

Yu Xiaogang's expression was somewhat unpleasant, but he held back.

He took a letter out of his pocket and handed it to the doorman.

"This is a handwritten letter. Please pass it on to my father. Tell him that his son, Yu Xiaogang, has important business to discuss. It is of great importance, and you cannot afford to delay him."

The gatekeeper took the letter, glanced at it, looked at Yu Xiaogang, and then returned it to him.

"I told you, the sect leader isn't here. Come back another day."

Yu Xiaogang's patience finally ran out.

He took a deep breath, puffed out his chest, and spoke with a hint of threat in his voice.

"Do you know who I am? I am Bibi Dong, the Pope of the Spirit Hall, and her close friend. Do you believe that I can make you regret it with just one word?"

The doorman's expression finally changed slightly.

His eyes widened slightly as he looked Yu Xiaogang up and down, then curled his lip in a disdainful smile.

"If you're that Pope of the Spirit Hall's close friend, then I'm his father. Get out of here, don't get in my way."

Yu Xiaogang was so angry he was trembling, but he was helpless.

He turned to look at Tang San beside him and said in a low voice, "Little San, don't worry. Let me think of another way."

Tang San didn't speak, he just lowered his head, like a soulless puppet.

Yang Jian stood in the sky and listened to most of what was said.

He roughly understood that Yu Xiaogang wanted to ask Yu Yuanzhen for a kind of spiritual medicine to help Tang San improve his strength. He kept praising how talented Tang San was, saying that he was his disciple and therefore a member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Unfortunately, Yu Yuanzhen had already been killed by him.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is currently concealing the news, but internally it must be in complete chaos, so they don't have time to deal with them.

Yang Jian chuckled, and in a flash, appeared in front of the mountain gate.

"You little punk, we meet again."

Tang San's body trembled violently. He looked up and saw Yang Jian's face, which had a half-smile, but whose eyes were filled with fear and anger.

His lips trembled as he tried to say something, but it was as if something was blocking his throat, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Yu Xiaogang was startled and instinctively took two steps back.

He looked closely and recognized Yang Jian.

"You're Yang Jian?" Yu Xiaogang frowned, his tone scrutinizing.

Yang Jian looked at him with great interest, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"That's me. Why are you asking?"

Yu Xiaogang straightened his back, pushed up his glasses, put his hands behind his back, and struck a mysterious pose.

His chin was slightly raised, and his eyes held a condescending air.

“I am a master; you should have heard of me.”

"Oh." Yang Jian nodded. "I've heard of it."

Yu Xiaogang's lips curled up.

"Some time ago, you ruined many of Xiao San's opportunities, including the Soul Ring, the External Soul Bone, the sacrifice of the Blue Silver King, and you even killed his uncle."

"This is too much!"

Yang Jian raised an eyebrow.

"So what? What exactly are you trying to say?"

Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath, his tone carrying a hint of pride and warning.

"You may not know this, but Bibi Dong, the current Pope of the Spirit Hall, is actually very close to me. We are childhood sweethearts, inseparable since we were little. I have been the one who advised her on many things behind the scenes."

He paused, then looked directly at Yang Jian.

"Here's what we'll do: apologize to my apprentice now, and promise never to bully the mistress again. I'll be magnanimous and let this go."

Yu Xiaogang was very confident at this moment.

Although Yang Jian killed Tang Xiao back then, he was ultimately a member of the Spirit Hall.

He didn't think this kid was a match for Bibi Dong, and he certainly didn't think the other party would dare to ignore Bibi Dong.

Taking this opportunity, he could not only show off his connections and strength to Tang San, but also let the gatekeeper who had stopped him earlier know how powerful he was, and quickly go in to report.

Yu Xiaogang was calculating his plans meticulously.

Yang Jian looked at the guy and smiled.

He never expected that Yu Xiaogang would be so brain-dead.

A level 29 piece of trash, not even worthy to carry Tang San's shoes, yet he dares to act like a big shot in front of him.

He was too lazy to say anything more, so he raised his hand and slapped her.

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of a slap echoed in front of the mountain gate. Yu Xiaogang's body spun 360 degrees in the air before crashing heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

His gold-rimmed glasses flew off and landed on the ground, shattering into pieces.

His cheeks were swollen high, a trickle of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and he felt as if every bone in his body was broken.

The gatekeeper stood at the door, watching this scene, his mouth agape enough to fit an egg.

"You dare hit me?" Yu Xiaogang scrambled to his feet, covering his face, his voice sharp and urgent. "You brat, you're too arrogant! Aren't you afraid of Bibi Dong punishing you?"

Yang Jian yawned and casually sent Tang San flying again.

Tang San's body flew out like a cannonball, crashing into a stone pillar next to the mountain gate, which then developed a crack.

He fell to the ground, spitting blood and seeing stars.

Tang San was stunned.

I didn't say a word, so why should I get beaten?

Yang Jian turned around to face the gate of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan.

His voice wasn't loud, but it was infused with soul power and resonated throughout every corner of the entire mountain.

"Listen up, all members of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan! Come out now, or you will all die today!"

The sound echoed through the mountains, rustling the leaves and startling countless birds into flight.

Soon, a cacophony of footsteps echoed from inside the mountain gate.

A group of people poured out from inside, including the old and the young, men and women.

They wore matching blue uniforms with the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex emblem embroidered on their chests.

Some people were holding weapons, some were possessed by martial spirits, and some were still fastening their belts.

"Who goes there? How dare you cause trouble at the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?"

"Just a kid? Who gave him the guts?"

"Don't you know our sect leader is a Title Douluo? Are you tired of living?"

Discussions rose and fell, some with disdain, some with curiosity, and some with anger.

But nobody took Yang Jian seriously.

A burly middle-aged man stepped out from the crowd, pointed at Yang Jian, and shouted, "Boy, who are you? How dare you cause trouble in our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan? You're tired of living!"

Yang Jian glanced at him and casually slapped him across the face.

The middle-aged man's head exploded like a watermelon, his body swayed twice, and then he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Blood splattered all over the ground.

The crowd fell silent for a moment, then erupted in uproar.

"He killed Elder Wang!"

"Everyone, attack together and kill him!"

"Avenge Elder Wang!"

Several elders with cultivation levels at the Soul Emperor and Soul Saint levels rushed out, their Martial Souls activated, their Soul Rings glowing, and they pounced towards Yang Jian.

Yang Jian looked at them, his heart unmoved.

He didn't even know when he had become so indifferent to life.

Killing is as natural as drinking water or eating; there's no psychological burden involved.

Perhaps it began when he cultivated the Dharma of Heaven and Earth, or perhaps it was after returning from the City of Slaughter.

He couldn't explain it, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

The law of the jungle, survival of the fittest, has always been this way.

Chapter 165 Jade Crown: What do you mean?

Yang Jian raised his hand and unleashed several punches.

Golden light erupted from his fist, transforming into bursts of energy that precisely struck the chests of the elders.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

With a series of muffled thuds, the bodies of the elders exploded like balloons, turning into fragments on the ground before they could even scream.