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

The crowd fell silent again.

This time, there was deathly silence.

No one spoke, no one moved, and no one even dared to breathe loudly.

Those disciples who were just shouting suddenly felt their legs go weak, their faces turned pale, and some even collapsed to the ground, losing control of their bladders.

Those elders were the strongest among them, Soul Emperors and Soul Saints, yet they couldn't even withstand a single punch from this young man.

The old gatekeeper had already hidden behind the door, only half of his face showing, his eyes wide open.

Yu Xiaogang lay on the ground, trembling all over, too afraid to raise his head.

Tang San leaned against a stone pillar, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Watching all this, a deep sense of powerlessness welled up within him. His fear of Yang Jian had seeped into his very bones, almost extinguishing even his hatred.

A figure walked out from inside the mountain gate.

He was an old man, burly and with a resolute face, whose features bore a resemblance to Yu Yuanzhen.

Yu Luomian, the vice sect leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, is Yu Yuanzhen's younger brother.

He saw the corpses on the ground, the blood everywhere, and the disciples slumped on the ground. His face was extremely gloomy, and his eyes were filled with anger and killing intent.

"Who are you? How dare you cause trouble in my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!" Yu Luomian's voice was extremely deep, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

But he still retained his rationality.

He didn't make a move directly because he couldn't see through the strength of the young man in front of him.

His intuition told him that this person was dangerous, very dangerous.

Yang Jian looked at him, her tone indifferent.

"I come from the Spirit Hall, and today I'm giving your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan two choices."

He held up one finger.

"First, surrender and become a vassal of the Spirit Hall. That way, you can preserve your lineage, your disciples can continue to cultivate, your businesses can continue to operate, and your bloodline can continue."

He raised his second finger.

"Second, death! Leave no one alive."

Yu Luomian's expression changed.

His fists clenched so tightly they cracked, veins bulged on his forehead, and the anger in his heart almost burned away his reason.

But I held back.

Because Yu Yuanzhen has been missing for a long time.

He never came back after that trip.

He sent people to inquire everywhere, but there was no news; perhaps it was being covered up by some force.

The Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan is leaderless and in complete chaos.

Although he was the deputy sect leader, he lacked prestige and could not control the elders and hall masters at all.

He lacked the confidence to confront the Spirit Hall.

“I can’t make that decision.” Yu Luomian took a deep breath, suppressing his anger. “We have to wait for the sect leader to return and decide. Come back another day.”

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian took out a soul bone from his storage soul tool and casually threw it on the ground.

The soul bone is deep blue, emitting faint arcs of electricity, and its patterns are complex and exquisite.

“No need to wait any longer. You are now the strongest person in your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and you should rightfully succeed as the clan leader.” Yang Jian pointed at Yu Luomian. “Now, give me an answer.”

Yu Luomian looked down at the soul bones on the ground, her pupils suddenly contracting.

He recognized the soul bone; it was the treasured heirloom of their Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, passed down through generations and always worn by the clan leader.

He was very familiar with the aura on the soul bone; it was the aura of his elder brother, Yu Yuanzhen.

Can't go wrong.

Yu Yuanzhen is dead.

Among the crowd standing not far away, several older elders also recognized the soul bone.

Their faces turned deathly pale, and their bodies began to tremble.

"That's the sect leader's soul bone!"

"The sect leader... he's dead?"

"The Spirit Hall! The Spirit Hall killed our sect leader!"

The elders' eyes turned red; their anger clouded their judgment.

They pointed at Yang Jian, their voices shrill.

"How dare the Spirit Hall kill our sect leader! The three upper sects are all in cahoots, are you trying to start a war with them?"

"Let's go find the Clear Sky Sect! Let's go find the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect! The three sects will join forces to destroy the Spirit Hall!"

"Yes! Destroy the Spirit Hall!"

Behind the gatehouse, Yu Xiaogang lay on the ground and heard these words, feeling as if he had been struck by lightning.

Yu Yuanzhen is dead.

His father died.

His mind went blank, and his ears were ringing.

He kept repeating "Impossible, impossible."

Yang Jian didn't even glance at them.

He held up three fingers.

"Three breaths."

"If you don't surrender within three breaths, I will start killing people."

"three."

His voice was calm.

But everyone present felt that chilling, bone-chilling killing intent.

The elders exchanged glances, gritted their teeth, and simultaneously activated their martial spirits.

"Let's fight him!"

"Do you think he can take on all of us by himself?"

"kill!"

They rushed forward.

The four elders, one Soul Douluo, and three Soul Saints are all core members of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Yang Jian sighed.

He raised his hand and casually unleashed a few punches.

The golden fist force sliced ​​through the air, producing a sharp sonic boom.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The bodies of the four elders exploded simultaneously, turning into four clouds of blood mist.

Blood and bits of flesh rained down, staining the steps in front of the mountain gate red.

The disciples of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan were all dumbfounded.

Several of the more timid individuals collapsed to the ground, trembling all over.

Even some of the braver ones felt their legs go weak and had to hold onto the wall to stay upright.

Several others had already vomited and were lying on the roadside dry heaving.

The four elders couldn't even withstand a single move.

Yu Luomian's face was extremely ugly, but he dared not move.

He knew he was no match for the boy.

This young man's strength has probably already surpassed that of his elder brother, Yu Yuanzhen.

Yang Jian read the number two.

"two."

His gaze swept over everyone present, finally settling on Yu Luomian.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Yu Luomian's forehead. He gritted his teeth and finally spoke.

"I agree."

His voice carried a hint of humiliation and resentment.

"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan shall now submit to the Spirit Hall."

But he had a different plan in mind.

First, keep this troublesome figure in check. When the opportunity arises later, we can unite with the Clear Sky Sect and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School to launch a counterattack against the Spirit Hall.

He refused to believe that a mere Yang Jian could withstand the combined forces of the three upper sects.

Yang Jian looked into his eyes, a slight smile playing on her lips.

He could guess what Yu Luomian was thinking, but he didn't care.

Because Yu Luomian is certain to die today.

"Alright, now there's one last step."

His gaze turned cold.

“All of Yu Yuanzhen and Yu Luomian’s direct relatives stepped forward.”

Yu Luomian's pupils suddenly contracted.

"What do you mean?"