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

Yang Jian's tone was very calm.

“I have embarked on this path, and naturally I must continue down it. I have already killed Yu Yuanzhen, and as his younger brother, you are bound to cause trouble in the future. So you must die today. And so will your descendants.”

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was like a knife, piercing Yu Luomian's heart.

Chapter 166 Completely Destroys Yu Xiaogang

Yu Luomian's expression changed completely.

His lips were trembling, his legs were weak, and his mind was blank.

He doesn't want to die.

He's been the deputy sect leader for so many years, and he still hasn't had enough.

His son, daughter, grandson, and granddaughter were all panicked.

Some people screamed, some cried, and some turned and ran.

The fastest runner was Yu Luomian's youngest son. He possessed his martial spirit and transformed into a blue lightning bolt, rushing towards the mountain gate.

Yang Jian's gaze was indifferent, even revealing a hint of indifference towards life.

He stood there, like a god high above, looking down on a group of ants.

He flipped his right hand, and a three-pointed double-edged sword appeared in his palm. With a casual wave, a blade of energy flew out from the blade, so fast that it was almost invisible to the naked eye.

The blade's energy caught up with the fleeing young man and slashed across his waist.

The young man's body split in two, his upper body flew out, and his lower body ran a couple of steps on the ground before crashing to the ground.

The others who tried to escape were also caught up by the blade's energy and fell one by one.

Some were cut in two, some were split in half, and some had their heads blown off while their bodies remained standing.

Screams rose and fell, but soon fell silent.

In less than ten breaths, all those who had fled had turned into corpses.

Blood flowed like a river on the open ground in front of the mountain gate, and the air was filled with a strong stench of blood.

Those disciples who hadn't fled collapsed to the ground, trembling all over, too afraid to even breathe.

Looking at the corpses scattered on the ground and those once-familiar faces, Yu Luomian felt a deep sense of despair.

He knew he couldn't escape, but he still wanted to make one last struggle.

"Please, don't kill me." Yu Luomian's knees buckled, and he knelt on the ground. "I'll give you anything you want. Gold soul coins, soul bones, property, anything. I guarantee that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan will wholeheartedly submit to the Spirit Hall and have no other intentions."

Yang Jian looked at him without saying a word.

Yu Luomian continued, "I can also help you contact the Clear Sky Sect and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to persuade them to submit to the Spirit Hall. I still have some influence in the three upper sects, and they will definitely consider it if I ask."

Yang Jian shook his head.

"Are you finished speaking?"

Yu Luomian's pupils contracted.

"Now that we've finished talking, let's get going."

Yang Jian raised his three-pointed, double-edged sword and slashed down.

The blade cleaved in from the top of Yu Luomian's head and out from between her legs.

His body split open from the middle.

Yang Jian sheathed his sword, glanced at the trembling disciples, and said calmly, "Who recognizes the direct bloodline of Yu Yuanzhen and Yu Luomian? Step forward and identify them. Each one who identifies will live. If no one identifies, everyone will die."

After a few moments of silence, a thin young man stood up from the crowd.

His legs were trembling, and his voice was trembling.

"I...I know."

"The direct bloodline of Sect Master Yu Yuanzhen, apart from Yu Xiaogang who is already dead... no, Yu Xiaogang is still alive."

"And there's Yu Tianheng, but you've already crippled him, and we don't know where he is now."

“The direct descendants of Vice Sect Master Yu Luomian include his three sons, two daughters, seven grandsons, four granddaughters, and his illegitimate daughter Liu Erlong, who does not bear the surname Yu and lives in Lanba Academy in Tiandou City.”

Yang Jian nodded.

"lead the way."

The thin young man led Yang Jian on a tour inside the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Wherever he went, he would point out a person.

Yang Jian didn't waste any words and killed them one by one with a single strike.

Yu Luomian's eldest son died.

The second son died.

The third son died.

The eldest daughter died.

The second daughter died.

Grandsons and granddaughters, one by one, were killed.

Some cried out, some begged for mercy, and some tried to resist, but it was all in vain.

Yang Jian's knife was too fast; so fast that they didn't even have time to react.

In less than half an hour, the direct bloodlines of Yu Yuanzhen and Yu Luomian were basically all eliminated.

Yang Jian did the math and realized that, apart from two people, everyone else was dead.

The first one is Yu Xiaogang outside, and the second one is Liu Erlong, Yu Luomian's illegitimate daughter. I almost forgot about this woman.

Yang Jian casually instructed, "Clean this place up. The Spirit Hall will send people to take over in a few days. Just cooperate and everything will be fine."

The disciples nodded repeatedly, like chicks pecking at rice.

Yang Jian turned and walked out of the mountain gate.

Outside the mountain gate, Yu Xiaogang was still lying on the ground, weeping bitterly.

His tears and snot mingled and streamed down his face. His gold-rimmed glasses were broken, his hair was a mess, his clothes were dirty, and he looked as disheveled as a stray dog.

Tang San leaned against a stone pillar not far away, head down, silent, his face expressionless, his eyes as empty as two dry wells.

Yang Jian walked up to Yu Xiaogang and looked down at him.

Yu Xiaogang looked up and saw Yang Jian's calm face. He trembled with fear, shrank back, and crawled backward with his hands on the ground.

"No...don't kill me." His voice was filled with fear. "You can't kill me. I am a master, my knowledge of martial spirits is unparalleled. No one on the entire continent understands martial spirit theory better than me. If you keep me alive, I can definitely help you."

Yang Jian didn't speak, she just looked at him.

Yu Xiaogang continued, "I can help you research spirit ring configuration, spirit evolution, and anything else you want to research. I can also help you cultivate talent. Don't you have many people under you? They need my guidance."

Yang Jian remained silent.

Yu Xiaogang grew anxious, his voice becoming even more urgent: "Think about it, a powerful force not only needs strong individuals, but also theorists. I am that theorist! Killing me will not benefit you at all; keeping me alive will allow me to create greater value for you."

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

"Are you finished speaking?"

Yu Xiaogang's expression changed.

He sensed the murderous intent in Yang Jian's words, and with a determined heart, decided to try a different approach.

"You'd better think this through! My relationship with Bibi Dong is extraordinary, and she won't stand idly by! If you kill me, she will definitely hold you accountable! You're now a member of the Spirit Hall, and if you offend the Pope, how will you ever be able to stay in the Spirit Hall again?"

Yang Jian rolled her eyes.

He originally wanted to kill Yu Xiaogang directly, but after thinking about it, he felt it was pointless.

A level 29 piece of trash, killing him is no different than killing an ant.

It's better to make him suffer a fate worse than a quick death.

He raised his right hand and slapped Yu Xiaogang on the lower abdomen.

The power of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts flowed into Yu Xiaogang's dantian through his palm, shattering it into pieces.

Yu Xiaogang let out a shrill scream, curling up into a ball. He could feel his soul power draining away wildly, like a flood bursting its banks.

His cultivation level is declining.

Level 29, Level 28, Level 27... Level 10, Level 9, Level 8... and finally it became zero.

He's not even at level one anymore; he's not even as good as an ordinary person.

An ordinary person's dantian is intact, but it lacks soul power.

His dantian was shattered, leaving him with no possibility of cultivation.

Chapter 167 Annihilation of a Sect

"You...you destroyed my dantian?"

Yu Xiaogang's voice was trembling, and his eyes were filled with despair.

Yang Jian did not answer.

He turned around and glanced at Tang San.

Tang San lowered his head, not daring to look at him.

Yang Jian didn't say anything, and with a flash, he flew into the sky.

Tang San leaned against the stone pillar, watching Yang Jian's figure disappear into the horizon, a feeling he couldn't quite describe welled up inside him.

He once thought he could take revenge, and he once thought he could surpass Yang Jian.

But now, he can't even see Yang Jian's back anymore.

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