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

Three days later, Yang Jian arrived at Haotian Sect.

The Haotian Sect is located in a deep mountain in the western part of the Tiandou Empire. The mountain is high and the forest is dense, and it is rarely visited by people.

Yang Jian inquired along the way and finally found the small village at the foot of the mountain.

The village is small, with only a few dozen households.

Yang Jian did not stay in the village and went straight up the mountain.

The mountain road was rugged and difficult to travel, but it was like walking on flat ground for him.

After walking for about half an hour, he arrived at a cliff halfway up the mountain.

On the other side of the cliff is the mountain gate of Haotian Sect, and the two mountains are connected only by an iron chain.

The iron chain, as thick as an arm, swayed slightly in the wind. Below lay a bottomless abyss, shrouded in mist and clouds.

Yang Jian stepped onto the iron chain and walked across it step by step.

The iron chains swayed beneath his feet, but he walked steadily, his robes fluttering in the wind.

After crossing the iron chain, Yang Jian officially arrived at the Haotian Sect.

The Haotian Sect was built on a flat area on the mountaintop, surrounded by cliffs, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack.

The sect's architecture was ancient and grand. In the square in front of the mountain gate, dozens of disciples were practicing hammer techniques. The Haotian Hammer in their hands was powerful and the hammer shadows were numerous.

As soon as Yang Jian stepped onto the square, he was stopped by two disciples guarding the gate.

"Halt! Who are you? The Haotian Sect does not welcome outsiders."

Yang Jian didn't bother to explain and continued walking forward.

Two disciples reached out to stop him, but he casually waved his hand, and the two flew out, crashed to the ground, and fainted.

The disciples in the square stopped what they were doing and turned to look at Yang Jian.

"Who are you? How dare you trespass into the Haotian Sect?"

"court death!"

"Let's go together!"

Several hot-blooded young disciples raised the Haotian Hammer and charged towards Yang Jian.

Yang Jian didn't stop, casually throwing a punch at each of them.

The disciples were sent flying like kites with broken strings, crashing to the ground, spitting blood, unable to get up.

More people surged forward, but Yang Jian was like an emotionless machine, punching, kicking, and slapping them one by one.

Without using his martial spirit or soul skills, he used only his physical strength to send all the disciples who rushed up flying.

The disciples of the Haotian Sect finally became afraid.

They dared not charge any further, but instead took a few steps back, watching Yang Jian from a distance with fear in their eyes.

"Quickly, go and fetch the elder!"

"Where is the elder? Why hasn't the elder arrived yet?"

"This person is too strong; we are no match for him!"

Yang Jian stood in the center of the square, looked up, and gazed at the buildings of the Haotian Sect.

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

"Everyone, come out."

The sound echoed through the mountains, making the leaves rustle.

Soon, disciples of the Haotian Sect poured out from various buildings, including the old and the young, men and women.

They were dressed in matching gray robes and held Haotian Hammers, surrounding Yang Jian in the middle.

"Who are you? What are you doing at the Haotian Sect?"

"This kid is so arrogant, daring to cause trouble at the Haotian Sect all by himself?"

"Everyone, charge at him and smash him to death!"

Yang Jian looked at them, her tone calm.

"I'm here to destroy this sect."

The square was quiet for a moment, then erupted into chaos.

"Destroy the entire sect? Just by yourself?"

"Hahahaha, that's hilarious! Who do you think you are?"

"Boy, you probably don't know what the Haotian Sect is, do you?"

Yang Jian did not laugh.

He was very clear-headed.

He had already imprisoned Tang Hao, killed Tang Xiao, the Earth-Splitting Douluo, and the Blazing Sun Douluo, and had long since become sworn enemies with the Clear Sky Sect.

If we let Haotian Sect go today, who can guarantee that these people won't retaliate in the future?

He himself is not afraid, but what about his brother and sister?

What about Zhu Zhuqing and Hu Liena?

The Haotian Sect couldn't deal with him, but dealing with his family members would be a piece of cake.

He won't let that happen.

His older brother and younger sister, in particular, have always been the people he cherishes most.

To be honest, he still appears to be quite close to Zhu Zhuqing and Hu Liena, but in reality, his feelings for them have gradually faded.

I can't say for sure why, but even if those two people died, he probably wouldn't shed a tear.

His only weakness in this world was his brother and sister.

"Kid, you're too arrogant!" A burly man stepped out from the crowd, raised the Haotian Hammer, and smashed it towards Yang Jian.

His cultivation level is Soul Saint, making him one of the top experts in the Haotian Sect.

Yang Jian raised his hand and slapped the burly man, sending him flying like a fly that had been swatted away. He crashed into the stone wall at the edge of the square, leaving a human-shaped dent in the wall.

He slid to the ground, motionless, spitting blood, his fate unknown.

"Let's fight him!"

"kill!"

More disciples rushed forward.

Yang Jian stood still, punching out with both fists at once, like whack-a-mole, one punch after another.

None of the disciples who rushed up could get within three meters of him; they were all sent flying by the force of his punches.

Some people were thrown more than ten meters, some were thrown dozens of meters, and some were thrown directly off the cliff. Their screams echoed in the valley, growing farther and farther away, and fainter and fainter.

In less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, the square was covered with people lying on the ground.

Some were groaning, some were convulsing, and some were already motionless.

The disciples of the Haotian Sect finally broke down.

They dared not charge any further and scattered in all directions. Some ran towards the back mountain, some towards the main hall, and some jumped off the cliff.

Yang Jian did not pursue.

He stood there, waiting.

Soon, three figures flew out from the depths of the Haotian Sect, moving with lightning speed.

Three people, three titled Douluo.

Gale Douluo is slender with long hair, and his Clear Sky Hammer glows with a blue light.

Senran Douluo, with a sinister face, wore a long black robe, and black mist swirled around his Haotian Hammer.

Lei Tian Douluo was a burly man with short hair, and blue arcs of electricity crackled on his Haotian Hammer.

They landed in the square and saw corpses and blood everywhere; their expressions changed drastically.

"Who are you? How dare you commit violence at the Haotian Sect!" Gale Douluo's voice was filled with rage.

Yang Jian did not answer.

He didn't want to answer, and he was too lazy to answer.

"You're courting death!" Thunder God Douluo roared in fury. He flashed and appeared in front of Yang Jian, his Clear Sky Hammer crackling with blue electricity as he smashed down toward Yang Jian's head.

Yang Jian raised his right hand and threw a punch.

The fist collided with the Haotian Hammer, producing a dull, loud thud.

Lei Tian Douluo's body flew out like a cannonball, crashing into a large tree and falling to the ground, spitting out blood.

A crack appeared on his Haotian Hammer, and a gash appeared in the mouth of his hand.

Gale Douluo and Senran Douluo exchanged a glance and attacked simultaneously.

One on the left and one on the right, attacking from both sides.

The Haotian Hammer, carrying a blue light and black mist, smashed towards Yang Jian.

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Yang Jian threw out both fists simultaneously, one aimed at Gale Douluo and the other at Senran Douluo.

Two more loud bangs rang out, and Gale Douluo and Senran Douluo were also sent flying, crashing to the ground and spitting out blood.

The three titled Douluo got up from the ground and looked at Yang Jian with disbelief in their eyes.

The three of them working together couldn't even stop this boy's punch?

Just how strong is this person?

"Martial Soul True Form!"