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

Yang Jian put down his teacup, too lazy to prove anything to Tang Yuehua, got up and walked to her side, patting her shoulder.

Tang Yuehua's body trembled, but she did not look up.

"Take care of yourself from now on."

With his palm on Tang Yuehua's shoulder, the power of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts flowed into her body through his palm, precisely finding her martial soul and then crushing it.

Tang Yuehua let out a muffled groan, her body trembling violently.

She could feel that her martial spirit had shattered, turning into countless fragments that dissipated into the air.

Her soul power dissipated, and she went from being a soul master to an ordinary person.

Even future generations will not be able to inherit the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul.

"Never again."

Yang Jian withdrew his hand, turned around, and walked out of the private room.

He did not kill Tang Yuehua.

It wasn't because he was soft-hearted, but because Tang Yuehua's attitude was very good.

From the moment she entered until now, she has shown no hostility, no threats, no curses; she has simply been dutifully serving tea and water.

If she were like those people from the Haotian Sect, shouting for battle from the start, Yang Jian wouldn't mind sending her on her way.

Therefore, first impressions are very important.

If those people had treated him with courtesy when he went to the Haotian Sect before, he might have spared their lives.

Unfortunately, no if.

Yang Jian walked out of Yuexuan, stood on the steps at the entrance, and looked up at the sky.

The sun was already setting in the west, and the horizon was tinged with an orange-red hue.

Next stop, Blue Tyrant Academy.

Yang Jian strolled leisurely toward the direction of Blue Tyrant Academy.

The streets of Tiandou City were as bustling as ever, with people coming and going and vehicles moving about.

Street vendors were shouting their wares, selling candied hawthorns, sesame cakes, wontons, and all sorts of aromas mingling together and wafting through the air.

Yang Jian passed by a candied hawthorn stall and bought a skewer.

The hawthorns are large and plump, coated with a layer of crystal-clear sugar coating, and shimmer red in the sunlight.

He took a bite; it was sweet and sour, and tasted good.

He ate as he walked, like an ordinary teenager out for a stroll.

Pedestrians hurried along the road; some were adults rushing home, some were children chasing and playing, and some were vendors carrying loads on their shoulders.

Yang Jian walked among the crowd, standing out from the people around him, yet without any sense of incongruity.

His charisma was so outstanding that he became the center of attention wherever he went, but he didn't care at all.

Just then, a series of rapid hoofbeats and shouts of alarm came from ahead.

A horse-drawn carriage sped from the end of the street at great speed, its wheels screeching as they rolled over the stone pavement.

The chariot was pulled by a tall, white horse with flowing mane and a hint of madness in its eyes.

The coachman pulled hard on the reins, but the horse wouldn't stop; instead, it ran faster and faster.

Pedestrians scattered in all directions; some ran into roadside shops, some stood against the wall, and some fell to the ground.

However, several people who couldn't get out of the way in time were hit and thrown into the air by the carriage.

An elderly man was knocked several meters away and fell to the ground, where he lay motionless.

A child was run over by a car wheel, let out a scream, and then fell silent.

A middle-aged woman was kicked in the chest by a horse's leg, coughed up blood, fell to the ground, convulsed a few times, and then lay still.

Yang Jian stood still, watching everything unfold, without moving an inch.

He still held the string of candied hawthorns in his hand, and there was still sugar stain on the corner of his mouth. He looked at the pedestrians who had been hit and thrown into the air, but he felt no emotion.

He didn't even try to help, as if he were watching a movie that had nothing to do with him.

Even he himself realized that he was being incredibly ruthless.

In the past, or even just a few days ago, he would have helped in such situations, like when he wiped out the wolf bandits.

What now?

He didn't even frown.

He looked down at the candied hawthorn in his hand, took a bite, chewed it, and swallowed it.

It tastes the same, but it doesn't taste as good as before.

"Get out of the way!"

Just then, the carriage rushed towards him.

The white horse's eyes were bloodshot, and white foam hung from the corners of its mouth; it was completely out of control.

The coachman jumped off the carriage, fell to the ground, rolled several times, then got up and ran away.

Yang Jian reached out and pressed down on the horse's head.

The mad horse's four hooves left the ground, its body suspended in mid-air, as if an invisible hand had gripped its neck.

Its eyes widened, its mouth opened, and it let out a hiss.

The carriage continued forward due to inertia, the axle broke, the carriage overturned, and it crashed to the ground, breaking into several pieces.

Wood chips flew everywhere, and dust billowed.

A blond boy crawled out of the wrecked carriage.

He was wearing a brocade robe, his hair was combed until it shone, there were several scratches on his face, and his clothes were covered in dust.

He got up from the ground, dusted himself off, then pointed at Yang Jian and started cursing.

"Who the hell are you? How dare you block my carriage? You're asking for it!"

Yang Jian looked at him without saying a word, his gaze so calm that it made the blond boy feel uneasy.

But the blond boy quickly suppressed his unease, straightened his chest, raised his chin slightly, and spoke even louder.

"Do you know who I am? I am Xue Beng, the prince of the Heaven Dou Empire! You dare to block my path? I will kill you!"

Yang Jian quickly understood the man's identity based on his self-identification.

Xue Beng, the third prince of the Heavenly Dou Empire, and Xue Qinghe's younger brother.

In the original story, this guy was supposed to be pretending to be a playboy, but it doesn't seem to be this outrageous; he actually bumped into someone in the street.

But upon closer reflection, it seems reasonable.

The avalanche's backer is Prince Xuexing, or rather, it is actually Dugu Bo behind Prince Xuexing.

Now that Dugu Bo is dead, Xue Beng has lost his backer, so he is even more afraid of being killed by Xue Qinghe, and thus behaves even more like a spoiled brat.

Very normal.

A prince without any powerful backing can only feign madness and stupidity to survive in the deep palace, pretending to be a useless person, a playboy, and a good-for-nothing that everyone despises.

That way, no one will see him as a threat.

"I...you..."

Xue Beng cursed and swore, spewing out all sorts of offensive words like a machine gun. His exaggerated expressions and flamboyant movements made him the quintessential spoiled brat.

But his eyes betrayed him.

His gaze swept over the pedestrians who had been killed or injured by the carriages, a hint of self-reproach and pain flashing in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared, replaced by a deliberate indifference.

Yang Jian watched the avalanche without saying a word.

In the past, he would have gotten angry if someone had insulted him like that.

But now, he feels he's not on the same level as these people, and there's no need to get angry.

Just like you wouldn't get angry because an ant is showing off in front of you, you would just find it ridiculous and then stomp on it.

But Yang Jian had no interest in even stepping on the ants.

He turned around, ready to leave.

Chapter 170 Liu Erlong

"what?"

The avalanche was stunned.

He didn't expect Yang Jian to ignore him.

He hurled so many nasty insults, and the other person didn't even utter a sound before just leaving?

How can he continue acting like this?

To maintain his image as a spoiled brat, he gritted his teeth and shouted at the guards who rushed over, "What are you all standing there for? Seize him! Break his legs! Let's see if he dares to be arrogant again!"

The guards exchanged glances. Although they felt that this young man was not to be trifled with, they could not disobey the prince's orders.

They steeled themselves and rushed forward, reaching out to grab Yang Jian's shoulder.

Yang Jian was very frustrated. He had only come out to take care of some business, so why was there so much trouble?

He lifted his right foot and gently stepped on the ground.

"Boom."

A muffled thud.

The ground shook violently, and an invisible wave of air emanated from him and spread in all directions.

The guards who rushed up slipped and fell to the ground, rolling several times.

He lost his footing in the avalanche and landed hard on his backside, sprawling on his back.