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

They surged out from all directions, some carrying knives, some carrying guns, and some possessing martial spirits, surrounding Yang Jian completely.

Dozens of people, a dark mass, completely blocked the corridor.

Yang Jian did not stop.

At this moment, Zhu Lingtian came out of the attic.

Davis and Zhu Zhuyun followed behind him.

The three of them stood at the entrance of the attic, looking down at Yang Jian.

Zhu Lingtian sensed Yang Jian's cultivation level and frowned slightly.

Soul Saint.

This boy, who looks only in his teens, is actually a Soul Saint.

He assumed he was a disciple of some powerful faction and began to take him seriously.

"Who are you? What brings you to my Zhu residence?"

Zhu Lingtian's voice was cold and carried a hint of authority.

Yang Jian didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point.

"Where do you conduct human experiments? Take me there now, and I can spare the Zhu family for the time being."

Zhu Lingtian's expression changed.

His pupils contracted slightly, and a hint of fear and panic flashed in his eyes.

Human experimentation is the biggest secret of the Zhu family, known only to a few high-ranking members. How could this young man know?

He noticed the strange looks from the guards around him and quickly denied it.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Yang Jian hadn't expected him to admit it, and in a flash, he disappeared from the spot.

Everyone only felt a blur before their eyes, and the next moment, Yang Jian had already appeared in front of Zhu Lingtian.

His right hand reached out, grabbed Zhu Lingtian's hands, and twisted them forcefully.

"Crack!"

The sound of bones breaking was clear and piercing.

Zhu Lingtian let out a scream, his arms bent at an eerie angle, white bone fragments piercing out from his sleeves, blood streaming down his face.

His face was deathly pale, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and he was on the verge of collapsing.

Yang Jian grabbed his neck with her other hand and lifted him up.

"I'll give you one more chance. Will you talk or not?"

Upon seeing this, the surrounding guards rushed to the emperor's aid.

Some used knives to slash, some used spears to stab, and some used their soul skills.

However, their cultivation levels were too weak, and they were no match for Yang Jian.

Yang Jian didn't even glance at them, only letting out a slight tremor.

A surge of powerful soul energy erupted from his body and spread in all directions.

The guards who rushed forward were blown away as if by a gust of wind, and they all fell to the ground unconscious.

Dozens of people were lying on the ground in the blink of an eye.

Davis and Zhu Zhuyun stood at the door of the attic, watching this scene, completely stunned.

Their faces were deathly pale, their legs were weak, their lips were trembling, and their teeth were chattering.

They wanted to run away, but their legs wouldn't obey them, and they could only stand there, trembling.

Yang Jian ignored the two insignificant people.

His gaze fell calmly on Zhu Lingtian, his tone indifferent.

"Will you tell me or not?"

Chapter 177 Thank you, benefactor!

Zhu Lingtian felt that his soul power was sealed and he couldn't mobilize it at all.

Looking at the guards lying on the ground, and at Yang Jian's calm face, a deep fear welled up in his heart.

This boy is too strong, so strong that he is driven to despair.

"It's...it's underground, three hundred miles east of the city!"

He ultimately dared not hide the truth and answered honestly.

Unable to determine whether what he said was true or false, Yang Jian maintained the position of choking Zhu Lingtian and took off from the spot, flying towards the outskirts of the city.

The night breeze blew, and Zhu Lingtian was held in his hand like a rabbit caught by an eagle.

Zhu Lingtian was terrified.

fly?

Can this boy fly?

Flying without wings is an ability possessed only by Title Douluo.

Could this boy, who looks only in his teens, actually be a Title Douluo?

His mind went blank.

"This……"

Davis and Zhu Zhuyun stood there, watching Yang Jian's figure disappear into the night sky, and it took them a long time to react.

"Quickly...quickly to the palace! Report this to Father! Let him send people to rescue us!" Davis's voice was trembling.

The two stumbled and ran out of the Zhu residence.

Yang Jian carried Zhu Lingtian and flew through the night sky for less than half an hour before arriving at a forest 300 miles east of the city.

The jungle was dense, with tall trees and lush foliage that blocked out the sun.

The moonlight couldn't penetrate, and the forest was pitch black.

Yang Jian landed on an open space and released Zhu Lingtian's neck.

"lead the way."

Zhu Lingtian fell to the ground, clutching his broken arms and wincing in pain, but he didn't dare to delay. He got up and pointed ahead with his chin.

"Go that way."

Yang Jian followed behind him, passing through a thicket of bushes, around several large trees, and arrived at a cliff face.

The mountain wall was bare, covered with moss, and looked no different from the surrounding stone walls.

Zhu Lingtian took out a token from his pocket and pressed it into a groove on the mountain wall.

The token fit perfectly into the groove, making a soft click.

"Click".

The mountain wall split open in the middle, revealing a downward passage.

The passage was very narrow, allowing only one person to pass at a time.

The walls on both sides are inlaid with glowing stones, illuminating the passageway.

From the depths of the passage, faint screams of agony could be heard.

Zhu Lingtian's face turned even paler.

He lowered his head, not daring to look at Yang Jian.

"It's...it's right down there."

Yang Jian nodded slightly, reached out and grabbed Zhu Lingtian's neck, and slowly walked down.

Zhu Lingtian was extremely frustrated and cursed under his breath.

Why does this person like to choke themselves so much?

One pinch wasn't enough, two pinches weren't enough, this is the third time already.

Before we had walked for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, light appeared ahead.

The passageway has widened, the walls have become smoother, and the path underfoot has become level.

Yang Jian stepped out of the passage, and the view suddenly opened up before him.

A steel laboratory came into view.

The laboratory is very large, more than 200 square meters.

The walls are welded from steel plates, the floor is paved with cement, and several large lights hang from the ceiling.

The laboratory was filled with all sorts of instruments, including operating tables, injection stations, and other equipment whose names I didn't know.

The air was filled with the stench of blood.

Painful screams could be heard from the depths of the laboratory from time to time, one after another, heart-wrenching.

There were bloodstains on the ground, dark red, already dried, but new bloodstains kept covering them. Layer upon layer, a horrifying sight.

Yang Jian walked over and kicked open the iron door of the laboratory.

The iron gate slammed against the wall with a loud bang.

Everyone in the lab turned to look at the doorway.

There are ten people in the lab.

Seven tortured test subjects and three researchers.

The subjects were tied to pillars, lay on operating tables, or locked in iron cages.

They were covered in wounds; some had no arms, some had no legs, some had their eyes gouged out, and some had their mouths sewn shut.