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

Their bodies were covered in tubes and needles, with various colored liquids flowing in and out of the tubes. Their expressions were numb, their eyes were empty, and they looked like walking corpses.

One of them was a little girl who looked only seven or eight years old.

She was tied to an iron post, her body covered in wounds, her clothes tattered, revealing her emaciated frame.

Her face was covered in bruises, her lips were cracked, her eyes were half-open, and she was barely breathing; she was on her last breath.

Three researchers stood in front of her, one of them holding a syringe with the needle inserted into her arm, injecting a pale green liquid into her body.

Hearing the door being kicked open, the three researchers turned around.

When they saw Zhu Lingtian, they were first taken aback, then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your Highness, what brings you here? And who is this...?"

Before they could finish speaking, they noticed Zhu Lingtian's condition. His hands were broken and hung limply at his sides, like a person without arms. There was also a deep red mark on his neck, which was from being strangled.

Yang Jian looked at the scene in the laboratory, but his heart remained unmoved.

But his subconscious told him he should be angry.

Because any normal person would be angry if they saw this scene.

He frowned and decided to do what "should" be done.

He didn't give the three researchers a chance to speak, raised his right hand, and threw a punch.

A golden fist-force shot out from his fist, striking the researcher on the left squarely in the chest, splattering blood and bits of flesh everywhere.

Then another punch landed, and the researcher on the right exploded as well.

Two punches, and two people died.

With his third punch, Yang Jian reduced his strength, lightly patting the back of the researcher's neck in the middle.

The researcher's eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

Yang Jian kept him around to provide a witness.

"Are you okay?"

Yang Jian shook the blood off his hands, walked to the little girl's side, and reached out to break the iron chains binding her.

The chains were thick, but in his hands they were as fragile as paper.

The little girl's body went limp, and he reached out to catch her.

The little girl lay in his arms, barely breathing, her face as pale as paper. She had many wounds on her body, some already scabbed over, others still bleeding.

The countless needle marks on my arm were densely packed, like a honeycomb.

"Eat it."

Yang Jian took out a pill from his storage soul tool and fed it into the little girl's mouth.

This was crafted by the Broken Clan, and he usually carries some with him in case of emergency.

The pill melted instantly upon entering her mouth, transforming into a warm energy that flowed into the little girl's body.

Her complexion gradually improved, changing from deathly pale to ashen, and then from ashen to rosy. Her breathing also became steady, no longer as rapid as before.

My life has been saved.

Yang Jian put the little girl on the ground and turned to save the others.

He broke the iron chains binding him to the pillar, unlocked the cage, and rescued the tortured people one by one.

Some of these people have lost both legs and can only crawl.

Some have lost both hands and can only bite with their mouths.

Some have lost their eyes and can only feel with their hands.

When they were rescued, some cried, some laughed, some knelt on the ground and kowtowed, and some clung to Yang Jian's legs.

"Thank you, my benefactor! Thank you, my benefactor!"

"Our benefactor, you are our second parents!"

"Our benefactor, what is your name? We will never forget you!"

Chapter 178 Dai Tianli

Yang Jian looked at them, his tone indifferent.

"Living well is the greatest reward you can give me."

He helped them up from the ground and escorted them out of the laboratory one by one. Then he took out some gold soul coins from his storage soul tool and gave some to each of them.

It wasn't much, but it was enough for them to live on for a while.

Those people thanked them profusely, turning back every few steps as they left, their figures disappearing at the end of the road, their footsteps fading into the distance.

The scene fell silent.

Yang Jian stood there, pondering what he should do next.

We've collected enough evidence and have witnesses; we can publicly launch the attack tomorrow.

But just then, he sensed something, turned his head, and looked into the distance through the jungle.

An army riding spirit beasts is heading this way.

The soul beast is an earth dragon, which is huge, has thick limbs, and is extremely fast.

The soldiers wore white armor, carried spears, and had curved swords at their waists, exuding a chilling aura.

Their cultivation levels were all above Soul King, clearly indicating they were elites.

Leading the group was a powerful warrior at the Contra level, with a burly build, broad shoulders and a strong waist, a resolute face, and riding an exceptionally tall earth dragon, exuding an awe-inspiring presence.

Davis and Zhu Zhuyun were also in the group, riding on two smaller earth dragons, following behind the leading general.

Yang Jian looked at the army and felt very bored.

There are always people who like to try to shake a tree, even when they are clearly no match for it, they still want to die.

But upon closer reflection, he felt that this could be his first battle to overthrow the Star Luo Empire.

He didn't leave; he waited quietly.

"Tap Tap!"

The army arrived quickly.

The soldiers jumped down from the ground and lined up in neat rows, surrounding Yang Jian.

A spear was pointed at his chest, a scimitar at his neck, both exuding murderous intent.

The leading general saw Yang Jian and Zhu Lingtian, whom he was holding in his hand. His expression changed, and he shouted, "Release the Prince! Otherwise, I will tear you to pieces!"

Yang Jian remained unmoved, looked at the leading general, and asked, "Who are you?"

The leading general straightened his chest and spoke in a booming voice: "I am Dai Tianli, the General Who Guards the North of the Star Luo Empire! You brat, you attacked the Prince, injured his guards, and even took hostages. Do you intend to challenge the entire Star Luo Empire? You are indeed very strong, but my White Tiger Army is not to be trifled with! Even if you are a Title Douluo, you will not gain any advantage today!"

Yang Jian remained calm.

He didn't ask Dai Tianli where his confidence came from.

Such people's confidence is always built on ignorance.

He warned, "I advise you to think carefully. Leave now before you attack me, I won't stop you. But if you choose to attack, then you will not survive."

Dai Tianli thought he was bragging.

"on!"

He commanded his men to charge, without giving any thought to Zhu Lingtian's safety.

Anyway, this old guy has always been one step ahead of him in the court, so it's better that he's dead, so he won't be an eyesore.

"rush!"

Dozens of elite soldiers rushed out at the same time.

They rode on earth dragons, brandishing spears, and charged towards Yang Jian.

The earth dragon's footsteps shook the ground, and the dust it kicked up blotted out the sky.

Yang Jian sighed.

He flipped his right hand, and a three-pointed, double-edged sword appeared in his palm.

He did not use his Martial Soul True Body, nor did he use the Law of Heaven and Earth; he simply waved out a few sword energies.

Silvery-white blade energy flew out from the blade and weaved through the crowd.

The soldiers who charged forward fell down in rows like harvested wheat.

Some people were cut in two, some were split in half, and some had their heads blown off while their bodies continued to run.

In less than three breaths, dozens of elite soldiers had all turned into corpses.

"what?"

Dai Tianli was dumbfounded.

His eyes widened, his jaw nearly dropped to the ground, his mind went blank, and his ears were ringing.

Those soldiers were trained by him personally; they were the elite of the White Tiger Army, and each of them had a cultivation level of at least Soul King.

So, he couldn't even withstand a single blow from this boy?

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The remaining soldiers yelled and ran away.

They knew that this person was definitely not someone they could defeat.

Staying here is suicide; the faster we run, the better.

Yang Jian had no intention of letting them go. He flashed through the crowd, taking them down one by one with a punch, a kick, or a knife.

The fleeing soldiers fell one by one, as if they had been called by the Grim Reaper.

No one could escape Yang Jian's pursuit.