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

Yang Jian's ambition is too great. Bibi Dong has just been imprisoned by Qian Daoliu, and he can't wait to seize power.

Moreover, it seems that Yue Guan and Gui Mei have already sided with him.

This means that Yang Jian not only has the support of a Title Douluo, but also the tacit approval of Grand Elder Qian Daoliu.

Many people began to reassess the situation in their minds.

Dabus got up from the ground, covered his swollen cheek, gritted his teeth, and still couldn't help but stand up.

He was promoted by Bibi Dong. If Yang Jian becomes the Pope, his future will definitely not be easy. He has to take a gamble.

"Yang Jian! You are not qualified at all!"

"To become Pope, you need to be a Title Douluo at the very least. What makes you think you can?"

His voice echoed in the hall, carrying a hint of hysteria.

Several other people who were equally dissatisfied also stood up to agree.

"Yes! What gives you the right?"

"Without the strength of a Title Douluo, one is not worthy to be the Pope!"

"We refuse to accept this!"

They shouted at each other, trying to use their voices to cover up their inner fear.

They didn't believe that Yue Guan and Gui Mei would dare to kill them here.

They even killed everyone present.

After all, there are dozens of high-ranking officials standing here. If they were all killed, the entire Spirit Hall system would collapse.

They believed that this was something Yang Jian wouldn't dare to do.

"Oh."

Yang Jian sat on the throne, his face expressionless.

He wasn't even angry, because he didn't take them seriously at all.

After all, in his eyes, these people were no different from ants.

"I'm informing you, not discussing it with you. Since you object, then you'll all have to spend some time in jail."

He waved his hand.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei immediately understood, and simultaneously released the pressure of their Title Douluo aura, accurately locking onto those who had opposed them earlier.

Two incredibly powerful and suffocating pressures intertwined, pressing down on them like a mountain.

Soul power transformed into invisible chains, binding them.

Dabus felt his soul power freeze, as if a mountain was pressing down on him, making him unable to move.

His face went from flushed to deathly pale, and then from deathly pale to ashen.

His legs were trembling, his knees were bent, and he was almost kneeling down.

The others were the same, their faces filled with horror and disbelief.

They finally realized that Yang Jian wasn't joking; he was serious.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei acted simultaneously, using their soul power to lift them up, suspending them in mid-air, and floating them towards the outside of the main hall.

Those people were bound by soul power, as if tied by invisible ropes, unable to move, and could only wave their arms and legs in the air, making various shouts.

Some were cursing, some were begging for mercy, and some were crying out.

Dabus yelled anxiously, "Yang Jian! What kind of skill is it to act so arrogantly just because you're the Chrysanthemum Douluo? If you have the guts, fight me one-on-one!"

He thought that provoking Yang Jian would trick him, and that as long as Yang Jian agreed to a duel, he would have a chance to turn the tide.

However, Yang Jian seemed not to hear.

He didn't even glance at Dabus; his gaze was fixed on the rest of the people.

His eyes were as calm as a stagnant pool, without any ripples.

Dabus's voice grew fainter and fainter until it disappeared outside the main hall.

The hall fell silent.

The high-ranking officials who were still standing there looked at each other, but no one spoke or left.

They knew that resistance was futile.

Moon Gate and Ghostly Spirits are here; they can't make a ripple.

Those who were hesitating just now have now made their decisions.

They stood there, waiting to see what Yang Jian would do next.

Yang Jian casually waved his hand, took out a thick stack of documents from his storage soul tool, and threw them in the center of the main hall.

"have a look."

The higher-ups hesitated for a moment, then someone stepped forward, bent down, picked up an account book, and flipped through it.

Others also gathered around, crowding together and flipping through the books one by one.

Their expressions changed from confusion to surprise, from surprise to anger, and from anger to disbelief.

The ledgers recorded various crimes committed by nobles of the Star Luo Empire: embezzlement, extortion, murder, and human experimentation—each one shocking.

Those words were like knives, stabbing into their hearts.

"This is... evidence of crimes committed by nobles of the Star Luo Empire?" A white-robed bishop looked up at Yang Jian, his eyes full of doubt.

“That’s right.” Yang Jian leaned back in his chair, his tone calm. “I want to attack the Star Luo Empire, and these pieces of evidence are to give me a legitimate reason to do so.”

The executives looked at each other, unsure of what to say.

A glint of light flashed in someone's eyes.

To be honest, they've been dissatisfied with the status quo for a long time.

The Spirit Hall now commands more than 80% of the world's spirit masters, yet it remains confined to a corner of the world, which is simply laughable.

Many of them felt that the Spirit Hall should unify the continent, but in the past, with Qian Daoliu and Qian Xunji overshadowing them, it was impossible to achieve.

After Qian Xunji's death, Bibi Dong was determined to unify the continent, but she always hesitated and did not take action for a long time.

Now that Yang has bluntly brought up this idea, they are actually wavering.

After all, if the Spirit Hall can truly unify the continent in the future, their power and interests will also increase.

They will no longer be employees of the Spirit Hall, but one of the rulers of the continent.

This is something that so many people dream of.

Yang Jian observed the changing expressions on the faces of the crowd below the stage, tapped his fingers on the armrest, and said calmly, "It's settled then. Today, you will send people to make more copies of these incriminating evidence and spread them throughout the Star Luo Empire. During the fermentation period, the entire army should prepare for war."

Upon hearing this, the audience felt a surge of excitement for some reason.

Those who were hesitating just moments ago now had excited gleams in their eyes.

No one disagreed anymore, and no one questioned Yang Jian's qualifications.

They knew that the future of the Spirit Hall was already sealed.

……

For the next few days, Yang Jian stayed at the Spirit Hall.

He practiced the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts during the day and guided Hu Liena, who had come to him, in her cultivation at night.

His pace of life remained unchanged despite the impending war; he continued to live his life in an orderly and unhurried manner.

The cultivation of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts became smoother and smoother, and the control of the Law of Heaven and Earth became more and more proficient.

Under his guidance, Hu Liena made rapid progress, her eyes filled with admiration and love for him.

But Yang Jian remained like an emotionless machine.

On the other hand, the situation within the Spirit Hall was quite different.

Everyone is busy, each performing their duties and doing their best.

The staff in the document preparation room were working overtime to make rubbings of incriminating evidence, and the smell of ink permeated the entire corridor.

The intelligence officers spread the word far and wide, creating a vast network that extended the influence of the Spirit Hall to every corner.

The logistics department staff inventoried the supplies: food, weapons, medicine, soul guides—everything was registered.

The combat unit is preparing for battle, practicing formations, and refining teamwork.

Chapter 182 Declaration of War

Evidence of the Star Luo Empire's crimes was quickly spread, along with eyewitness accounts.

The researchers from that laboratory have been taken to major cities in the Star Luo Empire in the past few days to publicly recount the truth about human experimentation.

His voice was hoarse and trembling, and every word he spoke was like a knife stabbing into the hearts of the listeners.

Zhu Lingtian was also brought to the square, knelt in front of everyone, and confessed to the crimes he had committed.

Those pieces of evidence exploded like bombs throughout the Star Luo Empire.

The common people were furious, the nobles were panicked, and the gentry were afraid.

The human experimentation, in particular, caused a huge uproar, plunging the entire empire into unprecedented chaos.

Even the Heavenly Dou Empire was alarmed.

Emperor Xueye lay in bed, his illness terminal, coughing up blood incessantly for days.

His face was as pale as paper, his eyes were sunken, and he was so thin that he was just skin and bones.

The palace was filled with the strong smell of medicine, and several imperial physicians knelt by the bedside, their faces full of worry.

Upon hearing the news from the eunuch, Emperor Xueye sat up abruptly, his pale face filled with shock.

"The Spirit Hall... has declared war on the Star Luo Empire?"

His voice was hoarse and trembling, like a candle flickering in the wind.