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

It wasn't a smile, but a loud, undisguised laugh laced with sarcasm.

Some people laughed so hard they bent over, some slapped their thighs, and some laughed until tears streamed down their faces.

"Idiot!"

"If we directly conquer the Star Luo Empire, wouldn't we get even more cities than we do now?"

"You think you can get rid of us with just three cities? Are you still dreaming?"

"Why waste time talking to him? Just kill him!"

The Foreign Minister's face turned pale instantly, his lips trembled, and his voice was urgent and shrill: "In war, envoys are not to be killed! I have diplomatic immunity! You cannot kill me!"

Yang Jian shook his head at that moment.

He found it quite absurd; they wanted him to withdraw his troops after ceding a mere three cities.

The Star Luo Emperor must have something wrong with his head; I don't know where his confidence comes from.

His tone remained unchanged: "Tie them up, drag them away."

Several soldiers from the Spirit Hall immediately rushed forward, pouncing on the Foreign Minister like wolves and tigers.

The Foreign Minister was pinned to the ground, his hands were tied behind his back, and he was lifted up.

"No! No! I'm the Foreign Minister! You can't treat me like this!"

His voice grew fainter and fainter until it disappeared behind the army, and no one knew where it had been dragged away.

Yang Jian turned his gaze back to the 300,000-strong Star Luo Empire army in front of him.

His face was expressionless, and his voice was not loud, but it was infused with soul power and clearly spread throughout the entire battlefield, reaching the ears of every Star Luo Empire soldier.

"Surrender and you will not be killed; resistance will surely result in death."

He never even considered how many people would die in this war.

Because he simply doesn't care.

Or rather, he has very little empathy left.

From his current perspective, the lives and deaths of those soldiers were no different from those of ants.

Since you've chosen to stand on the opposite side, you should be prepared to be crushed.

"kill!"

The soldiers of the Spirit Hall were extremely excited and all rushed forward.

Their faces were filled with fanaticism, and their eyes gleamed with bloodlust.

Some people possess a martial spirit, and their bodies develop beast-like features, such as tiger claws, wolf fangs, and leopard tails, each with a different appearance.

Someone summoned a bow-type weapon spirit and began a long-range attack, with arrows raining down on the Star Luo army's formation.

Someone unleashed a soul skill, and flames, frost, lightning, wind blades, and various colored lights intertwined, dyeing the sky with a riot of colors.

Soon, they were engaged in battle with the Star Luo army.

It was a completely one-sided massacre.

The gap between Soul Masters and ordinary people is so vast that they have no chance to fight back.

A level 30 Soul Master charged into an army of ordinary people like a wolf into a flock of sheep, taking them down one by one with a punch and a kick, leaving a trail of corpses in his wake.

The ordinary soldiers couldn't even touch the hem of the enemy's clothes before being sent flying.

Their spears pierced the Soul Masters as if they were piercing an iron plate, unable to even break the skin.

Their swords struck the Soul Master, the blades chipped, but the Soul Master remained unharmed.

Just then, a Soul Douluo with a flying martial spirit launched an attack.

"Crimson Flame Burst Strike!"

A pair of enormous eagle wings sprouted from his back, with a wingspan of three zhang (approximately 10 meters). With a few flaps, he flew to a height of tens of zhang (approximately 33 meters) in the sky.

Chapter 185 Stubborn and Incurable

Contra swooped down, conjuring a huge fireball in his hands, and smashed it towards the densest part of the Star Luo army.

The fireball landed and exploded with a bang, the flames spreading in all directions and engulfing all the surrounding soldiers.

Screams rose and fell, and the air was filled with the smell of burning.

He was like a human bomber, throwing his soul skills into the Star Luo army like they were free.

Various fire-attribute attacks intertwined, blasting deep craters into the ground.

The Xingluo army was routed, with thousands killed or wounded in a short period of time.

"Hahaha, that's great, that's great!"

On the other side, a certain Soul Master, eager to make a name for himself, also went on a killing spree.

He was a burly man with broad shoulders and a powerful build. He wielded a large golden sword and charged into the crowd. With a sweep of his sword, a golden aura flew out and cut a row of soldiers in half at the waist.

He slashed horizontally again, and more than a dozen heads flew up.

He seemed to have unleashed his full power, leaving no one alive in his wake, and in a short period of time, he killed thousands of people.

Similar things were happening all over the battlefield.

The soldiers of the Star Luo Empire fell down in rows like harvested wheat.

Their blood stained the earth red, and the air was filled with a strong stench of blood.

Someone tried to escape, but before they could even turn around, a Soul Master who caught up from behind slashed them to the ground.

Some people knelt on the ground begging for mercy, but the bloodthirsty Soul Master paid no heed and with a single slash, their heads fell to the ground.

Some people tried to form a formation to resist, but before they could even take shape, they were blown to pieces by a fireball falling from the sky.

The morale of the Star Luo Army was completely shattered.

Their legs were trembling, their hands were shaking, and their eyes were filled with fear and despair.

This is not a war; it is a one-sided massacre.

They risked their lives here, only to be killed.

Some people finally couldn't hold on any longer. They dropped their weapons, knelt on the ground, covered their heads with their hands, and shouted, "I surrender! Don't kill me!"

With the first person taking the lead, others followed suit, some dropping their weapons, some kneeling, some shouting surrender, and some running away.

The battlefield was littered with soldiers who had abandoned their armor and weapons.

However, with a total of 300,000 troops on the scene, there were too many targets, and the soldiers of the Spirit Hall could not take care of the fleeing soldiers. They could only focus on dealing with the enemy in front of them.

Those Star Luo soldiers who were still resisting were killed one by one.

Those soldiers who knelt and surrendered were tied up with ropes by the Spirit Hall members and led away in strings.

The Spirit Hall members didn't bother chasing the fleeing soldiers; they figured the monks could run but the temple couldn't.

"I'll go as well."

On the other side, the ghost said something to Yang Jian and then disappeared from the spot.

He transformed into a cloud of black mist, traversing the battlefield at an incredible speed, invisible to the naked eye.

His goal was clear: to become the supreme commander of the Star Luo Army.

Once the general dies, the army is completely finished.

The supreme commander was a burly middle-aged man dressed in golden armor, riding a tall warhorse, directing the scattered army in an attempt to regroup.

He shouted, "Don't run!"

"Hold the formation!"

"Let's fight them!"

But no one listened to him.

His voice sounded so powerless on the noisy battlefield, like a pebble thrown into the sea, unable to even make a ripple.

Realizing that the situation was hopeless, he quickly turned his horse around and prepared to flee.

But after running a few steps, a cloud of black mist suddenly appeared in front of him.

A hand emerged from the mist, its five fingers like hooks, heading straight for his throat.

The Supreme Commander's pupils suddenly contracted as he tried to dodge, but his body couldn't keep up with the speed of his thoughts.

The hand grabbed his neck and lifted him off the horse.

"No...please..." The supreme commander's voice was hoarse and filled with fear, his legs kicking wildly in the air.

The ghost remained silent.

His other hand reached out, his five fingers pressed together like a knife, and pierced the supreme commander's chest.

"puff--"

With a soft sound, a ghostly hand emerged from the Supreme Commander's back, clutching a still-beating heart.

The supreme commander's eyes widened, his mouth opened, and he made a "hoarse" sound in his throat. Then his head tilted to the side and he stopped moving.

The supreme commander's body fell from the sky and hit the ground with a dull thud.

The ghost didn't linger. He grabbed the Supreme Commander's corpse, retraced his steps, and returned to Yang Jian's side.

He lifted the body high, suspending it in mid-air so that everyone on the battlefield could see it.

Yang Jian glanced at him and nodded slightly in affirmation.

The ghost gathered its soul power, its voice booming like thunder across the battlefield: "Your general is dead! Stop resisting! Drop your weapons and you may live!"

"But if we remain stubbornly ignorant, we will all die today!"

This warning echoed across the battlefield and reached the ears of every soldier in the Star Luo Empire.

The soldiers who were still resisting stopped what they were doing, raised their heads, and looked up at the sky.

They saw the supreme commander's corpse, his once majestic face now twisted and pale, his body being carried like a rag in someone's hands.