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

Their fighting spirit completely vanished. This was an unequal war to begin with; the general was dead, so what was the point of these lowly soldiers continuing?

Most of them dropped their weapons, knelt on the ground, covered their heads with their hands, and shouted, "I surrender, please don't kill me!"

Seeing this, the soldiers of the Spirit Hall stopped their slaughter. They gathered the surrendered soldiers together, tied their hands with ropes, and strung them together.

However, a small number of people are still resisting.

They are the most loyal soldiers, the most devoted followers of Emperor Xingluo. From a young age, they were instilled with the idea of ​​loyalty to the royal family, and they would never bow their heads even in the face of dire straits.

Shouting "Avenge the general!" and "Long live the Star Luo Empire!", they brandished their weapons and charged towards the soldiers of the Spirit Hall.

Their eyes were filled with fanatical light, as if death were nothing but an honor to them.

Without a doubt, these soldiers have probably been brainwashed.

Stubborn and incorrigible.

Their fate was no surprise; they were all killed on the spot.

The soldiers of the Spirit Hall showed no mercy; with swift strokes of their blades, heads rolled.

The fanatical soldiers fell in droves, their corpses piling up like small mountains, their blood flowing like streams. Only when the last man fell did the battlefield finally fall silent.

The entire war lasted less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Of the 300,000 troops, some surrendered, some died, and some fled.

The Spirit Hall had over 10,000 people, but almost none of them suffered any casualties. Only a few unlucky ones sustained minor injuries, and there were no seriously injured individuals.

This is the difference between a Soul Master and an ordinary person—a difference so vast it can lead to despair.

Chapter 186 Cheers and jubilation

Yang Jian did not linger and continued to lead the soldiers of the Spirit Hall deeper into the heart of the Star Luo Empire.

As for the Star Luo Empire soldiers who had just surrendered, they were pushed to the front.

This is a common tactic in warfare: having prisoners lead the way, thus putting the enemy in a difficult position.

If the defending troops in front attack, they will only kill their own people.

If they don't attack, the Spirit Hall's army can advance unimpeded.

Yang Jian didn't need these prisoners to fight; he only needed them as human shields.

The rest of the journey went smoothly. With the army pressing in, the Star Luo Empire's defenses collapsed completely, and everyone surrendered without resistance.

The garrison troops in those border cities had already heard about the battle on the border, where 300,000 troops were routed by 10,000, and the supreme commander was beheaded in public.

The news spread like wildfire throughout the empire, and no one dared to resist anymore.

They knew that resistance meant death, while surrender meant survival.

The previous evidence also had an effect.

Those incriminating facts had long been known throughout every corner of the Star Luo Empire. The common people had long harbored resentment towards the royal family, but dared not speak out.

Now that the Spirit Hall has come under the banner of acting on behalf of Heaven, they are not afraid at all, but instead cheer with joy.

As the Spirit Hall arrived at city after city, the city gates opened early, and the streets were lined with welcoming crowds.

Some people waved strips of cloth in their hands, some carried hot soup and steamed buns, and some knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

The people in the city cheered and jumped for joy, believing that the Spirit Hall could lead them out of their misery, and shouted "Acting on behalf of Heaven" and "Down with the evil Star Luo Empire".

Yang Jian didn't seem to care about this.

He flew in the sky, looking down at the cheering crowd below, his expression unchanged.

Whether these people cheered or wept, it did not stir any emotion in his heart.

The soldiers of the Spirit Hall all stood tall and proud, feeling that what they were doing was sacred and glorious.

As they passed through city after city, receiving cheers and thanks from the common people, a sense of accomplishment they had never felt before welled up in their hearts.

The Star Luo Empire has a vast territory; if one were to walk on foot, it would take several years to reach the end.

Fortunately, the Spirit Hall's forces consisted entirely of Spirit Masters, whose physiques far surpassed those of ordinary people, allowing them to march at an extremely fast pace.

They marched during the day and camped at night, arriving at Xingluo City in less than half a month.

Xingluo City is the capital of the Xingluo Empire, ancient and magnificent.

The city wall was taller and thicker than the border walls, and was entirely made of black stone, exuding a somber atmosphere.

The city gates were tightly shut, and the city walls were lined with soldiers, their spears gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

Several thousand people were gathered outside the city gate, all of them Soul Masters, and most of them were at least Soul Grandmasters.

They wore all sorts of clothes, some in armor, some in robes, and some in short jackets, but each of them wore the emblem of the Star Luo Empire on their chest, indicating their identity.

Among them were several Soul Douluo-level powerhouses, standing at the very front of the crowd, their sharp eyes fixed on the Spirit Hall's army.

This is probably the last strength of the Star Luo Empire.

The elite Soul Master force that the royal family had nurtured for decades was also the Star Luo Empire's last trump card.

Looking at the Spirit Hall's side, in addition to the more than 10,000 soldiers they brought earlier, there were also hundreds of thousands of surrendered troops from the Star Luo Empire at the front of their formation.

Those who surrendered were pushed to the front, dressed in the uniforms of the Star Luo Empire and carrying its weapons, but their eyes showed no sign of fighting spirit.

They were forced to come; not to fight, but simply to survive.

The outcome of this war is no longer in doubt. Although the thousands of Soul Masters outside Xingluo City are elite, they are no match for the Spirit Hall's army.

Yue Guan flew forward, hovering in mid-air, looking down at the thousands of people.

His voice, infused with soul power, resounded throughout the entire battlefield: "You guys from the Star Luo Empire, I advise you to surrender. Don't put up any futile resistance, or you will surely die today."

"It's not worth risking your life for a royal family that uses its citizens for human experiments!"

Yue Guan's tone carried a hint of sincerity and persuasion.

He hoped these people would be more sensible.

These words did indeed shake those few thousand people.

Many of them had long heard about human experimentation and were filled with resentment and anger towards the royal family.

But because most of their family members were controlled by the royal family, they dared not back down and could only grit their teeth and stand still, adopting a posture of fighting to the end.

Several powerful warriors at the Contra level stood at the front, looking at Yue Guan with complicated expressions. Their lips moved as if they wanted to say something, but they swallowed their words back.

Subsequently, Emperor Xingluo sent people one after another to negotiate peace. They came out one after another, waving white flags and shouting that they wanted to see the Pope.

They brought all sorts of conditions: ceding territory, paying reparations, offering tribute, and marriage alliances—everything imaginable.

Yang Jian didn't even glance at them.

Neither Yue Guan nor Gui Mei gave them a chance to speak.

The first envoy to negotiate peace had barely uttered the words, "Your Majesty is willing to cede ten cities," when Yue Guan struck him to death with a single palm strike.

The second envoy had barely uttered the words, "Your Majesty is willing to submit and pay tribute," when he was torn to shreds by a ghostly claw.

The third messenger was so frightened that his legs went weak. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed, begging for mercy, but he was still beheaded by the soldiers of the Spirit Hall.

After killing three messengers, the Star Luo Emperor finally stopped sending anyone.

Yang Jian didn't want the stalemate to continue.

He pondered for a moment, then gestured for everyone to stand guard outside, and flew into Star Luo City alone.

Seeing this, several Soul Douluo-level experts from among the thousands of Soul Masters of the Star Luo Empire rushed forward, trying to stop him.

They unleashed their Martial Soul True Forms, and various colored lights exploded in the air, their momentum fierce, as if they wanted to tear Yang Jian to pieces.

Yang Jian didn't even glance at them. He casually struck out with his palm, and the first Soul Douluo's head exploded like a watermelon.

Another punch was thrown, and the second Soul Douluo's chest was pierced, causing his body to fall from the sky.

With another kick, the third Soul Douluo's waist was broken, and his body bent in two.

He displayed an invincible demeanor, defeating everyone in a single, clean, and decisive move.

The Contra warriors who rushed up were as fragile as paper, unable to withstand even a second of his power.

Those Soul Masters who had originally intended to attack stopped in their tracks, their eyes filled with fear and despair.

They watched Yang Jian's figure disappear into the sky above the city walls of Xingluo City, and no one dared to chase after him.

Yang Jian arrived at the palace without incident.

The guards here were insignificant to him; the palace walls, gates, and guards were nothing but a formality in his eyes.

He landed inside the palace, and several members of the royal guard, dressed in golden armor, rushed up, shouting "Protect His Majesty!" and "Stop him!"

Yang Jian casually slapped two Soul Saints who were charging at the front, and their bodies flew out like kites with broken strings, crashing into the wall, leaving two dented human-shaped marks.

The remaining dozen or so members of the Royal Guard stood before him, weapons in hand, their legs trembling and lips quivering, yet they dared not take a single step forward.

They knew that charging in would mean certain death, and no one wanted to be cannon fodder.

Chapter 187 Netherworld White Tiger

Yang Jian unleashed his spiritual power and detected that the Star Luo Emperor was in the main hall ahead.

He walked slowly forward. The members of the royal guard hesitated, but in the end they did not dare to stop him. Their hands holding weapons trembled, and their eyes followed Yang Jian's back, but no one dared to make a move.

Yang Jian entered the main hall.

The main hall was spacious and magnificent, with various mythological patterns carved on the dome, gemstones and jade inlaid on the walls, and a red carpet on the floor.

But at this moment, the hall was in a mess, with tables and chairs overturned, vases broken, and documents scattered all over the floor, as if it had been through a chaotic period.

Seated on the throne was a middle-aged man, dressed in a golden dragon robe and wearing a golden crown. His face was majestic yet haggard, and his eyes were filled with fear and despair.

Star Emperor.

Standing beside him were two elderly people, a man and a woman, who looked frail and old, with white hair, wrinkled faces, and deep-set eyes, but their eyes were bright, radiating a calm yet dangerous light.

It exudes the aura of a Contra-level being, and it is deeper and more profound than that of an ordinary Contra-level being, as if it has been honed over decades.

They were the last trump card of the Star Luo royal family, and by all accounts, they were at the level of the Star Luo Emperor's grandparents, both being level 89 Soul Douluos.