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

Emperor Xingluo looked at Yang Jian, his eyes filled with anger and resentment.

He gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse: "Yang Jian, withdraw your troops. I can pretend this never happened."

His tone carried the last shred of dignity, an attempt to maintain the face of an emperor.

Yang Jian looked at him like he was an idiot, his expression remaining unchanged.

"I am willing to cede half of the Star Luo Empire's territory!" The Star Luo Emperor's voice rose a few decibels, as if to bolster his own courage. "As long as you withdraw your troops, I can sign a non-aggression pact with you!"

Yang Jian sighed: "Your Star Luo Empire is about to disappear. Do you think it still makes sense to cede territory or not?"

Emperor Xingluo understood this, but he was still unwilling to accept it.

Having been emperor for so many years, he was used to being high above and in control of everything.

He could not accept that he had gone from being an emperor to a prisoner.

He took a deep breath and made a final struggle.

"Let's do it!"

Before he finished speaking, the two old men moved at the same time.

The elderly man on the left was possessed by a martial spirit; his body suddenly grew taller, his muscles bulged, and a layer of white hair appeared on his skin.

His hands transformed into tiger claws, their tips as sharp as knives.

A thick tail grew from his back, covered with black stripes.

The elderly woman on the right also possessed a martial spirit, making her body slender and agile. A layer of black fur appeared on her skin, and a long, thin cat tail grew from her back, with a white tip.

Her eyes turned into vertical pupils, shimmering with an eerie green light.

Their martial spirits are inherited from the same lineage: one is the White Tiger martial spirit inherited from the royal family, and the other is the Netherworld Cat martial spirit inherited from the Zhu family.

The two exchanged a glance and charged at each other simultaneously.

Their bodies intertwined in mid-air, their hands clasped tightly, their soul power merging.

A blinding light burst forth from them, illuminating the entire hall.

After the light faded, a huge white tiger appeared in the spot.

The white tiger was several meters tall, its body was pure white, its fur was covered with black stripes, and its eyes were deep blue, radiating a cold light.

It was surrounded by powerful soul energy fluctuations, the unique aura of a martial soul fusion skill.

The Netherworld White Tiger.

For a thousand years, the Star Luo Empire's royal family and the Zhu family have been linked by marriage, and very few couples have been able to unleash the Netherworld White Tiger.

These two elderly people were a couple from a hundred years ago. Their martial souls were highly compatible, and it took them decades to master this martial soul fusion technique.

Their combined fighting power is in no way inferior to that of a level 95 Title Douluo.

Emperor Xingluo always believed that Yang Jian's strength was at most that of a newly promoted Title Douluo.

If we can capture them here and use them as hostages, then there is still hope of preserving our ancestral heritage.

As long as Yang Jian is under control, the more than 10,000 soldiers of the Spirit Hall outside will not dare to make any rash moves.

At that time, he could not only survive, but also force the Spirit Hall to withdraw its troops, and even extort compensation from them.

"Roar!"

The Netherworld White Tiger opened its mouth wide and let out a deafening roar.

The sound waves echoed throughout the hall, causing the window frames to tremble and cracks to appear in the bricks and stones on the ground.

Its body suddenly lunged forward at incredible speed, transforming into a white afterimage as it pounced towards Yang Jian.

Its tiger claws were raised high, their tips brimming with powerful soul energy, as it swung towards Yang Jian's head.

Yang Jian stood motionless, his eyes completely calm.

The Netherworld White Tiger is indeed quite powerful. If it weren't for him, either Yue Guan or Gui Mei would probably be unable to deal with this level of martial soul fusion skill.

But that's about it.

He flipped his right hand, and a three-pointed double-edged sword appeared in his palm. The blade did not lengthen, maintaining its shape of about two meters. Holding it in his hand, he twisted his wrist and casually slashed out with the sword.

The blade sliced ​​through the air with a sharp, piercing sound.

A silvery-white blade of energy flew out from the blade and struck the Netherworld White Tiger's forehead precisely.

The Netherworld White Tiger let out a mournful cry, its body splitting in two.

The enormous phantom image shattered like glass, turning into countless points of light that dissipated into the air.

"what!"

The figures of the two old men fell out of the illusion and crashed to the ground, spitting out blood.

Their bodies were bent at bizarre angles, as if they had fallen apart, and it was clear they were about to collapse.

Their eyes were filled with disbelief. Their Netherworld White Tiger, which they had cultivated for decades, had actually been cleaved in two with a single blow?

Just how strong is this boy?

The elderly man struggled to his feet, his voice hoarse and weak: "Your Majesty...run...this man's strength is unfathomable...we are no match for him..."

After he finished speaking, he forced himself to exhaust his life force, stood up, and lunged at Yang Jian.

The elderly woman did the same, using her last bit of strength to rush towards Yang Jian.

Yang Jian attacked without hesitation, killing them one by one in an instant.

Two bodies lay on the ground, pools of blood spreading out.

Just as the Star Luo Emperor was about to flee, a cold hand pressed down on his shoulder.

He froze, his legs went weak, and he almost knelt down.

Turning his head, he saw Yang Jian's expressionless face so close to his, and an unprecedented fear welled up in his heart.

His lips trembled as he said, "I...I'm willing to submit to the Spirit Hall...I can be your puppet...as long as you don't kill me..."

Yang Jian remained unmoved.

He continued to beg for mercy: "I can offer you the entire Star Luo Empire! All the wealth, the army, the land, it's all yours! Just spare my life!"

Yang Jian unleashed a punch that pierced through the chest of the Star Luo Emperor.

The fist went in from the front and came out from the back, leaving a cloud of blood mist.

Emperor Xingluo's eyes widened, his mouth opened, and he made a hoarse sound from his throat.

He lowered his head, looking at the bloody hole in his chest, then raised his head again, looking at Yang Jian's calm face. He wanted to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.

Chapter 188 Long Live the Spirit Hall!

Emperor Xingluo's body went limp, collapsing onto his throne, his eyes still open, pupils dilated, dying with unseeing eyes.

Images flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern. He remembered growing up in the palace, the days when brothers killed each other, and the day he climbed to the throne over his brother's corpse.

He regretted it, regretting that he should not have followed the ancestral rules and should not have used the method of killing his own brothers to inherit the throne.

If the royal family could unite as one, and if he could treat his talented brothers well, the royal family would definitely produce many strong individuals, and would not have fallen to this state.

He was filled with hatred, but he hated himself.

"Why bother."

Yang Jian bent down, grabbed the corpse of the Star Luo Emperor, and flashed to the sky above the city gate.

Outside Star Luo City, the Spirit Hall and the Star Luo Empire were still locked in a standoff.

Those thousands of soul masters stood still, as if facing a formidable enemy.

The soldiers of the Spirit Hall were watching with predatory eyes.

Hundreds of thousands of surrendered soldiers squatted on the ground, their hands covering their heads.

Yang Jian threw the corpse of the Star Luo Emperor down.

The corpse dressed in a golden dragon robe fell from the sky and crashed to the ground with a dull thud.

Dust billowed as the body rolled twice on the ground, face down, lying there motionless.

Yang Jian hovered in the air, his voice infused with soul power, clearly resounding throughout the entire battlefield: "Your emperor is dead."

"I hope you know what to do next, and don't court death."

The thousands of Soul Masters, upon seeing the corpse of the Star Luo Emperor, felt their already wavering resolve waver even further.

They knew the royal family had done many wrong things, they knew resistance was pointless, but they dared not surrender.

Because their families were controlled by the royal family, and if they surrendered, their families would die.

A high-ranking general stepped out from the crowd. He was tall and strong, with a resolute face. He wore a suit of golden armor and held a silver spear.

He was a member of a collateral branch of the Star Luo Empire's royal family, the commander of these thousands of Soul Masters, and the most steadfast resister.

He glanced at the wavering soldiers around him, his voice laced with threat: "Don't listen to his nonsense! Your families are in our hands! If you surrender, your parents, wives, and children will all die!"

As he spoke, he raised his head, looked at Yang Jian in the sky, raised the spear in his hand, and shouted loudly: "If you have the guts, then start a war! Don't think I'm really afraid of the Spirit Hall! If a war breaks out, not only will these few thousand people die, but their families will also die! That adds up to tens of thousands of people! They are all innocent, yet they will die because of the Spirit Hall's invasion! Think carefully about the consequences!"

He's gambling.

He's a member of the royal family, and there's a high probability he won't survive today. He's going to die anyway, so he might as well take a gamble.

Since the Spirit Hall claims to be acting on behalf of Heaven, it will definitely take into account the will of the people.

If too many innocent people die at the hands of the Spirit Hall today, it is certainly not something that the new Pope of the Spirit Hall would want to see.

As long as he can stall Yang Jian, he will have a chance to negotiate.

"..."

Yang Jian listened to these words, but remained expressionless.

He raised his right hand, and a ball of golden soul power condensed at his fingertips. The soul power was compressed into a tiny point of light, and then he flicked his finger.

The light shot out at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, precisely piercing the high-ranking general's forehead.

His body stiffened, his face still bearing the arrogance and determination of before, but his eyes had become unfocused.