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

Regardless of the cause and effect, and no matter who started the trouble, if the Third Prince gets into trouble, the two guards will surely die. They will not be able to escape death after returning, and there will be no room for maneuver.

After the extreme fear subsided, a frantic will to survive instantly arose in the hearts of the two, like drowning people grasping at the last straw.

The two exerted their strength simultaneously, their figures bursting forth. One flanked from the left, while the other charged straight at them from the front. They unleashed their full soul power instantly, using all their life's cultivation to capture Yang Jian in one fell swoop, take him back to the palace to atone for his crimes, and thus make amends and save their lives.

Facing two titled Douluo-level guards who were attacking with all their might, Yang Jian remained calm and composed, without even moving an inch, standing steadily in place.

He simply raised his hands and casually fanned each of the two men who rushed towards him.

His movements remained casual and gentle, without a trace of killing intent, yet the power they contained was terrifying to the extreme.

The two guards, who were sprinting at full speed, were instantly struck as if by a giant hammer, their bodies exploding in mid-air. They didn't even have time to scream or make a sound before losing all their life force.

The girl, who had been kneeling on the ground the whole time and clinging tightly to Yang Jian's trouser leg, was still in the same position, motionless.

She stared blankly up, her eyes, which had been brimming with tears, widened, her pupils contracting sharply, clearly reflecting the three gradually cooling, lifeless bodies on the ground.

The girl's mouth kept opening and closing, trying to speak, but she was completely speechless, unable to utter a single word. Her mind went blank, and she was utterly stunned by the scene before her.

Her fingers, which had been gripping her trouser leg tightly, slowly loosened, little by little. All the strength in her body was completely drained, and she froze on the spot, forgetting even to tremble.

The guards at the city gate finally heard the commotion; the chaotic footsteps and the clanging of metal armor rapidly approached.

A city guard of more than twenty men, fully armed, rushed out of the city gate. All of them were dressed in the same leather armor and held halberds and short spears tightly in their hands, looking fierce.

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The leader of the group immediately spotted the corpse on the ground and Yang Jian standing there. His pupils instantly contracted, and he raised his arm and shouted fiercely, "You audacious madman! You killed the Third Prince in public, and you think you can get away unscathed? Everyone, step forward immediately and stop him!"

Upon hearing the commotion, the city guards immediately grabbed their weapons and swarmed forward, intending to surround and capture Yang Jian.

Yang Jian glanced indifferently at the approaching group of soldiers, his expression unchanged. He lightly raised his right hand and casually waved it forward.

An invisible and colorless barrier of soul power, completely imperceptible to the naked eye, instantly formed a foot in front of him.

All the city guards who rushed forward were violently thrown back by an irresistible force as soon as they got close to the barrier, forced back several meters from the city gate, and no one could get any closer.

After blocking everyone's attacks, Yang Jian casually threw a punch towards the city gate.

The gentle yet domineering force of the punches spread rapidly along the ground, sweeping away dust and gravel before crashing against the heavy city gate.

A deafening roar shook the heavens and the earth!

The sturdy, heavy stone city gate shattered completely in the middle in an instant. The massive gate panels collapsed with a roar, crashing heavily to the ground. Dust, stone chips, and wood chips filled the air, instantly enveloping the entire city gate area.

The sturdy stone walls on both sides of the city gate were instantly covered with dense, spiderweb-like cracks, rendering the entire city gate completely unusable.

Several city guards who were nearby were hit hard by the aftershock of the punch, and were instantly sent flying to the ground, crashing into the rubble and wood chips, unable to get up again.

The noisy scene fell silent instantly. None of the remaining city guards dared to take another step forward. Their faces were pale, and they trembled as they held their weapons.

Yang Jian looked down at the girl who was still slumped on the ground, completely dazed, and said in a flat tone, "You can leave now."

After saying this, he didn't look at anyone else again, lifted his foot and took a step, his pace still unhurried, calmly passing through the broken stones and collapsed city gate, and walked straight into the city.

The girl shouted desperately behind him, her voice muffled by the swirling dust and wind. Yang Jian didn't turn around, his steps unwavering, continuing straight ahead.

After passing through the damaged city gate and entering the city streets, Yang Jian no longer walked slowly. With a slight movement, he instantly accelerated, his body transforming into a smooth, silvery-white streak of light, soaring straight into the sky and flying rapidly towards the core area of ​​the Sun Moon Empire's capital.

Now that they've already taken action and thoroughly provoked the royal family, there's no need to hide or try to avoid them.

Instead of being chased around by royal guards and constantly causing trouble, it's better to go directly to the heart of the capital and resolve all the problems once and for all, saving time and effort.

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The capital of the Sun Moon Empire, Tian Dou City, is far larger than the Douluo Continent's Tian Dou City. It is the largest, most prosperous, and most majestic megacity on the entire Sun Moon Continent.

The city walls here are higher, thicker, and stronger, constructed entirely of top-quality massive stones, making them majestic and imposing. The streets within the city are wide, flat, and laid out in a neat and orderly manner, connecting in all directions, far more impressive than those of ordinary cities.

In the core area far from the city, towering pagoda-shaped buildings stand tall, their tops inlaid with enormous crystal soul-guiding devices. Sunlight falls upon them, refracting into tiny, dazzling rays, creating an extraordinary and magnificent sight.

Yang Jian hovered high above the capital city, his figure upright, his robes fluttering in the wind.

His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, steady and clear, penetrating the wind and carrying for miles around the city gates, so that everyone could hear it clearly: "Emperor of the Sun and Moon Empire, come out to see me."

All the guards at the city gate looked up in horror at the strange figure hovering in mid-air. Some instinctively gripped their weapons, some shrank back in fear, and some froze in place, their minds blank, unable to react for a long time.

The entire city gate fell into an absolute silence; the air seemed to freeze, and no one dared to utter a sound or make a move. No one dared to respond to Yang Jian's shout, and no one dared to step forward to provoke him.

The city guard commander suppressed his fear and stood on the steps, looking up and shouting, trying to project official authority. But his voice was weak and trembling slightly: "You audacious madman! His Majesty is the ruler of the country, the supreme sovereign. How can you expect to see him as you please! Retreat immediately, or you will be killed without mercy!"

Despite their harsh words, the actions of all the guards were completely honest. No one took a single step forward, their weapons clenched and unclenched, and all their eyes were fixed on Yang Jian in mid-air, filled with awe and fear. No one dared to make a move.

Yang Jian hovered high in the sky, his robes fluttering in the wind, waiting quietly without urging him or causing any trouble.

After a full cup of tea's time, three slender figures suddenly soared into the air from the direction of the palace, arriving in front of Yang Jian in an instant, standing opposite him at the same height in the sky.

The three were all dressed in dark-colored, formal robes, with the exclusive emblem of the Sun Moon Empire's Hall of Worship embroidered on their chests. The emblems were solemn and conveyed a sense of high status. All three were around sixty years old, possessing a calm and profound aura, and were all titled Douluo level cultivators.

Although they are all titled Douluo, the difference in the thickness of their auras is obvious, and their strength levels are clear at a glance.

The guards and generals at the city gate below breathed a huge sigh of relief upon seeing the three figures, as if they had seen saviors. They bowed and saluted, their voices filled with relief: "Greetings, First Elder, Second Elder, Third Elder!"

The Grand Elder of the Offering Hall kept his eyes straight ahead, completely ignoring the crowd below. His gaze fell on Yang Jian, carefully scanning him from head to toe, silently probing the depth of the other's cultivation.

The Second Elder frowned deeply, his mind racing through the records of all the top experts on the Sun and Moon Continent, repeatedly checking them before finally speaking in a deep voice: "There has never been a record of an expert like you on the entire Sun and Moon Continent. You are definitely not a native."

The Third Elder remained silent throughout, his body slightly turned to the side, a faint layer of soul power quietly gathering at the tip of his right finger, ready to strike at any moment, his aura tense.

The elder's lips moved slightly, about to continue asking about their origins and purpose.

At that very moment, a gentle yet incredibly powerful and terrifying pressure slowly emanated from Yang Jian.

This oppressive force wasn't violent; its spread was gentle and gradual, yet it undeniably altered the weight of the surrounding air. All the guards and generals below instantly felt a weight on their shoulders, an inexplicable pressure pressing down on them, making it difficult to breathe.

The expressions of the three elders of the Offering Hall changed drastically in an instant.

The elder's pupils suddenly contracted, his face filled with shock.

The Second Elder immediately shut his mouth, not daring to utter another word.

The soul power light that had just condensed at the Third Elder's fingertips instantly extinguished on its own, and his tense body completely relaxed, abandoning all vigilance.

The three of them instantly made a precise judgment: this was a level 98 Title Douluo!

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All three of them were only at level 92, and the gap between them and a top expert at level 98 was like an insurmountable chasm. Any resistance or probing was meaningless.

Suppressing the turmoil in his heart, the Grand Elder spoke with utmost caution and respect, "May I ask who this esteemed senior is? And what brings you to the palace today to seek His Majesty's favor?"

The Second Elder remained silent, his gaze constantly scanning Yang Jian's body, carefully capturing every detail of his aura, trying to determine the other party's true intentions, not daring to overlook the slightest detail.

Yang Jian's gaze remained calm and indifferent, his expression unchanged throughout, and his tone was calm and composed: "Have your emperor come out to see me."

He paused slightly, his voice carrying no threat, yet exuding supreme authority: "If this continues, this city will have no reason to exist."

The First Elder and the Second Elder exchanged a quick glance, both seeing deep apprehension in each other's eyes. They were perfectly aware that the powerful figure before them was not bluffing; he absolutely had the ability and the confidence to deliver on his promises.

The situation was urgent, so the Third Elder did not linger. He turned around and transformed into a streak of light, flying swiftly towards the depths of the palace to personally summon the Emperor.

After a brief wait, the Third Elder returned quickly, followed by a middle-aged man wearing a five-clawed dragon robe.

The middle-aged man was tall and upright, with dignified and imposing features, and his brows exuded a calm and composed aura as someone who had long held the highest position and ruled the world.

He landed in mid-air opposite Yang Jian, his gaze open and unwavering, looking directly at the mysterious top expert who had suddenly appeared before him. His aura was calm and composed, neither humble nor arrogant.

Yang Jian immediately and accurately sensed the other party's cultivation level: a level 95 Title Douluo.

This imposing middle-aged man in a dragon robe is none other than Emperor Xu Langya, the supreme ruler of the Sun Moon Empire.

Above the imperial palace of the Sun Moon Empire, the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe; the tension was almost palpable.

Xu Langya hovered in mid-air, his body swirling with dense, dark purple soul power. Powerful and domineering forces spread outwards, enveloping the entire sky above the palace.

Behind him, a gigantic phantom of the Purple Radiance Annihilation Dragon slowly emerged, its enormous body spreading out and almost dominating the entire sky above.

The dragon's head, once held high, was now lowered, coldly surveying the imperial city below, its dark red eyes piercingly cold.

Xu Langya's brows were tightly furrowed, his face was cold and stern, and the overwhelming pressure of an emperor spread out, enveloping the heavens and the earth.

His voice carried the scrutiny and intense pressure unique to those in high positions as he asked the young man opposite him in a deep voice, "Who are you? What do you want by trespassing in my capital?"

High above, the wind howled, and the air currents were incredibly violent, making it difficult for people to stand steadily.

Yang Jian also stood in mid-air, the hem of his plain white robe billowing and swaying wildly in the gale. He slowly raised his eyelids, looking directly at Xu Langya, whose expression was cold and full of anger. His tone was so calm that it couldn't be more so, as if he were just casually talking about an insignificant family matter, without revealing the slightest tension or fear.

"I killed your third prince and came here specifically to tell you not to bother me again."

The moment those few words landed, the entire world fell into a deathly silence.

The howling wind suddenly stopped, and the air above the palace seemed to have been sucked out instantly, leaving not a trace of airflow.

The world was eerily quiet; you could hear a pin drop.

Xu Langya's expression changed rapidly, almost visibly. At first, he was completely bewildered, not immediately grasping the meaning of those words. Then, he was utterly shocked, and finally, his entire face was completely engulfed in overwhelming rage.

The phantom of the Purple Emperor Annihilation Dragon behind him instantly became restless. Its raised dragon head suddenly jerked upward, and a dense dark purple light exploded around it, with thick energy waves sweeping out in all directions.

The air high above was compressed by this terrifying force, emitting a faint and muffled buzzing vibration that sent chills down one's spine and made one's whole body tense.

The three imperial elders stationed atop the palace walls, responsible for the emperor's personal protection, all underwent a dramatic change in expression. Their previous composure and nonchalance vanished completely, replaced by expressions of grave seriousness and fury.

Without the slightest hesitation, the three activated their martial souls almost simultaneously. Three distinct martial soul phantoms instantly appeared above their heads, their immense soul power spreading out and echoing the oppressive aura from the sky.

The Great Elder's natal martial soul, the Black Bull phantom, solidified with a bang, stepping steadily forward half a step on the invisible air currents.

His robust and sturdy physique exudes a calm and domineering aura, causing the surrounding air to vibrate slightly, giving people an indestructible sense of pressure.

The Falcon Martial Soul above the Second Elder's head instantly spread its wings. The moment the wide wings were fully open, its extreme sharpness was revealed without reservation, and its sharp aura locked firmly in mid-air, ready to strike.

The scimitar spirit in the Third Elder's hand trembled slightly, and a layer of piercing cold light quickly condensed on the icy blade. A chilling killing intent instantly permeated his body, and his aura became sharp and fierce.

"How audacious!"

The elder's voice was deep and resonant, his chest brimming with rage, and every word carried a powerful sense of intimidation.

"How dare they kill a royal prince and then swagger into the palace to shout in public! They are utterly arrogant and disrespectful!"

As he spoke, the black bull martial spirit above his head took another step forward, its thick, sturdy hooves slamming heavily into the void. Layer upon layer of energy ripples spread rapidly through the air, causing the entire void to tremble and shake slightly.

The Second Elder remained silent, but his Falcon Martial Soul had completely locked onto Yang Jian in mid-air.

With sharp, unblinking eyes, the eagle intently stared at every opening around its target, its wings taut, its muscles bulging with power, ready to launch a swift and fierce attack at any moment.