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

The Third Elder subtly twisted his wrist, subtly adjusting the angle of his curved blade, its cold, sharp tip precisely aimed at Yang Jian's vital neck. At the command of Xu Langya above, he would immediately unleash his full power, delivering a fatal blow, giving his opponent no chance to breathe.

The three top experts of the empire simultaneously gathered their power, and with their combined auras, the killing intent above the entire palace became extremely intense, and a great battle was about to break out.

Just as the three were about to join forces to suppress Yang Jian, Xu Langya suddenly raised his hand and waved it, directly stopping their actions.

His gaze was fixed on Yang Jian, scanning him from head to toe repeatedly. On the surface, he was examining the other's appearance and aura, but in reality, he was rapidly weighing the pros and cons, accurately assessing Yang Jian's true cultivation level, combat strength, and underlying value.

Chapter 291 Recruiting the General?

At this moment, the raging anger surging in Xu Langya's chest was almost overwhelming his reason. He wished he could immediately take action and suppress this young man who had killed his prince and stormed into the palace to provoke him.

But he was, after all, an emperor who had ruled the Sun and Moon Empire for many years. He was deep in thought and extremely shrewd. Even though he was burning with rage, he still retained the last shred of reason and forcibly suppressed his surging fury.

His mind raced, calculating rapidly, his thoughts crystal clear.

His own third prince was the most useless and incompetent among all the royal offspring. He spent his days idly, acting arrogantly and recklessly, abusing his princely status to cause trouble wherever he went. He bullied ordinary people, provoked trouble, and offended powerful figures, committing a multitude of evil deeds that utterly ruined his reputation.

On the path of cultivation, the Third Prince had absolutely no talent. He drifted aimlessly day after day, and his cultivation stagnated for years. He would never become a top expert in this lifetime.

He was completely ignorant of reading and writing, court politics, and governance. Apart from his status as a prince, he was utterly useless and had no redeeming qualities whatsoever.

Such a useless prince, if left in the royal family, would not only be of no help, but would also be a huge hidden danger at all times.

With his arrogant and domineering nature, he might one day provoke a top expert he can't afford to offend, bringing annihilation to the vast Sun Moon Empire.

But the young man in front of us, named Yang Jian, is only in his early twenties, yet he possesses the terrifying cultivation of a level 98 peak Douluo.

Such strength is among the top tier across the entire Sun and Moon Continent. Even major empires and ancient sects would go to great lengths to win them over and treat them as honored guests.

Trading a useless, trouble-making prince for a level 98 peak Douluo to submit to the empire, serve the Sun Moon Empire, guard its territory, and deter foreign enemies—this deal is a guaranteed win by any measure, with no possibility of loss.

Having grasped the implications, Xu Langya's anger subsided considerably. However, the simmering resentment from years in a high position hadn't completely dissipated, and his voice still held an intensely suppressed coldness as he spoke coldly.

"I can forgive your past transgressions and not pursue the death penalty for killing the Third Prince. But you must agree to one condition: from now on, submit to the Sun Moon Empire, serve me wholeheartedly, and assist me in consolidating the Sun Moon Empire."

Upon hearing these words, the three elders who were poised to attack simultaneously showed obvious surprise on their faces and turned to look at Xu Langya in mid-air.

They originally thought that the emperor would be enraged by the murder of his prince and the humiliation suffered by the royal family, and would personally kill Yang Jian to avenge the prince.

Unexpectedly, Xu Langya actually swallowed his anger and chose to offer amnesty to this powerful enemy who had stormed the palace.

However, all three were ancient monsters who had lived for hundreds of years. They were insightful and experienced, and they quickly understood Xu Langya's entire plan.

It was clear that this was a sure-fire deal: sacrificing a useless prince in exchange for the loyalty of one of the continent's top experts was entirely beneficial to the Sun Moon Empire.

Having figured this out, the three immediately suppressed their surprise and anger, silently withdrew their gazes, and stood obediently in place, none of them uttering a word of opposition to the emperor's decision.

Faced with the extremely tempting terms of amnesty offered by Xu Langya, Yang Jian's face remained completely calm, his eyes expressionless, as if he had heard something utterly trivial.

His tone remained calm and casual, and he replied bluntly, "Not interested."

Three simple words, light and casual, completely exhausted Xu Langya's patience.

The raging fire that he had just forcibly suppressed in his heart broke free of its restraints at this moment, erupting like a dormant volcano after many years, instantly engulfing every inch of his body.

The illusory image of the Purple Emperor Annihilation Dragon behind him fully unfolded, its enormous body blotting out the sky and enveloping the entire palace.

A dense, dark purple soul power surged and erupted wildly from his body, continuously pouring into the illusory martial soul. His own aura also surged wildly in an instant, soaring to its peak.

The surrounding air was forcibly pushed aside by this terrifying imperial pressure, and violent shockwaves spread wildly in all directions.

The rubble, broken bricks, and tiles scattered on the ground below the palace were all shaken, tumbling, and shifting.

The dragon and phoenix banners erected on the city walls in the distance were also blown about by the violent air currents, making the whole world look terrifying.

Xu Langya's tone suddenly dropped, his voice was icy and chilling, each word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying an extreme chilling killing intent.

"Don't act so arrogantly and recklessly just because you have a cultivation level of ninety-eight. Do you really think I can't do anything to you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Langya stepped into the air and dashed forward instantly, his speed so fast that he was left as a blur.

The phantom of the Purple Emperor Annihilation Dragon behind him moved in perfect sync with his actions, its massive body lunging forward with terrifying, world-destroying power.

He unleashed a punch imbued with ninety percent of his soul power, and a dark purple dragon-shaped flame, refined to its extreme, detached from his fist, carrying a terrifying force capable of shattering the void, accompanied by a howling wind, and slammed fiercely towards Yang Jian.

The three imperial elders also acted simultaneously at the same moment, without the slightest hesitation, demonstrating perfect teamwork.

The Grand Elder unleashed the full power of his Black Bull Martial Soul, his thick, sturdy hooves shattering the void in front of him. A dark, heavy energy shockwave shot out straight towards Yang Jian's face, its force powerful and domineering, capable of easily crushing mountains.

The Second Elder's falcon wings flapped rapidly at a dizzying speed, whipping up sharp, piercing gusts of wind. Countless wind blades intertwined and condensed into a high-speed rotating vortex of wind blades, blocking Yang Jian's movement.

The Third Elder flicked his wrist, and the cold light of the curved blade in his hand instantly increased several times. The sharp blade sliced ​​through the air, creating a huge crescent-shaped blade light, revealing its sharpness and chilling killing intent.

Four incredibly powerful attacks, capable of severely injuring an ordinary Title Douluo, converged from four different directions—above, below, left, and right—precisely locking onto Yang Jian's position and completely sealing off any space for evasion or escape. They bombarded the same target relentlessly.

The four of them joined forces, determined to suppress and completely eliminate this powerful white-clad man who had trespassed into the capital, killed a prince, and refused to be offered amnesty.

Faced with this combined attack that was enough to instantly kill most Title Douluos, Yang Jian remained standing steadily in mid-air, his body motionless, his expression relaxed and calm, without the slightest tension or panic on his face, as if what was coming towards him was not the deadly attack of four top experts, but just a harmless breeze.

Chapter 292 Return to Peace

Yang Jian slowly raised his right hand and casually waved to Xu Langya, who was charging aggressively towards him. His movements were relaxed and casual, no different from greeting an ordinary person who was hesitant and afraid to step forward.

"I don't need my martial spirit; I can just go all out."

Before his words had even faded completely, four terrifying attacks had already landed on him.

The dark purple dragon-shaped flame struck his chest first, exploding violently. The violent energy swept around, causing the void to vibrate and hum.

A thick, black energy shockwave slammed into his shoulder, its powerful and domineering force violently assaulting his body. Sharp vortexes of wind blades swirled around him, relentlessly cutting through the surrounding air currents, attempting to tear his clothes and flesh apart.

The cold, crescent-shaped blade grazed the outside of his arm, its extreme sharpness piercing to the bone, carrying immense cutting power.

Four different colors and attributes of energy light instantly intertwined and merged into a thick and dazzling cocoon of light, tightly enveloping Yang Jian in the very center, completely airtight.

High above, energy roared continuously, and ear-piercing explosions rang out one after another, one after another, incessantly. The shockwaves made the eardrums of all the guards and palace staff in the palace below ache, and their heads buzzed. Everyone instinctively covered their ears and looked up at the sky with terrified expressions.

After a full three breaths, the raging, violent energy light gradually faded away, disappearing completely like smoke blown away by a gentle breeze, leaving no trace whatsoever.

As the dust settled, Yang Jian remained firmly in his original spot, his feet not having moved an inch, his posture as upright and elegant as ever.

Several small tears appeared on his white robe, and the edges of the torn fabric were slightly curled from being scorched by the high-temperature energy, making him look somewhat disheveled.

However, he himself was unharmed, his body was not damaged in the slightest, his breathing was steady and normal, and his complexion did not change at all.

On the other side, Xu Langya's fist remained frozen in mid-air, still in the posture of a full-force attack.

His knuckles were inches away from Yang Jian's chest, just a hair's breadth away from hitting him, but at this moment it was as if he had hit an invisible and hard wall of copper and iron, and could not move forward even an inch.

He stared blankly down at his fist, which he had unleashed with all his might and contained the power of his life's cultivation, then suddenly looked up at Yang Jian, who remained calm and unharmed. His pupils contracted sharply, and a tidal wave surged through his heart. He was completely dumbfounded.

At this moment, his decades of cultivation knowledge and combat experience were completely overturned, his mind went blank, and he was filled with disbelief.

"impossible……"

Xu Langya slowly withdrew his fist, subconsciously took two steps back, and then took two more steps back, deliberately widening the distance between himself and Yang Jian.

He stared intently at the white-clad youth before him, trying to find a trace of injury on the other man, wanting to confirm that everything he was seeing was an illusion.

"Even if you are a level 98 peak Douluo, and you withstand the full force of my and the three elders' attacks, you absolutely cannot be unharmed."

At the same time, the three imperial elders froze in mid-air, completely stunned. They withdrew their martial spirit powers, their serious and solemn expressions vanishing, replaced by utter astonishment and utter shock.

The three of them subconsciously exchanged glances, and each saw the same disbelief in the other's eyes. The shock in their hearts was beyond words.

The black bull martial spirit phantom above the Grand Elder's head dimmed rapidly and slowly dissipated into the void, completely losing its previous domineering aura.

The Second Elder's falcon folded its sharp wings and gently landed back on his shoulder, lying there quietly, its previous fierce killing intent completely gone.

The cold light of the scimitar in the Third Elder's hand completely disappeared, and all the condensed attack energy dissipated, returning to its most ordinary form.

The entire palace was eerily silent; you could hear a pin drop.

All the palace guards, palace attendants, palace servants, and eunuchs below had their eyes fixed on the white-clad figure in mid-air, filled with extreme awe and fear, and dared not even breathe loudly.

Xu Langya could not accept this outrageous result. The resentment, shock, and disbelief in his heart were intertwined and surging endlessly.

He suddenly leaped forward, his figure retreating several feet in an instant, creating a safe distance. He no longer held back any of his strength and unleashed all of his soul power without reservation.

The illusory image of the Purple Radiance Annihilation Dragon above his head stretched out and bloomed once more, its massive body covering the entire sky. Dark purple, boundless soul power rapidly gathered and compressed between his palms.

In just a moment, a gigantic energy sphere, enormous in size and bursting with energy, condensed and took shape.

The surface of the sphere of light is covered with fine electrical lines, and each line flickers and jumps, causing the surrounding air to tremble violently.

An invisible, terrifying pressure descended like a tidal wave, enveloping the entire palace and making everyone below feel a tightness in their chests and unable to breathe.

This is Xu Langya's ultimate trump card, the ninth soul skill of his martial soul, which he has now unleashed with all his might, reaching the peak of his cultivation.

Seeing this, the three elders completely abandoned their contempt and dared not hold back in the slightest. At the same time, all three of them activated their ninth soul skills with all their might, pouring out their life's cultivation and mobilizing all the soul power in their bodies, preparing to cooperate with the emperor to deliver a fatal blow.

The Grand Elder's Black Bull Martial Soul condensed into a pure black shockwave that was several times thicker and more destructive than before. Its energy was extremely condensed, and its destructive power was terrifying.

The Second Elder's Falcon Martial Soul unleashed a gigantic vortex of wind blades, far exceeding the size of the previous one. As it spun at high speed, it frantically tore through the air, creating an extremely piercing howling wind.

The scimitar in the Third Elder's hand erupted with a dazzling, doubly powerful, giant crescent-shaped blade aura, its domineering momentum locking onto the front.

Four incredibly powerful attacks, each condensing the full cultivation and life's strength of the four individuals, were simultaneously unleashed. These four vast and boundless torrents of energy crisscrossed the entire sky, like four surging rivers, ultimately converging precisely at the same point. With terrifying destructive power capable of leveling an entire small mountain and destroying a large part of an imperial city, they slammed heavily towards Yang Jian's location.

The moment the raging energy completely enveloped Yang Jian, the air within a radius of several feet around him was compressed to the extreme, forming a ring of transparent ripples that rapidly spread outwards.

The sea surface near the imperial city in the distance was also forcibly pressed into a brief, giant dent by this terrifying impact. The seawater surged and rolled wildly in all directions, creating a truly awe-inspiring scene.

After a few more breaths, the raging, boundless energy completely dissipated. The sea, which had been forcibly suppressed, slowly rebounded, gradually returning to its original calm and tranquil state.

Chapter 293 Fleeting Clouds

As the smoke and dust cleared, Yang Jian still stood firmly on the sea, his posture upright and steady as a rock, without moving an inch from beginning to end.

This time, his robe was even more badly damaged than before, with several long and deep tears on the hem, cuffs, and shoulders. The ends of his black hair also had some charred marks from the high-temperature energy, making him look quite disheveled.

But his skin remained fair and smooth, without a single scratch. The faint white marks left on his skin by the energy impact were visibly fading away rapidly, disappearing without a trace in an instant, and his skin was restored to its original state.

Witnessing this scene, Xu Langya was completely stunned.

He stood there blankly in mid-air, his gaze fixed on Yang Jian. The rage, shock, and resentment on his face had all faded, leaving only a deep sense of bewilderment and loss of focus.

At this moment, he was completely consumed by self-doubt, utterly unable to comprehend what was happening before his eyes. The combined attack of the four of them, exerting all their strength, hadn't even scratched the surface of their opponent.

In the moment when the entire audience was dead silent and everyone was in shock, Yang Jian slowly raised his right hand, gently clenched it into a fist, and casually extended it forward.

The entire movement was completely unremarkable, plain and simple to the point of being uncomplicated.