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

His eyes, which usually held a hint of laziness, were now gleaming with sharp light, and his expression was extremely solemn.

"What's wrong?" Yang Jian sat up straight.

Yue Guan did not answer, but instead fully activated his soul power perception, probing in a certain direction.

A moment later, his face turned extremely ugly, his lips moved slightly, and he squeezed out a few words.

How did they end up around here?

Yang Jian frowned and released his senses.

They discovered that two extremely powerful auras were rapidly approaching from the southeast.

That sense of oppression.

It's definitely not something an ordinary Title Douluo could emit.

Level 95.

He must be at least a level 95 Title Douluo!

There are only a handful of Title Douluos above level 95 across the entire continent.

They will appear at this time and place, and they will even be traveling together...

Yang Jian had a vague guess in his mind.

"It's them." Yue Guan's voice carried a hint of apprehension. "Two elders of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong!"

The moment the words left his mouth, the two figures were already inches away.

Yue Guan's perception was correct; the other party was heading straight for the carriage, its target so clear that it could not be ignored.

"Chrysanthemum Pass!"

Suddenly, an old yet loud voice came from the sky, carrying undisguised contempt.

"Do you like hiding in the carriage like a coward?"

Yue Guan's face was extremely ugly.

He took a deep breath and turned to look at Yang Jian.

"Stay in the car, don't go out."

Before he finished speaking, Yue Guan's figure had already disappeared from the carriage.

Yang Jian lifted the carriage curtain and looked up at the sky.

Two figures hovered in mid-air, looking down at the carriage below.

The man on the left was tall with white hair and beard, wearing a gray robe, and had a cold, stern face.

Sword Douluo Chenxin.

The man on the right was thin, with a sinister face and unhealthy grayish-white skin. His body was covered with a thin layer of bone armor, and his arms were exceptionally thick and long, with fingertips as sharp as claws.

Ancient banyan tree.

Yue Guan stood in front of the carriage, looked up at the two uninvited guests, his expression so gloomy it could drip water.

"Dust Heart, Ancient Banyan Tree".

His voice carried a hint of wariness: "What do you mean by this?"

Gu Rong crossed his arms and looked over the moon gate, his gaze landing on the carriage.

"Hey kid inside, come out. Don't make me do it myself."

His tone was nonchalant, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

As for Yue Guan, he didn't even bother to give him a second glance.

Although they are both level 95 titled Douluo.

However, the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum is not a martial spirit known for its combat prowess.

Even if Chen Xin were alone, defeating Yue Guan would only be a matter of time, let alone Chen Xin standing nearby.

Yue Guan clenched his fist, actually aiming at Yang Jian!

He stepped forward and blocked the carriage behind him, his gaze sharp as a knife.

"What exactly do you want?"

Chapter 32 Joining the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?

Regarding the questions raised by Yue Guan.

Chen Xin remained silent, hovering quietly in the air, his gaze fixed on the carriage, as if he were examining something.

Gu Rong was quite happy to answer.

"I heard that your Spirit Hall has produced a twelve-year-old Soul King, with quite impressive talent." He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a cryptic smile. "Some time ago, a letter was sent to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, mentioning this genius's unparalleled talent."

"He also mentioned that he has left Wuhun City to go out and train, and only you are with him."

Yue Guan's heart sank.

“When Feng Zhi heard the news, he was greatly shocked.” Gu Rong’s tone was somewhat playful. “Just to be on the safe side, Old Swordsman and I had to make a trip.”

"Chrysanthemum Pass, you should understand what we mean."

Upon hearing this, Yue Guan remained silent.

Of course he understands.

This isn't the first time the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has stifled geniuses.

The three sects have been engaged in open and covert struggles for so many years.

The number of geniuses who died under Chenxin's sword is too many to count on two hands.

He just hadn't expected it.

How could the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's information be so fast and accurate?

A letter...

There's a traitor within the Spirit Hall!

"Chrysanthemum Pass." Gu Rong's voice rang out again, tinged with impatience. "Don't even think about running away. There are no Spirit Hall members around here today. You can't escape."

"If you know what's good for you, you can end your own life now and suffer less physical pain."

Yue Guan's heart sank to the bottom.

He knew it was all over for him today.

If it were just either Chen Xin or Gu Rong, he might be able to escape with Yang Jian if he risked his life.

But he wasn't even 10% confident that he could defeat two level 95 Title Douluos.

But he will not give up.

"Xiao Jian!" Yue Guan turned around abruptly, her voice urgent, "Run! I'll hold them off!"

He was prepared to fight tooth and nail.

however……

Why run?

Yang Jian's calm voice came from the direction of the carriage.

Yue Guan was stunned.

Yang Jian lifted the carriage curtain and stepped down from the carriage at a leisurely pace.

His steps were unhurried, his gaze sweeping lightly over the dust and ancient banyan trees in the sky, without the slightest fear on his face.

"Are you crazy?" Yue Guan exclaimed anxiously. "Do you know who they are? Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong, one is level 96 and the other is level 95!"

“I know.” Yang Jian nodded.

Yue Guan was so angry he almost vomited blood.

You know that, why aren't you running?

Gu Rong couldn't help but laugh as he watched this scene.

"You really are a case of a newborn calf not fearing a tiger." He shook his head, a hint of pity in his eyes, and said, "Kid, you probably don't understand the difference in strength at all, do you?"

Chen Xin remained silent.

She simply observed Yang Jian quietly.

His gaze was sharp as a sword, as if it could see through everything.

After a while.

A hint of surprise flashed in Chen Xin's eyes.

Level 50.

It really is level 50.

The twelve-year-old Soul King.

Such talent is unparalleled in the entire history of the continent.

Moreover, this young man was facing two Title Douluos.

He remained completely unfazed.

This courage and character are truly rare.

Chen Xin suddenly spoke.

"Boy."

His voice was deep and steady, carrying an unquestionable authority.

"I will now give you a way out."

Yang Jian looked up at him.