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

"Join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School," Chen Xin said casually. "Sever all ties with the Spirit Hall from now on, and I'll spare your life."

"Don't worry, Yue Guan is definitely going to die today."

"No one will know that you joined the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."

Gu Rong nodded slightly, offering no rebuttal.

Yang Jian's talent is indeed exceptional.

If we could bring him into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

In the future, it may even become a powerful weapon to overthrow the Spirit Hall.

As for whether this kid will outwardly comply but inwardly defy him?

Gu Rong's lips curled up slightly.

If we arrest his family members, he'll surely submit obediently.

If he obeys, arrange for several women from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School to give birth to his children, thus binding his bloodline to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Ning Fengzhi has done this kind of thing quite often.

"hehe."

Yang Jian looked at the two high-ranking Title Douluos and immediately smiled.

"Join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?"

He shook his head slightly, his voice not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"ridiculous."

"What if another level 95 Title Douluo comes along?"

"Perhaps there's still a chance to take me down."

"But the two of you aren't qualified."

The air seemed to freeze.

Chen Xin's eyes changed.

Gu Rong's smile froze on his face.

Yue Guan was also dumbfounded.

He knew that Yang Jian was very strong, and his combat power could not be measured by level at all; he was strong enough to contend with ordinary Title Douluo.

But neither Chen Xin nor Gu Rong are ordinary Title Douluos!

Where does Yang Jian get his confidence from?

Is someone secretly protecting you without your knowledge?

The silence lasted for a few breaths.

Chen Xin's gaze gradually turned cold.

"Since you're so ungrateful," he slowly raised his hand, summoning the Seven Kill Sword, which emitted a clear sword cry, "then I can't let you live."

The moment the words fell, a chilling sword aura shot into the sky, and the air within a radius of hundreds of meters seemed to freeze.

The soul power pressure of a level 96 titled Douluo was released without reservation.

The weight of the stones on the ground caused them to tremble slightly.

The ancient banyan tree also stirred.

The bony armor on his body began to spread, quickly covering his entire body.

His arms grew thicker and longer, and half-foot-long bone spurs sprang from his fingertips, gleaming with a chilling light.

Bone Dragon Possession!

"Boy."

Gu Rong stared at Yang Jian with a cruel smile in his eyes and said, "In all these years, you are the first junior who has dared to look down on me. I will not let you die easily."

Yue Guan took a deep breath and completed the martial soul possession as well.

The rare and precious Chrysanthemum bloomed behind him, and nine soul rings rose up.

Two yellows, two purples, and five blacks.

He shielded Yang Jian behind him, his eyes filled with determination.

"Yang Jian, hurry..."

“Uncle Yue,” Yang Jian interrupted him.

Yue Guan was taken aback.

"Please help me hold off Gu Rong." Yang Jian's voice was calm and resolute. "I'll deal with Chen Xin."

Yue Guan opened his mouth, as if to say something.

But looking into Yang Jian's calm, still eyes, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

There's no escape, only battle.

"Okay." Yue Guan gritted her teeth. "Be careful."

Before he finished speaking, his figure had already soared into the sky, heading straight for the ancient banyan tree.

Golden petals fell from the sky, enveloping the ancient banyan tree.

The ancient banyan tree sneered, and with a flick of its bone claws, the petals shattered.

He then engaged Yue Guan in battle and left the battlefield.

On the ground, only Yang Jian and Chen Xin remained.

An old man and a young boy faced each other from afar.

Yang Jian raised his head, looked at Chen Xin who was floating in the air, and spoke softly.

"I have a question."

Chen Xin didn't speak, but looked down at him.

Yang Jian asked, "Who exactly sent you this letter?"

"Even within the Spirit Hall, very few people probably know anything about me."

"Your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is far too well-informed."

"You've planted spies within the Spirit Hall?"

"And this spy holds a very high position?"

Listen to what Yang Jian said.

Chen Xin's expression remained unchanged.

"They're already people who are about to die."

"What good is knowing all this?"

Yang Jian shook his head.

"I hope you'll still be this stubborn later."

He flipped his right hand over.

The three-pointed, double-edged sword appeared in his palm, and the blade grew longer as it faced the wind, instantly transforming into a three-meter-long blade.

The three-pointed cutting edge trembled slightly, as if yearning for something.

Yang Jian gripped the hilt of the knife tightly, and his entire demeanor underwent a dramatic transformation at that moment.

Chen Xin's pupils contracted slightly.

This martial spirit is extraordinary!

Chapter 33 This child must not be allowed to live!

Yang Jian made a move.

Without hesitation, without testing the waters.

He stomped his feet hard on the ground, and like an arrow released from a bow, he shot towards Chen Xin in the sky.

The three-pointed double-edged sword drew a silver-white arc in my hand, tearing the air apart and emitting a sharp whistling sound wherever the blade passed.

The power and speed that erupted in that instant even surprised Chen Xin.

So fast!

But after all, he was a level 96 Title Douluo who had roamed the continent for decades and had seen all sorts of things.

His surprise was fleeting; his right hand had already gripped the hilt of the Seven Kill Sword, raising it to parry.

"clang--!"

A deafening clang of metal clashing exploded in the sky, the sound waves spreading in all directions, causing the rubble on the ground to tremble.

Chen Xin's expression changed.

The power emanating from the sword far exceeded his expectations.

He felt an overwhelming, unreasonable force.

He underestimated it.

I only used seven-tenths of my strength just now.

In contrast, Yang Jian was clearly going all out.

Chen Xin was cleaved from the air by this sword.

"boom!"

Dust flew everywhere, and a shallow crater several meters wide was smashed into the ground.

Chen Xin knelt on one knee at the bottom of the pit, holding the Seven Kill Sword horizontally in front of him. Although he blocked Yang Jian's attack, his arm was slightly numb and a sharp pain came from the tiger's mouth.