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

Although I am seriously injured now, if I fight with all my might, I may still be able to escape alive.

"Eighth Soul Skill, Spatial Gate!"

Gu Rong suddenly raised his right arm, and all the remaining soul power surged wildly.

A pitch-black spatial rift tore open behind him.

It gradually expanded into a portal large enough for two people to pass through.

Chen Xin's pupils contracted, and he instantly understood Gu Rong's intention.

He struggled to his feet and rushed toward the portal.

Yue Guan's expression changed: "This is bad!"

Yang Jian stood still.

He didn't even look at the portal; he just gave the Celestial Hound a glance.

"Roar--!"

The celestial hound howled to the sky, its voice shaking the heavens and the earth.

The portal suddenly trembled violently, and the black light on its surface began to flicker erratically.

Gu Rong's face turned deathly pale instantly. He could clearly feel that his connection with the spatial gate was being severed by a tyrannical and unreasonable force.

Chapter 36 The Traitor Within the Spirit Hall, Yan!

"Do not--!"

The ancient banyan tree let out a desperate roar.

The portal collapsed with a deafening roar, turning into countless black fragments that dissipated into the air.

Gu Rong and Chen Xin were blasted away by the backlash from the space and crashed heavily to the ground.

Gu Rong coughed up blood, and his injuries worsened.

Chen Xin was in no better shape. The collapse of the spatial gate also affected him, causing his soul power to become disordered, and he couldn't even stand steadily for a moment.

The Celestial Hound charged forward.

It bit down on the ancient banyan tree's legs.

"Crack!"

The sound of bones breaking was clearly audible.

"what!"

The ancient banyan tree let out a piercing scream, and blood gushed from its severed leg, staining a large area of ​​the ground red.

His body convulsed violently, and the already little color in his face drained away completely, leaving only a deathly pale complexion.

Chen Xin's body was trembling.

Looking at the pitiful state of the ancient banyan tree, he felt as if something was blocking his throat, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Even the portal to space cannot escape it.

This dog can even tear space apart?

"I told you, don't even think about running away," Yang Jian's voice rang out, tinged with a hint of mockery. "Feeling better now?"

The ancient banyan tree was still screaming, its voice growing weaker and weaker.

Chen Xin closed her eyes.

He knew he was going to die today.

He has lived for almost a hundred years.

He never imagined he would die at the hands of a twelve-year-old child.

But the facts were undeniable, leaving him no choice but to believe them.

Fear spread through his heart like a venomous snake, coiling around his soul and making it hard for him to breathe.

He doesn't want to die.

But he didn't want to beg for mercy.

Pride is not an option.

Footsteps sounded.

Yue Guan rushed back from afar and stood beside Yang Jian.

He looked at Yang Jian, who was covered in blood, and then glanced at Chen Xin and Gu Rong, who were lying on the ground barely alive. His heart was filled with turmoil.

Level 50.

He actually managed to fight Chen Xin, who was at level 96, to a standstill.

Even though they ultimately won thanks to the Celestial Hound, achieving this was already incredibly impressive.

Yue Guan looked at Xiaotian Dog and couldn't help but swallow hard.

This dog slapped Gu Rong to death, withstood Chen Xin's ninth soul skill unscathed, and even tore apart the spatial gate.

He recalled that six years ago, when Yang Jian had just awakened his martial soul, he thought that the Howling Celestial Dog was just an ordinary detached beast martial soul, nothing special.

Looking back now, it was incredibly foolish.

This is no ordinary martial soul.

This is clearly something even more terrifying than a three-pointed double-edged sword.

Yue Guan took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart, and turned to look at Yang Jian.

"Yang Jian, what should we do with these two people?"

He was stunned for a moment as soon as he said it.

Without realizing it, he had begun to follow Yang Jian's advice.

"I have my own plans."

Yang Jian said calmly, his gaze falling on Chen Xin and Gu Rong.

His eyes were as cold and sharp as knives.

Chenxin and Gurong felt uncomfortable under his gaze, a chill rising from their spines.

"Tell me," Yang Jian said, his voice not loud, yet carrying an irresistible force, "who sent you the letter?"

Chen Xin and Gu Rong were both taken aback.

“Tell us who delivered the message,” Yang Jian repeated, a cryptic smile playing on his lips. “I’ll give you a chance to live.”

Yue Guan nodded secretly.

The identity of that traitor must be found out.

There is a traitor within the Spirit Hall, and this person has access to Yang Jian's intelligence, so his position is probably not low.

If we don't root them out, it will cause even bigger problems later.

Chen Xin and Gu Rong exchanged a glance, both seeing hesitation in each other's eyes.

"You keep your word?" Chen Xin's voice was a little hoarse.

“Of course.” Yang Jian nodded. “You are lambs to the slaughter now. Your life and death are in my hands. I have no reason to lie to you.”

“However…” His eyes turned dangerous, “Don’t try to fool me. If I find out you’re lying, you know what will happen.”

Chenxin and Gurong fell silent.

If I don't speak, I'll surely die.

If I say it, at least there's still a glimmer of hope.

Chen Xin sighed and slowly said, "The letter was sent to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School a month ago."

"The messenger was clever; he didn't deliver the letter to the sect himself, but instead found someone on the road to deliver it on his behalf."

"However, there are spies everywhere around the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. With a little investigation, that person's identity will not be hidden."

Yue Guan frowned and couldn't help but interject, "You mean, that person isn't a spy you planted in the Spirit Hall?"

Chen Xin nodded: "We did plant a few spies in the Spirit Hall, but they were all limited to the outer members and could not infiltrate the inside at all. We don't know that person."

"Who is he?" Yue Guan pressed.

Chen Xin glanced at him and slowly uttered a name.

"Yan, the Golden Generation of the Spirit Hall."

"At least, our informants are absolutely certain that they haven't mistaken him for someone else; his physical characteristics match Yan perfectly."

Yue Guan's expression changed instantly.

"impossible!"

His voice rose several decibels, his face a mixture of shock and disbelief.

"Yan was an orphan since childhood. He was selected to join the Spirit Hall because he awakened the Flame Lord Martial Soul and had extremely high talent."

"He belongs to the golden generation, enjoying better treatment and resources than ordinary trainees..."

"He has always been loyal to the Spirit Hall, how could he possibly betray us?"

"You must be lying!"

Chen Xin looked at him expressionlessly: "That's the truth. Not only you, but even we don't know why Yan did this."

Yue Guan wanted to say something more, but Yang Jian raised his hand to stop her.

"Uncle Yue."

Yue Guan was taken aback and turned to look at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian's expression was calm, even frighteningly so.

There was no shock or anger in his eyes, only a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.