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

"Don't have any illusions about Yan. No matter what, the fact that his name came out of Chen Xin's mouth means that he is inextricably linked to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."

"I'm going to kill him, what do you choose?"

Yue Guan's mind jolted.

He opened his mouth, wanting Yang Jian to investigate first, but when he met Yang Jian's cold and sharp eyes, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

He was silent for a long time.

"Whatever you say." Yue Guan finally sighed, his voice sounding somewhat weary. "The Spirit Hall can do without Yan, but it cannot do without you."

Yang Jian nodded slightly, but the coldness in his eyes did not dissipate in the slightest.

"Since that's the case," a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips, "then let him gloat in the Spirit Hall for a while longer."

"After a while, I will personally cut off his head in front of everyone in the Spirit Hall."

"Hang it on the city wall as a warning to others."

Yue Guan didn't answer, she just nodded.

"You keep your word," Chen Xin said. "We've already told you who delivered the message, so shouldn't you let us go now?"

Chapter 37 As expected of the Sword Douluo renowned throughout the continent.

Yang Jian looked at Chen Xin and suddenly smiled.

His smile was cold.

"I only said I was giving you a chance to live, but I didn't say I would definitely let you go."

Chen Xin and Gu Rong's expressions changed simultaneously.

"You!" Gu Rong struggled to stand up, but the excruciating pain in his broken leg caused him to fall back down. He gritted his teeth and glared at Yang Jian, his eyes filled with anger and despair.

"mean!"

"Despicable?" Yang Jian raised an eyebrow. "You two, one at level 95 and the other at level 96, teamed up to kill a twelve-year-old child like me, and that's not despicable?"

The ancient banyan tree was speechless.

Chen Xin's face was ashen, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and anger.

He knew that today was probably a very bad day.

He took a deep breath, ready to fight with all his might.

Even if they can't beat Yang Jian, they should at least drag Yue Guan down with them.

Yang Jian noticed the changes in his expression.

Suddenly, the conversation shifted.

"but……"

Chenxin and Gurong raised their heads at the same time.

"You've done me a favor." Yang Jian looked at them, a slight smile playing on his lips. "How about this, I can let one of you go."

"But you can decide for yourselves who it is."

"Whether you want to survive or let the other person survive is entirely up to you."

Chen Xin and Gu Rong were stunned.

Yang Jian held up one finger: "By the way, don't think about fighting to the death, otherwise, both of you will die here today. I'm not joking, remember that."

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

Chen Xin and Gu Rong exchanged a glance, their expressions shifting from despair to hesitation, but ultimately replaced by determination.

They looked at each other, a struggle flashing in their eyes.

They are all afraid of death, which is understandable, but if they have to pay for each other's lives to save their own...

Yang Jian watched this scene, and the smile on his lips deepened.

He turned and walked toward the carriage, leaving without looking back with a single sentence.

"I'll only give you the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."

"If we haven't reached an agreement by then, then none of us need to leave."

Yang Jian leaned quietly against the carriage, her eyes closed, seemingly indifferent to the fate of these two Title Douluos.

Chenxin and Gurong looked at each other.

They have been friends for decades, risking their lives together since they were young, serving the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School together, and crawling out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood together.

They are comrades-in-arms, brothers, and the people they trust most.

But now they have to choose one to die.

fear.

The fear of life and death.

Just then, Yang Jian's voice suddenly rang out again, slowly and casually: "It's human nature to be afraid of death, you don't need to feel embarrassed."

Both Chen Xin and the ancient banyan tree paused in their breathing at the same time.

"I've changed my mind now."

Yang Jian opened his eyes, a cold smile playing on his lips. "Whoever says 'I want the other to die' first will live."

“If none of you speak, you will all die.”

Chen Xin and Gu Rong's expressions changed again.

"Then let me die first..."

"Then let me die first..."

They almost unconsciously blurted out the same sentence.

The moment the words left their mouths, both of them froze.

They stared at each other, their expressions shifting from shock to disbelief. They never imagined that the other would be willing to die for them.

"I said it first!" Gu Rong was the first to react, his voice hoarse and urgent. "I said it first: I'll die, you release the old man, and I'll die!"

"Bullshit!" Chen Xin's face flushed red. "I was the one who spoke first, so I have to die!"

"Don't argue with me here, old swordsman. You are more useful than me to have survived. My cultivation is inferior to yours, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School needs you more!"

"Old bones..."

The two level 95 titled Douluo were arguing like ordinary civilians.

Yang Jian watched this scene and sneered.

"I've changed my mind again."

The argument stopped abruptly.

Chen Xin and Gu Rong looked at him at the same time, their eyes filled with fear and anger.

Yang Jian raised a finger, his voice eerily calm: "Now, I think it's better if whoever wants to live has to kill the other."

"Otherwise, I will kill you all."

Chen Xin's pupils suddenly contracted.

The ancient banyan tree's breathing became heavy.

"You!" Gu Rong gritted his teeth, his voice trembling with the excruciating pain from his broken leg. "You've been playing us! You never intended to let us go!"

"You've been playing us for a fool from the very beginning!"

Chen Xin's eyes also turned cold, and he placed his palm on the hilt of the Seven Kill Sword.

Yang Jian remained unmoved and indifferent.

He was just messing with Chen Xin and Gu Rong, but so what? If he wasn't strong enough to win, he would have died at their hands today.

He started counting down.

"three."

Chen Xin's hands were trembling.

He looked at the banyan tree, and the banyan tree looked back at him.

Are brothers of several decades really going to come to this?

"two."

A resolute glint flashed in Gu Rong's eyes.

Seeing the Seven Kill Sword in Chen Xin's hand, he gritted his teeth and charged forward.

"one."

"puff--!"

The sound of the sword piercing the body was clear and piercing.

Chen Xin stared wide-eyed at Gu Rong, whose chest had been pierced by his own Seven Kill Sword.

The Seven Kill Sword pierced through Gu Rong's chest, penetrating his heart, with the tip protruding from his back, dripping blood.

Gu Rong slowly raised her head and saw Chen Xin's pale face.

"You... protect Rongrong... protect her..."

Gu Rong's lips trembled, and blood kept spilling from the corner of his mouth.

His condition was already extremely poor.

This sword strike completely extinguished all his chances of survival.

He wanted to say something, but his body was already losing strength, and the light in his eyes was gradually fading.

He stared intently at Chen Xin, his eyes wide open, his lips moving silently, but the words he wanted to say would never come out.

"boom."