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

"what--!"

Tang Hao let out a scream that was not human, his whole body curled up like a shrimp, his hands covering his genitals, and he rolled around on the ground.

Tears streamed down his face.

He dared not look, dared not confirm whether that place was still there.

Seeing Tang Hao's appearance, Yang Jian showed a regretful expression and sighed.

"It seems I need to practice my accuracy more; it's just a little off."

"Let's try again."

His gaze fell on the ground, searching for suitable ammunition.

Soon, he spotted a fist-sized rock, bent down to pick it up, and weighed it in his hand.

"This thing is pretty big," Yang Jian muttered to himself. "Even if my accuracy is still a bit off, I shouldn't miss."

Upon hearing this, Tang Hao completely broke down.

He could feel that although his private parts were still there, they had been smashed to pieces.

If Yang Jian were to do it again...

He will truly lose all right to be a man.

"Don't...don't!"

Tang Hao's voice, filled with fear and the heavy blow he had just suffered, sounded almost unmanly. Tears and snot mingled together, making him look extremely disheveled.

He stretched out a hand and reached out towards Yang Jian, as if grasping at a straw.

"Please... spare me... spare me!"

His voice grew softer and softer until it almost turned into a sob.

The once invincible Haotian Douluo, the peerless powerhouse who once severely injured Pope Qian Xunji with a single blow, now lay on the ground like a stray dog, begging for Yang Jian's mercy.

Yang Jian smiled.

Yue Guan smiled too.

They all laughed heartily.

"Yo yo yo." Yue Guan stepped forward, looking down at Tang Hao with a mocking tone, "What's wrong with the once invincible Haotian Douluo? Begging for mercy now?"

The smile on his face carried a hint of cruelty.

"I don't know who was shouting to kill us just now," he shook his head, "and it hasn't been long, and you're already groveling before us?"

Tang Hao's face was extremely ugly, and the anger in his chest almost burned him to ashes.

But he dared not retaliate, dared not talk back, and did not even dare to look at Yue Guan.

His life is still in the hands of these two people.

Yang Jian's lips curled up slightly as he casually tossed the fist-sized rock away.

The stone whistled through the air and once again hit its target precisely.

This time, there were no deviations.

"what--!"

Tang Hao let out an even more shrill scream than before, curling up into a ball, his whole body convulsing, his back arched like a shrimp.

He could clearly sense that the place was completely ruined.

He can no longer be considered a man.

Pain, humiliation, fear, anger... all sorts of emotions intertwined, almost driving him insane.

But he dared not get angry.

He cannot die yet.

Tang Hao endured the intense pain, his voice broken and intermittent, as if squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Now...is that alright?" He gasped for breath, his face drained of color. "You've...gotten what you wanted...and turned me into..."

He paused, unable to bring himself to say the word.

"Isn't it time...you let me go?"

Yang Jian looked at Tang Hao without saying a word.

Tang Hao lay on the ground, not daring to look up or see Yang Jian's expression.

His body was trembling.

I don't know if it's because of the pain or the fear.

He harbored hatred in his heart.

He hated her to the extreme.

He had never experienced such humiliation in his life.

But he can't die, he can't just die like this.

He also wants to take revenge on the Spirit Hall, cultivate a mistress, and lead the Clear Sky Sect to rise again.

As long as I can live, what does it matter if I suffer a little humiliation?

This is called being able to bend and stretch.

Once I recover from my injuries and break through to the Limit Douluo level, everyone in the Spirit Hall will die.

These two guys in front of me must be in a much worse situation than I am today.

One hundred times, one thousand times!

Yue Guan looked at Tang Hao and suddenly laughed.

"Tang Hao, you need to be tougher. Just like before, pick up your Clear Sky Hammer and keep fighting."

"After all, people can't lose their fighting spirit just to survive, right?"

Tang Hao gritted his teeth, making a grinding sound, but did not answer.

Yang Jian looked at Tang Hao and slowly spoke.

"Respected Haotian Douluo." His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a knife, cutting into Tang Hao's heart piece by piece. "You, you don't even have the attitude of begging for mercy."

"You call this begging for mercy?"

Tang Hao's face flushed red with anger.

His face was originally deathly pale due to excessive blood loss.

At this moment, however, it was so red it looked like it was about to bleed.

"You've already made me less of a man...you even cut off my left leg...and the injuries you've inflicted on me will take at least three to five years to heal..."

What more do you want from me?!

Chapter 45 Tang Hao completely collapses

Yang Jian was speechless at Tang Hao's words.

He seriously suspected that this guy had probably blown himself silly by the explosion of the rings.

It was clearly you, Tang Hao, who came to our door first, made the first move, and threatened to kill us.

However, he was ultimately defeated.

Why do I feel like I'm the one who's being abused?

"Are you sure you're not mistaken about something?"

Looking at Tang Hao's face, which was full of humiliation and resentment, Yang Jian was too lazy to say anything more.

He stepped forward, raised his hand, and slapped him across the face.

The force was controlled just right; it wouldn't kill, but it would hurt enough.

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of a slap echoed through the valley.

Tang Hao was slapped so hard he rolled several times on the ground, his already severely injured body suffering further wounds, and he let out a series of groans.

He lay on the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his cheeks swollen high, looking utterly wretched.

Yang Jian looked down at him and said, "Didn't you hear me? I told you to beg for mercy."

Tang Hao lay on the ground, trembling all over.

humiliation.

Boundless humiliation overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.

He wanted to roar, to rebel, to pick up the Haotian Hammer and smash the boy into mincemeat.

But... he didn't dare.

He is afraid of death.

Tang Hao gritted his teeth, making a grinding sound, and braced himself with his hands on the ground.

He was struggling, hesitating, making a final choice between dignity and life.

In the end, Tang Hao came to his senses.

The most important thing is to stay alive.

As long as you're alive, there's still a chance.

Tang Hao got up from the ground, his movements difficult and slow, like an old man on his deathbed.

He raised his head and looked at Yang Jian. Those eyes, which were once as sharp as an eagle's, were now only filled with dimness and submission.

He slowly bent down and knelt on the ground.

"Please... let me go."