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

"Tsk tsk, they're going to parade them through the streets."

More and more people followed behind, from dozens to hundreds.

Yan shrank his neck, lowered his head, and dared not look at his surroundings.

His face was swollen like a pig's head, and tears and snot mixed together, making him look particularly pitiful.

Fifteen minutes later, Yang Jian finally arrived at the square.

The plaza is the largest open space in the Spirit Hall, and it is usually used for various ceremonies and large-scale events.

The ground was paved with huge stone slabs, and in the very center stood a statue of the Pope that was ten feet tall.

Yang Jian stopped and released Yan's ear.

Yan collapsed to the ground, curled up, trembling.

His fighting spirit had been completely extinguished, and he didn't even dare to look at Yang Jian.

The hundreds of people following behind also stopped, gathered around the square, and whispered among themselves.

At this moment, several figures emerged from the crowd.

They are all mid-to-high-level powerhouses of the Spirit Hall, some of whom are Soul Saints and some of whom are Soul Douluos. They are responsible for managing the daily affairs of the Spirit Hall.

They rushed over after receiving the news, and their brows furrowed when they saw Yan's appearance.

They had heard of Yang Jian before, and almost all of them had sent their younger relatives to meet him, but they were unaware of Yang Jian's true identity.

All that is known is that Yue Guan often teaches Yang Jian, and His Holiness the Pope seems to value him highly.

This alone is enough to prove that Yang Jian is no ordinary person.

“Yang Jian.” A Soul Douluo with gray hair stepped forward, speaking politely, “What’s going on here? If you have a grudge against Yan, you can report it. His Holiness the Pope will handle it personally. This is not a good thing.”

Yang Jian glanced at these people indifferently.

"The feud between me and him can never be resolved. He is doomed to die today. It's best if you all stay out of this."

Everyone was stunned by these words.

Certain death?

He wanted to kill Yan of the Golden Generation in front of so many people in the Spirit Hall's plaza.

The Contra player's face immediately darkened.

“Yang Jian, Yan is, after all, a member of the Spirit Hall’s Golden Generation, with the potential to become a Title Douluo. How could you kill him so easily? In my opinion, we should tell Her Majesty the Pope about this and see what she decides.”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a clear, cold voice came from above the square.

"Yang Jian, you had better give me an explanation."

Everyone's eyes turned simultaneously in the direction from which the sound came.

Bibi Dong descended from the sky.

She wore a black robe with gold trim, held a scepter, and her wine-red hair was tied up with a purple-gold crown, reaching down to her waist.

Her face was exquisitely beautiful, almost perfect, without any expression. Her purple eyes looked down at Yang Jian with scrutiny and pressure.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei followed behind her, one on her left and one on her right.

"Welcome, Your Holiness the Pope!"

Everyone in the square bowed in unison, their voices perfectly synchronized.

Yang Jian stood still, neither bending down nor bowing.

He looked up at Bibi Dong, his expression calm, his gaze unwavering.

Yue Guan glanced at Yang Jian, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

The ghostly figure was shrouded in black mist, its expression obscured.

Bibi Dong landed on the square, her scepter striking the ground with a dull thud.

She looked at Yang Jian, then at Yan, who was curled up on the ground, naked and covered in blood, and her beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"explain."

Bibi Dong's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority as she looked at Yang Jian.

The square was completely silent; everyone was looking at Yang Jian, waiting for his answer.

Chapter 72 Yue Guan, how dare you mock me?

Yue Guan stepped forward and stood in front of Yang Jian.

“Your Holiness, there is naturally a reason for this matter, please do not blame Yang Jian.”

Bibi Dong frowned slightly, and the sound of her scepter striking the ground was dull and suppressed.

"Then tell me, why did things turn out this way?"

Yue Guan cleared his throat, his voice becoming steady.

"His Holiness the Pope also knows that Yang Jian went out for training some time ago. During his training, he encountered Chen Xin and Gu Rong from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."

"The two men tried to intercept and kill him."

Bibi Dong's pupils contracted slightly.

The crowd of onlookers erupted in uproar.

Chen Xin and Gu Rong are the two great elders of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and both are titled Douluo at levels 96 and 95.

These two names are synonymous with strength in the world of Soul Masters; anyone who hears them will have to think twice.

The question is, although Yang Jian has amazing talent, why is he still able to stand here when he is being ambushed by two Title Douluos?

Bibi Dong's face was cold, and her voice was low.

"Yue Guan, are you joking with me?"

Yue Guan shook his head, his expression solemn.

“I was right next to Yang Jian at the time, and I can swear to God that this is absolutely true.”

Bibi Dong stared at him for a few moments, seemingly trying to determine the truth or falsehood of his words.

She slowly spoke: "Since that's the case, tell me, if Chen Xin and Gu Rong attacked together, why is Yang Jian still alive, and why are you still alive?"

Yue Guan did not answer immediately.

He turned to look at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian nodded.

Yue Guan withdrew his gaze and took a deep breath.

"It's very simple. Not only did Chen Xin and Gu Rong not fight, but Gu Rong also died."

The entire room fell silent.

There was no discussion, no whispering, and even the sound of breathing became extremely soft.

Hundreds of people stood around the square, frozen in place as if under a spell.

They doubted they were dreaming.

Yue Guan is indeed a level 95 Title Douluo, but his opponents are Chen Xin and Gu Rong.

With a Sword Douluo and a Bone Douluo working together, they could easily defeat the enemy in one month, or even two months.

Not to mention killing Gu Rong, that's simply a pipe dream.

Could it be that Yang Jian did it again?

joke.

A twelve or thirteen-year-old boy with the cultivation of a Soul King killed Gu Rong?

It's more like a god suddenly appeared and helped solve the problem.

Even the ghost raised an eyebrow at that moment.

He stood behind Bibi Dong, his eyes, hidden in the black mist, looking at Yue Guan with suspicion in them.

He had been Yue Guan's partner for decades and knew his old friend's personality well.

But what Yue Guan said today was so outrageous that he thought Yue Guan had lost his mind.

Bibi Dong's anger could no longer be contained.

She unleashed her overwhelming pressure, pressing down on Yue Guan.

"Yue Guan, how dare you mock me?"

Yue Guan's body suddenly sank, his knees bent slightly, and he almost fell to the ground.

His face was pale, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The ghost came over, reached out to help him up, and used its soul power to persuade him, "Old Ju, I know you and Yang Jian are usually on good terms, but you don't need to make up lies to deceive His Majesty the Pope for him. Besides, your lie is too outrageous; even I don't believe it."

Yue Guan steadied himself and gave the ghost a look that he had not lied.

He looked at Bibi Dong, his voice hoarse but firm.

“Every word I said is true. Gu Rong’s death may be due to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School blocking the news, but as long as His Holiness the Pope puts in the effort, he will definitely be able to find out.”

Seeing his confidence, Bibi Dong's anger subsided somewhat, replaced by a sense of unease.

Yue Guan has followed her for so many years and has never lied.

If all of this is true, then this is a huge issue.

"Alright, I'll take it as you didn't lie about this."

Bibi Dong's purple eyes were fixed on Yue Guan. "Then tell me, how did Gu Rong die? It's not that I look down on you, but you are no match for either Chen Xin or Gu Rong alone, let alone them together."

Yue Guan did not answer.

Instead, he glanced at Yang Jian again.

Bibi Dong noticed this action and snorted coldly.