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

"Why are you looking at Yang Jian? Did he kill Gu Rong?"

Yue Guan's lips twitched, and his eyes turned strange.

Yang Jian stepped forward, his tone calm.

“That’s right, Gu Rong was indeed indirectly killed by me, and Chen Xin also lost an arm.”

Bibi Dong was stunned.

The onlookers were stunned.

Then a murmur broke out.

"Indirectly killed by him? What do you mean?"

"What else could it mean? It means that Gu Rong's death is related to him."

"A Soul King connected to Gu Rong's death? Do you believe it?"

"Don't believe that! That's no way to brag."

"But His Majesty Yue Guan said the same thing."

"Your Majesty Yue Guan has a good relationship with Yang Jian, so you're covering for him."

Bibi Dong gripped the scepter tightly, her chest heaving slightly, anger surging within her.

She looked at Yang Jian, her voice very low.

"Yang Jian, now even you've learned to lie?"

Yang Jian did not back down, keeping his gaze level with Yang Jian's.

"The teacher doesn't believe me, and there's nothing I can do about it, since there really isn't a good way to prove it."

Yang Jian called His Holiness the Pope "teacher"?

The crowd stirred again.

They knew Yang Jian's identity was not simple, but knowing it was nothing compared to the fact that his status was so high. As a disciple of His Holiness the Pope, the prestige of this identity within the Spirit Hall was self-evident.

Even so, it doesn't seem to mean that Yang Jian can kill people at will in the Spirit Hall, nor does it mean that he can fabricate such outrageous lies.

Bibi Dong's eyes were gloomy, suppressing her anger.

"Very well, I will not ask any more questions about this matter for now, let's just assume it's true."

Her gaze fell on the disheveled Yan. "Come, tell me, why is this?"

"Although Yan is usually quite reckless, you've been away training for a while and haven't seen him at all. Why are you treating him like this as soon as you come back?"

Yang Jian answered casually.

The tone was as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

"Because he wrote a letter to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, revealing my information and my trip out for training, Chen Xin and Gu Rong came to intercept and kill me."

The whispering crowd quieted down again.

All eyes turned to Yan on the ground.

Some were shocked, some were skeptical, and some were skeptical.

But no one spoke; they were waiting for Yan's reaction.

Yan curled up on the ground, his naked body trembling slightly under everyone's gaze.

A sense of humiliation welled up inside him, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

But he forced himself to suppress the humiliation, raised his head, and looked at Bibi Dong.

"Your Holiness, I did not!" His voice was urgent. "He is lying! My loyalty to the Spirit Hall is as clear as day. How could I possibly leak information and do something that would harm the interests of the Spirit Hall?"

His expression was incredibly sincere, and his voice was filled with anger and grievance at being wrongly accused.

If you didn't know the inside story, anyone who saw him like this would believe he was innocent.

Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes slightly, her gaze lingering on Yan for a few moments.

She actually believed Yan's words more.

Yan grew up in the Spirit Hall and was selected into the Golden Generation for training at the age of six. His talent, loyalty, and potential were all tested.

It's indeed unreasonable to say that he would betray the Spirit Hall and write a letter to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Chapter 73 Yang Jian, Kneel Down

Not only Bibi Dong, but the onlookers also tended to believe Yan.

They looked at Yang Jian with a hint of doubt in their eyes.

Just then, Yue Guan stepped forward: "Yang Jian didn't lie. Chen Xin said it himself, and it was Yan who sent the letter to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. I can prove that."

Bibi Dong's resolve wavered once again.

Yue Guan had been following her since she was still a saintess.

He was diligent and conscientious, and never made a mistake.

Logically speaking, Yue Guan shouldn't have helped Yang Jian deceive himself in this matter.

But after those outrageous words, she felt that Yue Guan had already sided with Yang Jian.

If he comes forward to vouch for her now, it's highly likely that he's just helping Yang Jian cover up his lie.

She couldn't make up her mind for a moment.

On one side is Yue Guan, who has been with her for decades, and on the other side is Yan, whom she has raised since childhood.

She needs solid evidence, not conflicting testimonies.

Meanwhile, Bibi Dong pondered how to handle the current situation.

Suddenly a scream interrupted her thoughts.

"what!"

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

Yang Jian was holding a knife in his hand, the blade stained with blood.

There was an extra ear on the ground, cut off at the root, still trembling slightly.

Yan covered his left ear, blood gushing from between his fingers, staining half of his face and shoulder red.

He screamed in pain, rolling around on the ground, his naked body covered in dust and blood.

Bibi Dong was startled, and her voice rose a few decibels.

"Yang Jian, what are you trying to do?"

Yang Jian seemed not to hear.

He lowered his head, looking at Yan rolling on the ground, his tone indifferent.

"Pick up the ear."

Yan was still screaming, seemingly oblivious to everything.

The onlookers looked at each other, wondering what Yang Jian was up to.

Cutting off someone's ear and then making them pick it up themselves—what kind of operation is that?

Bibi Dong frowned, but did not stop her.

She was making plans in her mind.

Although the specific reasons are still unclear, it seems that Yang Jian harbors a great deal of resentment towards Yan.

Compared to Yu Yan, that reckless man, she naturally valued Yang Jian more.

He possesses twin martial souls, is born with full soul power, is a Soul King at the age of twelve, and his first four soul rings are all ten thousand years old.

Such a genius is hard to find on the mainland.

If it were just cutting off Yan's ear, and that was the end of it, she could accept it.

"Yan," Bibi Dong's voice returned to calm, "Pick up your ear."

Yan stopped rolling around and started panting heavily.

He glanced at the aloof Bibi Dong, then at the onlookers with their varied expressions, and finally looked up at Yang Jian, who remained calm.

A glimmer of hope rose in his heart.

This is the Spirit Hall; Yang Jian would never dare to kill him in public!

If he can pick up his ear, he might be able to leave.

A deep hatred flashed in Yan's eyes.

This matter is not over yet!

Since the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School failed to kill Yang Jian, they are unreliable.

Then I'll go find the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family.

Someone will eventually kill this bastard!

He made up his mind: he would go back and immediately defect to the Spirit Hall to seek revenge.

"Okay, I'll pick it up."

Yan gritted his teeth, bent down, and picked up the ear from the ground.

Then he quickly got up from the ground, turned around and left.

But before he had taken more than a few steps, a hand pressed down on his shoulder.

"Did I let you leave?"

Yang Jian's voice came from behind.

Yan's body stiffened.

He slowly turned his head and saw Yang Jian's face very close to his.