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

The expression on his face remained unchanged, even his eyes were calm.

But it was precisely this calm that made Yan feel a deep-seated fear.

"What else do you want?" Yan's voice was filled with fear again. "I've done as you said, I've picked up the ear, what else do you want?"

Yang Jian did not answer.

He looked at Bibi Dong.

"Teacher, I must kill this person today."

Without waiting for Bibi Dong's reply, he raised the knife in his hand and stabbed it towards Yan's throat without hesitation or pause.

The strike was so fast that no one had time to react.

Bibi Dong's pupils contracted slightly, and her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something. But before she could utter a word, the blade had already fallen.

puff!

The sound of a blade piercing a throat was exceptionally clear in the quiet square.

Yan's pupils shrank to their maximum size in that instant.

He lowered his head and looked at the knife stuck in his neck, its tip protruding from the back of his neck, glistening coldly in the sunlight with beads of blood.

He couldn't believe it.

Yang Jian actually dared to commit violence in public.

His Holiness the Pope stood to the side, surrounded by hundreds of onlookers.

This is the Spirit Hall, the most powerful place on the continent.

What gives Yang Jian the audacity to kill someone here?

Yan turned his head with difficulty and looked at Yang Jian.

His mouth was open, but only a hissing sound could be heard from his throat. Blood gushed from the corner of his mouth and dripped down his chin.

He wanted to save himself.

Martial spirit incarnates, Flame Lord.

As long as the martial soul is attached to him, his physical strength and recovery ability will be greatly enhanced, and he may still have a chance to survive.

He activated his soul power.

But it was too late.

Yang Jian gripped the knife handle tightly and twisted his wrist.

The blade spun half a circle inside Yan's neck before being pulled out horizontally.

A head flew up.

Yan's perspective tumbled through the air, revealing his own body.

The headless body stood still, blood gushing from the severed neck like a red fountain.

The body twitched twice, then collapsed to the ground with a thud.

His eyes were filled with fear and resentment, but even more so with regret.

He regretted writing that letter.

He regretted underestimating Yang Jian's strength.

I regret not running away sooner.

But there's no going back.

The head fell to the ground, rolled twice, and came to rest in a pool of blood.

His eyes were still open, his pupils dilated.

"Humph."

Yang Jian put the knife back into his storage soul tool.

The entire room fell silent.

No one spoke, no one moved, and even the sound of breathing disappeared.

Hundreds of people stood motionless around the square.

Yang Jian acted too quickly.

From raising the knife to cutting off the head, it took only two breaths.

The speed was so fast that most people present didn't even see it clearly; the speed was so fast that before Bibi Dong could finish speaking, Yan was already dead.

But no matter how fast or slow it went, the deed is done.

Yang Jian killed Yan of the Golden Generation in the Spirit Hall's plaza, in front of His Holiness the Pope, and in front of hundreds of people.

Finally, someone realized what was happening.

"you……"

A young trainee stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief.

The other person covered their mouth, their eyes wide open.

Some people took two steps back, their faces pale and their legs weak.

The murmurs began to spread, but everyone kept their voices down, as if afraid of disturbing something.

Bibi Dong recovered her senses.

Her expression changed repeatedly, the veins on her forehead bulged, and her temples throbbed.

She was angry, but not because Yan was dead.

It was just one of the golden generation; once they're gone, they're gone. The Spirit Hall has no shortage of geniuses.

There was only one reason for her anger.

That means Yang Jian made a move right in front of her!

They killed Yan before she even nodded!

Without waiting for her reply, he killed Yan right in front of her!

This made Bibi Dong feel very embarrassed.

More importantly, she felt that Yang Jian was slipping out of her control.

This twelve-year-old boy has begun to act according to his own ideas and no longer needs her permission.

This feeling of being out of control was even harder for her to accept than Yan's death.

Bibi Dong took a deep breath, suppressing her surging anger.

She looked at Yang Jian, her voice low.

"Yang Jian, kneel down."

Chapter 74 You're a Good Kid

Bibi Dong did not say, "Why did you do this?"

It didn't say, "Do you even see me as your teacher anymore?"

She only uttered one word: kneel down.

This is an order, not a discussion.

The crowd quieted down, and all eyes turned to Yang Jian.

Kneel or not?

If he kneels down, there might still be room for maneuver in this matter.

Not kneeling is to challenge His Holiness the Pope's authority.

Yue Guan's brows furrowed slightly.

He looked at Yang Jian, his lips moved, but he ultimately remained silent.

A strange ripple also flashed in the ghost's eyes.

"Didn't you hear me?"

Bibi Dong stood in the center of the square, her scepter tapping the ground, her purple eyes fixed on Yang Jian.

Her oppressive aura was released silently, covering the entire square, making the air heavy and breathing difficult.

Yang Jian stood still, without moving.

He did not kneel down.

He simply watched Bibi Dong quietly.

"Teacher, it's fine for me to stand and talk."

Bibi Dong's oppressive aura suddenly intensified.

The air seemed to freeze, pressing down on everyone.

Those students with lower cultivation levels turned pale, breathed rapidly, and could not even stand steadily.

Several people collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

However, Yang Jian was completely unharmed.

He stood there, his robes fluttering in the wind, his hair flying backward, but his back was straight and his knees were not bent in the slightest.

His expression was calm, and his breathing was steady, as if the pressure exerted on him was just a gentle breeze.

"Ok?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes.

Her current cultivation level, thanks to the inheritance of the Rakshasa God, has reached level ninety-eight.

Although he didn't use his full strength.