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

He unleashed his spiritual power, spreading it outwards from himself in all directions.

The invisible spiritual force flowed silently like mercury spilling onto the ground, passing through streets, walls, and crowds.

Soon, he discovered a complex of buildings in the south of the city, covering a considerable area, with a large character "力" (li, meaning strength) above the gate of the mansion.

"found it."

Yang Jian withdrew his spiritual power and slowly walked towards the south of the city.

The south side of the city is quieter than the city center, with narrower streets and fewer pedestrians.

He walked along the street for a while, and finally stopped in front of a mansion.

The gate was vermilion, and a plaque hung above the gate with a powerful and elegant character for "strength" written on it.

A pair of stone lions crouch on each side of the gate, their surfaces polished to a shine, clearly indicating that they are frequently touched.

The mansion occupies a large area, and the walls extend far into the distance, seemingly without end.

Yang Jian used his mental energy to sense it again and confirmed that it was correct.

He walked up the steps and knocked on the door.

"Boom, boom, boom."

The door opened quickly.

A burly man stood behind the door, wearing a gray short-sleeved shirt that revealed his well-defined muscles.

His face was square, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his lips were somewhat thick. He looked to be in his early twenties, but he exuded a sense of gravitas that was inconsistent with his age.

He looked Yang Jian up and down, his gaze scrutinizing him.

"Who are you looking for?"

Yang Jian smiled and said, "I'm looking for your clan leader, Titan. Please go in and inform him."

The man's brows furrowed slightly, and his gaze sharpened.

"Why are you looking for my grandfather? Explain yourself now. My grandfather isn't someone you can just see."

Yang Jian raised an eyebrow.

So this person is Titan's grandson, which must be Talon.

What a coincidence, we bumped into each other as soon as we arrived.

He maintained his smile, his tone calm: "You're not qualified to know about this; only your grandfather can make that decision."

Tyrone's face darkened.

His eyes narrowed to slits, his nostrils flared slightly, and his breathing became heavy.

He didn't like the person's tone.

What do you mean he's not qualified to know?

A stranger ran up to the gate of the Power Clan, didn't even give his name, and wanted to see his grandfather, saying that he wasn't qualified.

Where is the confidence?

"Get lost." Tyrone's voice was low and threatening. "The Power Clan is not a place for you."

After saying that, he was about to close the door.

Yang Jian reached out and stopped him.

"court death!"

Tyrone snorted coldly and suddenly exerted force in his arm, trying to close the door.

He wanted to teach this arrogant brat a lesson by breaking his fingers, so that the Power Clan wouldn't be a place where just anyone could run wild.

However, the door panel remained completely still!

Tyrone's expression changed, and he immediately added more strength, the veins on his arms bulging and his muscles swelling, stretching the sleeves of his short jacket tightly.

But the door panel remained completely still.

The hand pressed against the door was like an iron stake driven into a stone, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't push it open.

A look of shock flashed in Tyrone's eyes.

It should be noted that his strength was unmatched among his peers.

The martial soul of the Power Clan is the Mighty Ape, renowned for its strength. Even without the martial soul possessing them, their strength far surpasses that of ordinary people.

But how could this boy, who looked to be about the same age as him, possibly withstand his power?

Tyrone didn't believe in superstition.

He gritted his teeth, poured all his strength into his arm, and pushed hard.

The door panel remained unmoved.

Yang Jian leaned against the door frame, looking relaxed, as if he hadn't exerted any effort at all.

"Who exactly are you?" Tyrone's voice changed, tinged with surprise and suspicion. "What is your purpose in coming to the Power Clan? Are you here to cause trouble?"

Yang Jian maintained his smile and spoke calmly, "I already said I need to speak with your clan leader. Now, can you let me in?"

Tyrone's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

He felt very embarrassed.

If word got out that someone his own age was holding the door shut with one hand and couldn't push it open, how could he ever face the Power Clan again?

He released his grip, took a step back, and prepared to have his martial spirit possess him.

He's going to use the power of his martial spirit to knock this guy out!

Unfortunately, Yang Jian didn't give him a chance. He suddenly increased the force in his hand, and the door was pushed open with a bang.

Tyrone was still holding onto the door panel when he was thrown out and crashed to the ground with a thud as his back hit the floor tiles.

He lay on the ground, watching Yang Jian cross the threshold and walk in, his face full of disbelief.

The commotion alerted the people inside the mansion.

Several early risers ran out of the side room and saw Tyrone sitting on the ground, and then saw a strange young man standing at the door. They quickly surrounded him.

"Young Master Tailong, what's wrong?"

"This kid's here to cause trouble!" Tyrone got up from the ground, pointed at Yang Jian, and shouted, "Throw him out!"

The crowd looked at Yang Jian, then at Tai Long, hesitated for a moment, but still gathered around.

Tailong is the young clan leader, and his words cannot be ignored.

“Young man, you should leave now.” An older man stepped forward, his tone relatively polite. “Don’t make things difficult for us.”

Yang Jian shook his head: "I said I have something to discuss with your clan leader, so please move aside."

When the crowd saw that he wouldn't listen to their advice, their politeness disappeared, replaced by impatience.

A burly man rolled up his sleeves, revealing his thick arms, and sneered, "Since you're disobedient, don't blame us for bullying you with numbers. Take this punch!"

After saying that, he threw a punch, the wind whistling as it went straight for Yang Jian's face.

Yang Jian sighed.

He didn't want to hurt innocent people, but these people didn't give him a choice.

He slightly turned his body to avoid the punch, then raised his hand and slapped the man in the chest.

The force wasn't great, just enough to send someone flying.

The man flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashed to the ground, clutched his chest, and couldn't get up.

"Ahhh!"

Then another person rushed up.

Yang Jian slapped him on the shoulder, causing him to stumble and bump into someone next to him, both of them falling to the ground.

The third person, the fourth person, the fifth person.

Yang Jian always controlled his attacks to the point of incapacitating his opponent, using neither too much nor too little force.

In the blink of an eye, seven or eight people were lying on the ground, some clutching their arms, some hugging their legs, and some clutching their chests, groans rising and falling.

Talon watched this scene from a short distance away, completely dumbfounded.

In less than ten breaths, seven or eight people had been knocked to the ground.

He didn't even see how Yang Jian made his move.

Chapter 84 Titan

Suddenly, Tailong saw Yang Jian walking towards him again. He instinctively crawled backward, but his back hit the courtyard wall, leaving him with nowhere to retreat.

Looking at Yang Jian's calm face, his legs went weak.

"What...what do you want to do?"

Yang Jian sighed.

He couldn't be bothered to argue with Tyrone, so he raised his head and shouted into the depths of the mansion.

Where are the Titans?!

He imbued this sound with his soul power, but he controlled it very well, so that the sound was confined to the interior of the Power Clan's residence and did not travel outside.

The sound waves vibrated back and forth between the courtyard walls, as deep and long as the sound of a bell.

The effect is remarkable.

The entire mansion was alarmed.

Footsteps came from all directions, and many people ran out of the rooms and rushed towards this side.

A burly figure strode out from the depths of the mansion at great speed.

He was an old man with white hair, but his physique was more robust than anyone else present.

His arms were as thick as tree trunks, his chest as broad as a wall, and he exuded an oppressive aura.