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

Titan, the patriarch of the Power Clan, a powerhouse at the level of a Contra Douluo.

He strode to the front yard, glanced at the wounded on the ground, and then saw his most beloved grandson, Tyrone, huddled in a corner, his face pale.

His face immediately darkened.

"What on earth is going on?!"

When Tyrone saw his grandfather arrive, his confidence instantly returned.

He ran over from the corner, hid behind Titan, and pointed at Yang Jian.

"Grandpa, this kid is here to cause trouble! He's the one who did it all!"

Titan's gaze fell on Yang Jian, his brows furrowing tightly.

He would normally, according to his temper, directly beat this arrogant brat out.

But it was soon discovered that Yang Jian's cultivation level was very high, at least that of a Soul King.

The Soul King was nothing in his eyes, but this boy looked to be only a teenager.

A Soul King of this age must have been cultivated by a powerful force.

The Power Clan has been suppressed by the Spirit Hall in recent years, and its influence is not as great as before. He does not want to provoke other forces.

Titan ultimately refrained from attacking, and asked in a low voice, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Yang Jian glanced at him and said in a flat tone, "It's not convenient to talk here. It would be better to find a quiet place to talk face to face."

Titan hesitated slightly.

But when he thought that the other party was only a Soul King and he was a Soul Douluo, he didn't need to worry at all, so he nodded and turned to walk deeper into the mansion.

"Come with me."

Yang Jian followed behind him, passing through several corridors, and arrived at a tea room.

The tea room was small and simply furnished, with a square table, a few chairs, and a calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the tea set on the table with a warm glow.

Titan sat down first, looked up at Yang Jian, and stared at him with sharp eyes.

"Can we talk now?"

Yang Jian sat down opposite him, picked up the teapot on the table, and poured himself a cup of tea.

The tea soup is emerald green, with wisps of steam rising from it, and a delicate aroma.

He picked up the teacup, blew on it gently, took a sip, then put the cup down and looked at Titan.

"Let's not beat around the bush. I come from the Spirit Hall, and my request today is very simple: make your Power Clan submit to the Spirit Hall."

"As long as you agree, the Spirit Hall will not only stop targeting the Power Clan, but will also provide them with a lot of assistance."

Titan didn't hear the rest after hearing the words "Spirit Hall".

He slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly, causing the teapot and teacups on the table to jump up and spill tea all over the table.

He glared angrily, veins bulging on his forehead, his entire body radiating an aura of fury.

"You brat from the Spirit Hall, you dare to come in front of me? Do you want to die?!"

Seeing him like this, Yang Jian's last glimmer of hope vanished.

Titan was indeed very dutiful as Tang Hao's dog.

Even if you kill the entire Power Clan, he probably won't agree to submit to the Spirit Hall. He's like he's been brainwashed, and there's absolutely no room for negotiation.

He put down his teacup, stood up, looked at Titan, and spoke calmly and indifferently.

"In that case, the Power Clan has no reason to exist."

Yang Jian didn't waste any words and immediately attacked, throwing a punch.

This punch was without any fancy moves or probing; it was just a simple punch.

The fist whistled through the air, carrying a brutal and unreasonable force, heading straight for Titan's chest.

"hehe."

Titan sneered at the sight.

He truly never expected that a mere brat from the Spirit Hall would dare to attack him, a Soul Douluo.

A mere Soul King is simply overestimating himself.

He also threw a punch.

Titan's fist was a whole size larger than Yang Jian's fist, with a rough knuckle and prominent knuckles, like a hard rock.

He used all his strength in that punch; he wanted to kill this arrogant brat with one blow.

Anyway, I offended the Spirit Hall years ago and killed many of their people, so killing another Soul King today won't make much of a difference.

Having too much debt doesn't bother you; having too many lice doesn't make you itch.

"boom!"

Their fists collided.

A dull thud echoed through the tea room, the sound waves rattling the windows and causing the teapot and teacups on the table to jump up, spilling tea all over the table.

Titan's expression froze for a moment.

He felt as if he was facing not a human, but a 100,000-year-old soul beast.

A brutal force traveled up his arm, and his arm cracked with a crisp sound as the bone broke.

His feet left the ground and he flew backward.

"boom!"

Titan crashed through the tea room wall, sending splinters of wood flying and filling the air with dust.

His momentum did not diminish, and he crashed into the courtyard wall again, shattering bricks and sending dust flying.

It finally came to a stop after rolling dozens of times on the ground and crashing into an old locust tree in the yard.

He lay on the ground, covered in dirt, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his right arm bent at an odd angle, the white bone protruding from his sleeve, a horrifying sight.

"cough……"

Titan coughed up blood and tried to get up, but found that he had no strength left in his body.

He glanced down at his right arm, then at the cave-in in his chest, his expression shifting from anger to shock, and then from shock to bewilderment.

Hearing the commotion, a group of members of the Power Clan rushed over from all directions.

They were stunned to see Titan lying on the ground, his clothes torn and covered in blood.

"Chieftain!"

"What's going on here?"

"Who did this?"

Several young men rushed forward, reached out, and grabbed Titan's arm, trying to help him up from the ground.

"Don't touch me..."

Titan gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse and weak.

Just then, a figure emerged from the smoke and dust.

Yang Jian walked through the collapsed courtyard wall, stepped over the broken bricks and tiles, and appeared in front of everyone.

His clothes were spotless, his breathing was steady, his complexion was normal, and his gaze swept over everyone present. His voice was soft but clear.

"Today I will only kill Titans and their direct descendants. Everyone else, stay put and I will not kill you."

Chapter 85 Heaven Dou Royal Academy

The members of the Power Clan looked at each other in bewilderment.

Some clenched their fists, some took a half step back, and some stood there at a loss.

They looked at the Titan lying on the ground, then at the calm-faced boy, and a sense of absurdity welled up inside them.

The clan leader is a Soul Douluo, the strongest member of the Power Clan.

This boy looks to be no more than ten years old. Could it be that he beat the clan leader up like this?

"This is utterly absurd!"

"Bullshit!" A hot-blooded young man rushed out from the crowd, his face full of anger. "Who do you think you are! Daring to run wild in the Power Clan!"

His martial spirit possessed him, his body suddenly grew taller, his arms became thicker, and his fist smashed towards Yang Jian's face.

Yang Jian didn't even glance at him before raising her hand and slapping him.

"Snapped."

The man flew out sideways like a fly being swatted, crashing into the courtyard wall. His head lolled to the side, and the sound of his neck breaking was clearly audible.

He slid to the ground, motionless, his eyes still open, his pupils already dilated.

Two more people rushed up, one with fists and the other with feet.

Yang Jian slapped them one by one, and the two bodies twisted in mid-air before crashing to the ground, lifeless.

After three people died in succession, the disciples who were still hesitant were completely too afraid to move.

They stood there, their legs weak and trembling.

Some people were pale, some had red eyes, and some lowered their heads, not daring to look at Yang Jian.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, mixed with the smell of dust and broken bricks, making one want to vomit.

They couldn't understand why their clan leader would provoke such a wicked person.

"Do your own fault, don't live."

Yang Jian remained calm, as if he had just swatted a few flies. He walked up to Titan and looked down at him.

Titan lay on the ground, his right arm broken, several ribs broken, and the blood at the corner of his mouth had congealed into a dark red scab.