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

“I know you won’t agree,” Yang Jian said calmly. “So I can only ask you to die. Don’t worry, your son and grandson will soon be going down to join you.”

Titan's pupils contracted slightly.

He tried to get up from the ground, but found that his injuries were more serious than he had imagined. Yang Jian's punch had not only broken his arm, but also shattered the meridians in his body.

The soul power was running rampant in the meridians and could not be mobilized at all, like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins and was completely out of control.

He looked up at Yang Jian, his eyes full of confusion.

He couldn't understand why a Soul King could punch him like that.

He is a Contra player, and his martial soul is the Great Ape, known for his strength.

In terms of strength alone, he could even go toe-to-toe with an ordinary Title Douluo.

But he didn't even have a chance to retaliate against that punch.

"Who exactly are you?"

Titan's voice was hoarse, filled with suppressed anger and resentment.

Yang Jian did not answer.

Titan gritted his teeth, and the muscles on his face twitched a few times.

He had no intention of begging for mercy; even at this point, he had never considered asking for mercy.

He is the patriarch of the Power Clan, an vassal of the Haotian Sect, and a servant of his master.

He can die, but he cannot die on his knees.

"Kid, don't be so arrogant." A ruthless glint flashed in Titan's eyes. "If I die today, my master will avenge me. In front of my master, you are nothing but an ant."

Yang Jian knew he was referring to Tang Hao.

He couldn't help but chuckle. Without telling Titan Tang Hao what would happen to him, he flipped his right hand, and a three-pointed double-edged sword appeared in his palm. The blade grew longer in the wind, becoming three meters long.

The silver-white blade gleamed coldly in the sunlight, its three-pointed edge trembling slightly, as if it couldn't wait to drink blood.

"hiss……"

Titan's pupils contracted sharply when he saw the knife.

He had lived for so many years and seen countless weapon spirits, but he had never seen a knife like this before.

That sharpness made his skin tighten even from several steps away.

He gritted his teeth, squeezing out the last bit of life force from his body.

His soul power flowed with difficulty through his depleted meridians; he was going to use his last strength to unleash his Martial Soul True Form.

I don't need to win, but at least I can't die such a pathetic death.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul True Body!"

His body began to swell, his muscles bulged, and black lines appeared on his skin. The phantom of the mighty gorilla appeared behind him, becoming more and more solid.

But it was too late.

Yang Jian raised his three-pointed double-edged sword, the blade drawing a silvery-white arc before striking the phantom of the mighty gorilla.

The phantom let out a mournful cry and vanished into countless specks of light.

The blade continued its relentless downward momentum, cleaving down from the Titan's head.

Fresh blood gushed out.

The Titan's body was split in two, splitting apart to either side.

"Chieftain!"

The members of the Power Clan gasped in surprise.

Some people vomited, some backed away, and some collapsed to the ground.

Yang Jian flicked the three-pointed double-edged sword, and the blood on the blade slid down the edge, seeping into the soil drop by drop.

He sheathed his three-pointed double-edged sword, raised his head, and looked at the trembling people.

Who are the direct descendants of the Titans? Where are they located?

No one answered.

“If you tell us, you can all live,” Yang Jian continued. “If you don’t, no one from the Power Clan will survive today.”

He is not someone who indiscriminately kills innocent people.

The only true supporters of the Power Clan for Tang Hao and the Clear Sky Sect have always been the Titan lineage.

Now that Titan is dead, the Power Clan will surely fall apart and never recover. They will most likely not choose to rely on Tang San.

Even if they were to become dependent on him, their effect on Tang San would be negligible, and they would be nothing to fear.

Therefore, he was willing to let these people go.

There was a few moments of silence.

A middle-aged, burly man stepped out from the crowd, his legs trembling, beads of sweat streaming down his face, his lips quivering as if he were using all his strength to squeeze out a sound.

"I'll talk...I'll talk..."

He listed all of Titan's direct descendants, clearly stating each person's name and location, afraid of missing a single one or making a mistake that might displease Yang Jian.

"I've told you everything... Please... Please don't kill me..." The burly man's voice was choked with sobs, and his legs went weak, causing him to kneel on the ground.

Yang Jian didn't look at him, and turned to walk deeper into the mansion.

……

Fifteen minutes later, Yang Jian walked out of the mansion of the Power Clan. His clothes were spotless, and he did not smell of blood at all. He looked like an ordinary passerby.

He walked on the streets of Tiandou City at a leisurely pace.

Titan is dead, and his direct descendants are dead. The Mighty Clan is leaderless and will inevitably fall into internal strife.

Even if someone steps up to clean up the mess, it's impossible to recover the situation in a short time.

Yang Jian pulled himself out of his thoughts and started thinking about the next stop.

Tian Dou Royal Academy, Qian Renxue.

Previously, when he used his spiritual power to search for the Power Clan.

They also happened to detect Qian Renxue's presence.

She disguised herself as Xue Qinghe, the crown prince of the Heaven Dou Empire, and was currently inside the Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

Serpent Spear Douluo and Porcupine Douluo were also present.

It's time to go and meet the young master of the Spirit Hall.

Chapter 86 His Highness the Crown Prince's Friend?

Heaven Dou City is much larger than Spirit City, but it is not as prosperous as Spirit City.

Spirit City is the headquarters of the Spirit Hall, gathering the most outstanding spirit masters on the continent. Eight out of ten people walking on the street are spirit masters.

Tian Dou City is different; it's mostly populated by ordinary people.

There are vendors, craftsmen, merchants, farmers, and all sorts of people making a living. Although there are quite a few Soul Masters, they are insignificant compared to the number of ordinary people.

As Yang Jian walked down the street, watching the passersby and listening to the noisy hawking, he felt a mix of emotions.

The Spirit Hall's strength is built on the foundation of Spirit Masters, while the Empire's strength is built on the foundation of its population.

Both have their advantages and disadvantages, but if a real fight breaks out, the Spirit Hall's top combat power would be enough to crush the Empire's army.

This is why Bibi Dong was confident in unifying the continent.

After walking for about half an hour, Yang Jian arrived outside the Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

The Heaven Dou Royal Academy is the highest-level Soul Master academy in the Heaven Dou Empire, covering a vast area with magnificent buildings.

The main gate is made of white marble, and the six characters "Tian Dou Royal Academy" are engraved on the lintel, with vigorous strokes and an extraordinary presence.

Two rows of guards stood at the entrance, dressed in golden armor and holding long halberds, looking imposing.

Yang Jian walked over, but was quickly stopped by the guards.

"Stop! What are you doing here? Outsiders are not allowed in."

The guard's tone wasn't exactly polite, but it wasn't too rude either.

They have to stop many people who want to go in and visit every day, and they're used to it.

Yang Jian was very friendly. He smiled and said, "I am a friend of His Highness the Crown Prince. I am here to see His Highness the Crown Prince."

A hint of suspicion flashed in the guard's eyes.

He looked Yang Jian up and down. The young man was dressed plainly and did not seem to be a wealthy or noble person, but his temperament was indeed extraordinary. He stood there neither humble nor arrogant.

His Highness the Crown Prince's friend?

The guards were somewhat unsure of what to do.

If it's true, he stopped the prince's friend from entering, and he might face repercussions later.

Although I remember Crown Prince Xue Qinghe as a very approachable person who wouldn't fuss over such a trivial matter, he is still the Crown Prince and will inherit the throne in the future.

Even if the crown prince himself doesn't care, neither do those who support him.

"Please wait a moment," the guard said after thinking for a moment. "I'll go in and inform them. Please excuse me."

Yang Jian nodded slightly: "Please inform His Highness the Crown Prince that Yang Jian has arrived."

His idea was simple.

As the young master of the Spirit Hall, Qian Renxue would definitely receive messages from the Spirit Hall.

Qian Renxue must know that she publicly beheaded Yan and embarrassed Bibi Dong.

Because Qian Renxue harbors resentment towards Bibi Dong, or perhaps wants to prove her abilities in front of Bibi Dong, she will definitely meet with the person who made Bibi Dong lose face, and may even take the initiative to win her over.

Therefore, there is absolutely no situation where one cannot see oneself.

"Okay, I'll go and report it right away."