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

Chapter 44 Tang Hao: What more do you want from me?

"Snap!"

The sound of bones breaking was clear and piercing.

"ah--!"

Tang Hao let out a piercing scream, waking up from his unconsciousness in pain.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils dilated, his face covered in cold sweat, and he was breathing heavily.

"Who goes there—who goes there!"

His gaze swept around, and he saw Yang Jian and Yue Guan. The scene of the battle just now flashed through his mind, and his face turned pale instantly.

He remembered.

I lost.

He was defeated by a Soul King whom he had never taken seriously.

Tang Hao instinctively wanted to run away, and tried to get up by bracing himself on the ground with his hands.

But the injuries were too severe; all the bones in his body felt like they were broken, and he couldn't exert any strength at all.

He struggled for a moment, then fell back down, like a fish thrown ashore.

Looking at Tang Hao's disheveled appearance, Yang Jian curled up a mocking smile, turned to look at Yue Guan, and spoke in a relaxed tone as if they were having a casual chat.

"Look, our Haotian Douluo is scared." He raised his chin, gesturing for Yue Guan to look at Tang Hao's expression. "Look at that look in his eyes, it truly matches his status as a stray dog."

Yue Guan laughed along, his voice full of mockery.

"That's right, a stray dog ​​should act like a stray dog, just like a dog."

Tang Hao trembled with anger upon hearing these words.

Tang Hao, the Haotian Douluo, the youngest titled Douluo on the continent, when has he ever suffered such humiliation?

"Kill me or torture me, it's all up to you." He said through gritted teeth, each word deliberate, his eyes blazing with fury. "Don't expect to hear me beg for mercy!"

Yang Jian shook his head, his smile unchanged.

"No, no, no." He crouched down to be at Tang Hao's eye level. "How could I possibly kill Haotian Douluo?"

Tang Hao was taken aback.

Yang Jian's smile deepened.

"I just want you to keep your promise."

Tang Hao frowned: "What promise?"

"You said that not long ago," Yang Jian's voice was slow and teasing, "that if I live today, you're not a man."

"Have you forgotten?"

Tang Hao's pupils suddenly dilated.

He finally understood what Yang Jian wanted to do.

A chill rose up from my spine and instantly spread throughout my body.

He stared at Yang Jian with wide eyes, his anger replaced by fear, and all the color drained from his face.

He wanted to run away.

His strong will to survive made him unleash his last bit of strength at that moment.

He braced himself on the ground with both hands and desperately crawled backward.

Seeing this, Yang Jian gently kicked a small pebble away.

His strength is immense.

The pebble flew out at supersonic speeds, creating a white sonic boom cloud in the air.

The pebble hit Tang Hao precisely between his legs.

"ah--!

Tang Hao let out a scream that was not human, his whole body curled up like a shrimp, his hands covering his genitals, and he rolled around on the ground.

Tears streamed down his face.

He dared not look, dared not confirm whether that place was still there.

Seeing Tang Hao's appearance, Yang Jian showed a regretful expression and sighed.

"Looks like I need to practice my accuracy more; it's just a little bit off."

"Let's try again."

His gaze fell on the ground, searching for suitable ammunition.

Soon, he spotted a fist-sized rock, bent down to pick it up, and weighed it in his hand.

"This thing is pretty big," Yang Jian muttered to himself. "Even if my accuracy is still a bit off, I shouldn't miss."

Upon hearing this, Tang Hao completely broke down.

He could feel that although his private parts were still there, they had been smashed to pieces.

If Yang Jian were to do it again...

He will truly lose all right to be a man.

"No—no!"

Tang Hao's voice, filled with fear and the heavy blow he had just suffered, sounded almost unmanly. Tears and snot mingled together, making him look extremely disheveled.

He stretched out a hand and reached out towards Yang Jian, as if grasping at a straw.

"Please—please let me go—please let me go!"

His voice grew softer and softer until it almost turned into a sob.

The once invincible Haotian Douluo, the peerless powerhouse who once severely injured Pope Qian Xunji with a single blow, now lay on the ground like a stray dog, begging for Yang Jian's mercy.

Yang Jian smiled.

Yue Guan smiled too.

They all laughed heartily.

"Yo yo yo." Yue Guan stepped forward, looking down at Tang Hao with a mocking tone. "What's wrong with the once invincible Haotian Douluo? Begging for mercy now?"

The smile on his face carried a hint of cruelty.

"I don't know who was shouting to kill us just now," he shook his head, "and it hasn't been long, and you're already groveling before us?"

Tang Hao's face was extremely ugly, and the anger in his chest almost burned him to ashes.

But he dared not retaliate, dared not talk back, and did not even dare to look at Yue Guan.

His life is still in the hands of these two people.

Yang Jian's lips curled up slightly as he casually tossed the fist-sized rock away.

The stone whistled through the air and once again hit its target with pinpoint accuracy.

This time, there were no deviations.

"ah-!

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Tang Hao let out an even more piercing scream than before, curling up into a ball, his whole body convulsing, his back arched like a shrimp.

He could clearly sense that the place was completely ruined.

He can no longer be considered a man.

Pain, humiliation, fear, anger—all these emotions intertwined, almost driving him insane.

But he dared not get angry.

He cannot die yet.

Tang Hao endured the intense pain, his voice broken and intermittent, as if squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Now—is that alright?" He gasped for breath, his face drained of color. "You've—gotten your wish—and turned me into—"

He paused, unable to bring himself to say the word.

"Isn't it time to let me go?"

Yang Jian looked at Tang Hao without saying a word.

Tang Hao lay on the ground, not daring to look up or see Yang Jian's expression.

His body was trembling.

I don't know if it's because of the pain or the fear.

He harbored hatred in his heart.

He hated her to the extreme.

He had never experienced such humiliation in his life.

But he can't die, he can't just die like this.

He also wants to take revenge on the Spirit Hall, cultivate a mistress, and lead the Clear Sky Sect to rise again.

As long as I can live, what does it matter if I suffer a little humiliation?

This is called being able to bend and stretch.

Once I recover from my injuries and break through to the Limit Douluo level, everyone in the Spirit Hall will die.

These two guys in front of me must be in a much worse situation than I am today.

One hundred times, one thousand times!

Yue Guan looked at Tang Hao and suddenly laughed.

"Tang Hao, you need to be tougher. Just like before, pick up your Clear Sky Hammer and keep fighting."

"After all, people can't lose their fighting spirit just to survive, right?"

Tang Hao gritted his teeth, making a grinding sound, but did not answer.

Yang Jian looked at Tang Hao and slowly spoke.

"Respected Haotian Douluo." His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a knife, cutting into Tang Hao's heart piece by piece, "You, even when you're begging for mercy, you don't have the attitude of begging for mercy."

"Is this what you call begging for mercy?"

Tang Hao's face flushed red with anger.

His face was originally deathly pale due to excessive blood loss.

At this moment, however, it was so red it looked like it was about to bleed.

"You've already made me less of a man—you even cut off my left leg—and the injury you inflicted on me will take at least three to five years to heal—"

"What more do you want from me?!"