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

Chapter 72 Yue Guan, how dare you mock me?

Yue Guan stepped forward and stood in front of Yang Jian.

"Your Holiness, there is naturally a reason for this matter, please do not blame Yang Jian."

Bibi Dong frowned slightly, and the sound of her scepter striking the ground was dull and suppressed.

"Then tell me, why did things turn out this way?"

Yue Guan cleared his throat, his voice becoming steady.

"His Holiness the Pope also knows that Yang Jian went out for training some time ago. During his training, he encountered Chen Xin and Gu Rong from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."

"Those two tried to intercept and kill him."

Bibi Dong's pupils contracted slightly.

The crowd of onlookers erupted in uproar.

Chen Xin and Gu Rong are the two great elders of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and both are titled Douluo at levels 96 and 95.

These two names are synonymous with strength in the world of Soul Masters; anyone who hears them will have to think twice.

The question is, although Yang Jian has amazing talent, why is he still able to stand here when he is being intercepted by two Title Douluos?

Bibi Dong's face was cold, and her voice was low.

"Yue Guan; are you kidding me?"

Yue Guan shook his head, his expression solemn.

"I was right next to Yang Jian at the time, and I swear to God, this is absolutely true."

Bibi Dong stared at him for a few moments, seemingly trying to determine the truth or falsehood of his words.

She slowly spoke: "Since that's the case, tell me, if Chen Xin and Gu Rong attacked together, why is Yang Jian still alive, and why are you still alive?"

Yue Guan did not answer immediately.

He turned to look at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian nodded.

Yue Guan withdrew his gaze and took a deep breath.

"It's simple. Not only did Chen Xin and Gu Rong not win, but Gu Rong also died."

The entire room fell silent.

There was no discussion, no whispering, and even the sound of breathing became extremely soft.

Hundreds of people stood around the square, frozen in place as if under a spell.

They doubted they were dreaming.

Yue Guan is indeed a level 95 Title Douluo, but his opponents are Chen Xin and Gu Rong.

With a Sword Douluo and a Bone Douluo working together, they could easily defeat the enemy in one month, or even two months.

Not to mention killing Gu Rong, that's simply a pipe dream.

Could it be Yang Jianqian's again?

joke.

A twelve or thirteen-year-old boy with the cultivation of a Soul King killed Gu Rong?

It's more like a god suddenly appeared and helped solve the problem.

Even the ghost raised an eyebrow at that moment.

He stood behind Bibi Dong, his eyes, hidden in the black mist, looking at Yue Guan with suspicion in them.

He had been Yue Guan's partner for decades and knew his old friend's personality well.

But what Yue Guan said today was so outrageous that he thought Yue Guan had lost his mind.

Bibi Dong's anger could no longer be contained.

She unleashed her overwhelming pressure, pressing down on Yue Guan.

"Yue Guan, how dare you mock me?"

Yue Guan's body suddenly sank, his knees bent slightly, and he almost fell to the ground.

His face was pale, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The ghostly figure approached and reached out to support him, using its soul power to transmit its message: "Old Ju, I know you and Yang Jian are usually on good terms, but that doesn't mean you have to fabricate lies to deceive His Majesty the Pope for him. Besides, your lie is so outrageous that even I don't believe it."

Yue Guan steadied himself and gave the ghost a look that he had not lied.

He looked at Bibi Dong, his voice hoarse but firm.

"Everything I said is true. Gu Rong's death may be due to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School blocking the news, but as long as His Holiness the Pope puts in the effort, he will definitely be able to find out."

Seeing his confidence, Bibi Dong's anger subsided somewhat, replaced by a sense of unease.

Yue Guan has followed her for so many years and has never lied.

If all of this is true, then this is a huge issue.

"Alright, I'll take that as a yes, you didn't lie about this."

Bibi Dong's purple eyes were fixed on Yue Guan. "Then tell me, how did Gu Rong die? It's not that I look down on you, but you are no match for either Chen Xin or Gu Rong alone, let alone them together."

Yue Guan did not answer.

Instead, he glanced at Yang Jian again.

Bibi Dong noticed this action and snorted coldly.

"Why are you looking at Yang Jian? Did he kill Gu Rong?"

Yue Guan's lips twitched, and his eyes turned strange.

Yang Jian stepped forward, his tone calm.

"That's right, Gu Rong was indeed indirectly killed by me, and Chen Xin also lost an arm."

Bibi Dong was stunned.

The onlookers were stunned.

Then a murmur broke out.

"Indirectly killed by him? What do you mean?"

"What else could it mean? It means that Gu Rong's death is related to him."

"A Soul King connected to Gu Rong's death? Do you believe it?"

"Don't believe that! That's no way to brag."

"But Lord Yue Guan said the same thing."

"Your Majesty Yue Guan has a good relationship with Yang Jian, so you're covering for him."

Bibi Dong gripped the scepter tightly, her chest heaving slightly, anger surging within her.

She looked at Yang Jian, her voice very low.

"Yang Jian, now even you've learned to lie?"

Yang Jian did not back down, keeping his gaze level with Yang Jian's.

"The teacher doesn't believe me, and there's nothing I can do about it, since there really isn't a good way to prove it."

Yang Jian called His Holiness the Pope "teacher"?

The crowd stirred again.

They knew Yang Jian's identity was not simple, but knowing it was nothing compared to the fact that his status was so high. As a disciple of His Holiness the Pope, the prestige of this identity within the Spirit Hall was self-evident.

Even so, it doesn't seem to mean that Yang Jian can kill people at will in the Spirit Hall, nor does it mean that he can fabricate such outrageous lies.

Bibi Dong's eyes were gloomy, suppressing her anger.

"Very well, I will not ask any more questions about this matter for now; let's just assume it's true."

Her gaze fell on the disheveled Yan. "Come, tell me, what's the reason for this?"

"Yan is usually quite impulsive, but you've been away training for a while and haven't seen him at all. Why are you treating him like this as soon as you get back?"

Yang Jian answered casually.

The tone was as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

"Because he wrote a letter to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, revealing my information and my trip out for training, Chen Xin and Gu Rong came to intercept and kill me."

The whispering crowd quieted down again.

All eyes turned to Yan on the ground.

Some were shocked, some were skeptical, and some were skeptical.

But no one spoke; they were waiting for Yan's reaction.

Yan curled up on the ground, his naked body trembling slightly under everyone's gaze.

A sense of humiliation welled up inside him, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

But he forced himself to suppress the humiliation, raised his head, and looked at Bibi Dong.

"Your Holiness, I didn't!" His voice was urgent. "He's lying! My loyalty to the Spirit Hall is as clear as day. How could I possibly betray it and do something that harms the Spirit Hall's interests?"

His expression was incredibly sincere, and his voice was filled with anger and grievance at being wrongly accused.

If you didn't know the inside story, anyone who saw him like this would believe he was innocent.

Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes slightly, her gaze lingering on Yan for a few moments.

She actually believed Yan's words more.

Yan grew up in the Spirit Hall and was selected into the Golden Generation for training at the age of six. His talent, loyalty, and potential were all tested.

It's indeed unreasonable to say that he would betray the Spirit Hall and write a letter to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.