Yang Jian: Old Puxian, Watch My Dog Beating Stick

Yunxiao, carrying her hoe, chased after Nuwa, who was utterly speechless.

She had originally thought she could teach Yunxiao a harsh lesson, but now she was the one being chased.

If it weren't for Zhang Yifan's presence, Nuwa would have stopped holding back long ago.

Of course, Yunxiao also knew that Nuwa had her reservations and wouldn't dare to kill her.

Seeing that a crowd of Primordial Era powerhouses seemed to be observing the situation, Nuwa vanished.

This left Yunxiao laughing heartily in place.

Yunxiao also sensed divine senses probing her, so she quickly put away her hoe, concealed her aura, and descended from the clouds.

"What a treasure."

Yunxiao was still excited. "Next time, I'll go dig up the little people from the Western Teachings."

With that thought, she headed towards Golden Ao Island.

On the other side, Yang Jian, after leaving Zhang Yifan's small courtyard, was also heading towards Meishan.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun's Heaven Sealing Plan had shocked and horrified Yang Jian.

He knew that time might be running out for the future, and only by improving his own strength could he fundamentally deal with all crises.

His brothers in Meishan could no longer leisurely wander about; they had to cultivate diligently from now on.

On this trip back to Meishan, Yang Jian specifically brought two buckets of food and dishes for the Howling Celestial Dog.

Speaking of which, these so-called food and dishes were actually pig feed made by Zhang Yifan, meant for feeding pigs.

But Yang Jian sensed that even the pig feed contained fragments of the Great Dao, and he was no longer calm. He had earnestly begged Zhang Yifan for two buckets.

He hadn't been able to bring anything back for the Howling Celestial Dog on his previous visits to his maternal grandfather's house. This time, bringing back some pig feed containing fragments of Great Dao Laws would also help it increase its strength.

He couldn't help it; he couldn't even eat enough of the food himself and couldn't stop himself from eating it, so he had to get some of this pig feed.

On the road that led to Meishan, two people suddenly appeared and blocked his path.

Seeing the newcomers, Yang Jian's heart turned cold, knowing they meant trouble, but he still smiled and said, "Manjushri Bodhisattva, Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, what a coincidence, where are you two headed?"

"Yes, it's truly a coincidence meeting you here," Samantabhadra Bodhisattva also said with a smile.

While smiling, they joined forces with Manjushri Bodhisattva to activate the ambush formation they had prepared long ago.

"Two Bodhisattvas, what is the meaning of this?" Yang Jian's expression turned cold, and he heavily planted his Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd on the ground.

"What do you mean?" Samantabhadra Bodhisattva snorted coldly. "Hmph, you brat Yang Jian, you killed our two mounts, what do you think it means?"

"I killed your two mounts? When?" Yang Jian feigned an expression of surprise and confusion.

Manjushri said angrily, "Second Brother Yang, stop playing dumb! On Lion Camel Ridge, weren't the Green Mane Lion and the Yellow Tusk Elephant killed by you?"

"Oh~" Yang Jian smiled. "Those two fiends who harmed the common people and ate people everywhere. You two Bodhisattvas are merciful and compassionate, saving people from suffering. How could those monsters be your mounts? Did you make a mistake?"

"That was my mount!" Samantabhadra Bodhisattva roared.

Hearing this, Yang Jian sneered, "They were your mounts? As Bodhisattvas, you allowed your mounts to descend to the mortal realm and wreak havoc on the common people, causing innocent people to become vengeful spirits. Do you still have the face? Truly shameless!"

"They descended to the mortal realm on their own accord, what does that have to do with us?"

"I killed them on my own accord, what does that have to do with you? Such monsters deserve to be executed by everyone! I, Yang Jian, am eliminating pests for the people!"

"You brat Yang Jian, how dare you be so arrogant!"

Manjushri Bodhisattva angrily pointed at Yang Jian. "Considering that we were once fellow disciples of the Chan Sect, if you break one of your arms and kowtow to admit your mistake today, your uncle will spare your life."

"Hahahaha, Uncle? Are you two still Daoist Manjushri and Daoist Samantabhadra?"

Yang Jian threw his head back and laughed. "You two traitors of the Chan Sect, and you still have the nerve to call yourselves my uncles? And you want me to break an arm and kowtow to admit my mistake? Has your brain been flooded? It's your good fortune that I'm not in a hurry to clean up the sect."

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva also laughed heartily, mocking, "Clean up the sect? You mere child, even if you have some talent, you are merely a Grand Unity Golden Immortal. We are also Grand Unity Golden Immortals. You are still too green for that."

Manjushri also mocked, "With the two of us working together, we will make you pay your blood debt today! We will offer your dog head as a sacrifice to our mounts."

Manjushri Bodhisattva's face was filled with killing intent, his tone chilling. He waved his hand to activate the grand formation, holding the Innate Spiritual Treasure Wisdom Sword, and with a swing, the surging killing intent transformed into countless divine swords, striking towards him.

"Very good, very good! The lackeys of the Western Teachings dare to openly intercept Heavenly Court officials, this is outright rebellion!"

Yang Jian circulated his Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique at full speed, raising his Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd and swinging it a few times to destroy the sky full of divine swords.

"What is the Heavenly Court? You still want to control the Western Teachings," Manjushri sneered, holding the Innate Spiritual Treasure Vajra Pestle, and struck down with it.

Manjushri was not idle either, similarly brandishing his sword to strike.

The two Grand Unity Golden Immortals unleashed their full power, determined to avenge their grievances and also seize this opportunity to kill a trusted general of the Jade Emperor.

For a time, within the killing formation, the sky and earth seemed to crumble, flames soared into the sky, creating a scene of the apocalypse.

Yang Jian also responded with all his might, unleashing his Grand Unity Golden Immortal power to its absolute limit.

However, after all, even the best fighter can't win against multiple opponents. After a fierce battle, Yang Jian was repeatedly forced back, and was sent flying for hundreds of miles by a sword strike from Manjushri.

"Hahahaha, you brat Yang Jian, accept your fate!" Manjushri Bodhisattva laughed heartily.

Yang Jian also laughed. "Accept my fate? My warm-up isn't even over yet! I just wanted to see what skills you two possess. Now it seems, you're nothing special."

"Hmph, empty boasts are worthless! Die!" Samantabhadra Bodhisattva's Vajra Pestle instantly enlarged, resembling a pillar supporting the sky, and smashed down fiercely, shattering even the void.

As the earth-shattering pestle strike came down, Yang Jian calmly put away his Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd and pulled out a two-foot-long wooden stick.

It was the half-broken handle of a hoe he had gotten from Zhang Yifan.

"Die, die, die! You two good-for-nothings, all talk and no skill. I'll teach you how to die properly."

Yang Jian sneered, unleashing his early Quasi-Saint cultivation!

A vast pressure surged in all directions, like a celestial river pouring down, a tsunami sweeping across, instantly knocking the mountain-sized Vajra Pestle flying!

"Quasi-Saint?!"

Manjushri Bodhisattva and Samantabhadra Bodhisattva's eyes widened in shock and anger.

No way!

Yang Jian was only a Grand Unity Golden Immortal a few months ago!

How did he become a Quasi-Saint powerhouse now?!

All that struggling and fleeing earlier was fake, he was toying with them!

Damn it, Yang Jian was playing the pig to eat the tiger!

Manjushri and Samantabhadra were furious!

"That's right, I'm a Quasi-Saint! Eat my staff!"

The moment the two were stunned, Yang Jian laughed and swung the short stick at Samantabhadra's head!

"Careful!" Manjushri shouted, raising his sword to block.

Boom!

Crack, crack, crack.

The innate spiritual treasure, the Wisdom Sword, was shattered by a single blow!

Samantabhadra was also sent flying a thousand miles by the immense magical power, coughing up blood uncontrollably.

"My Wisdom Sword!"

Manjushri cried out in alarm, "Yang Jian, what kind of treasure is that?!"

Facing Yang Jian, who had suddenly transformed into a Quasi-Saint, they were already terrified. But he also held an even more horrifying treasure in his hand!

"This thing? From today on, it's called the Dog Beating Stick!"

Yang Jian patted the short stick in his hand and said with a smile, "This Dog Beating Stick is specifically for beating you Western Teachings lackeys!"

"I'll beat you!" Yang Jian roared, raising the stick and striking again!

Boom!

Boom!

Manjushri and Samantabhadra were terrified and desperately tried to defend themselves.

But what could their mere Grand Unity Golden Immortal cultivation do against Yang Jian's Quasi-Saint power?

Coupled with the short stick, a Great Dao Artifact, they could only try to escape.

And whether they could escape was another matter entirely!

Bang!

The innate spiritual treasure, the Vajra Pestle, was shattered.

"My Vajra Pestle!"

With his treasure destroyed, Samantabhadra screamed and spat out another mouthful of blood.

"Hahaha, old Samantabhadra, look at my Dog Beating Stick!" Yang Jian shouted, raising the stick to strike again.

The two were terrified and could only flee.

"Let's go!"

Samantabhadra yelled, calling for Manjushri to escape with him.

"Leave? You think you're the only ones who can set up a grand formation?" Yang Jian sneered, activating his own formation, leaving them nowhere to run.

"You! How insidious!" Samantabhadra was terrified. Yang Jian had feigned weakness and been chased earlier, all while secretly setting up a formation!

"Me, insidious? I, this Heavenly God, am completely open and upright! This is a formation I set up right under your noses, unlike you who only ambush from the shadows. Hahahaha!"

As Yang Jian spoke, he couldn't help but mock them.

He laughed at their incompetence, setting up a formation right before their eyes without them noticing.

"I'll beat you, I'll beat you, I'll beat you, I'll beat you!"

Yang Jian laughed heartily, relentlessly pursuing and beating them, making Samantabhadra and Manjushri jump and dodge, covering their heads as they fled.

Thump!

Samantabhadra was hit on the head with the stick, and a large bump immediately appeared on his forehead!

Thump!

Another blow! Another huge lump formed!

The Great Dao Artifact wooden staff struck, and the primordial spirit screamed in agony.

This left Samantabhadra Bodhisattva wanting to cry but having no tears, unable to make a sound!

"Still want to run! Hehehe!"

Yang Jian flashed, grabbed Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, kicked him down to his knees, and then stepped on his calf, preventing escape.

Immediately, Yang Jian raised his staff and began smashing it down on his head!

"I'll make you run! I'll make you arrogant! I'll make you presumptuous..."

Thump thump thump!

Thump thump thump!

He struck seven or eight times in a row!

Poor Samantabhadra Bodhisattva's head had lumps piled up like nine layers of Arhats, each layer bleeding, his face covered in blood!

The sight was as comical as it was tragic!

And Yang Jian was laughing heartily.

In this scene, Yang Jian appeared like a terrifying evil ghost or demon god, causing Manjushri Bodhisattva, who was fleeing nearby, to tremble like a mortal.

Bang!

Crack!

With one blow, Yang Jian broke Samantabhadra Bodhisattva's legs and knocked him unconscious, then tied him up and tucked him under his arm.

He then raised his staff and pursued Manjushri Bodhisattva.

Oh my heavens!

Manjushri Bodhisattva's entire body went numb, terrified. His Grand Unity Golden Immortal magical power surged wildly as he used all his might, solely focused on escaping!

This scene was just like when a child was chased and beaten by their mother with a stick when they were young!

Manjushri wanted to cry.

He regretted coming!

He had come to kill but was instead about to be killed!

Heavens!

Won't someone save me!

Bang!

The response to Manjushri Bodhisattva was another blow from Yang Jian.

With one strike, Manjushri's back was torn open, flesh and blood flying. He was sent crashing to the ground like a cannonball, creating a deep pit!

Yang Jian, exuding an invincible aura, flashed to his side and stomped fiercely on Manjushri Bodhisattva's head, pressing him into the mud and water. His Quasi-Saint magical power surged unstoppably, the scene utterly majestic!

"My life is over!"

Manjushri Bodhisattva coughed up blood incessantly, filled with regret. How could a high and mighty Bodhisattva of the Western Teachings suffer such a calamity, to die at the hands of this junior?

Yang Jian's eyes shot out golden light, and he slowly raised his short staff, bringing with it vast thunderbolts that flashed across the sky. The void shattered, and his aura was terrifying to the extreme.

He was about to bring the staff down fiercely, to end the life of this dog-like Manjushri!

"Disciple, stop!"

At the critical moment, a loud shout echoed.