Douluo Continent: I Have No Thieves Under Heaven, the Explosive King Returns

Chapter 101 Dark Gold Three-Headed Bat King

"Burst King, how dare you! Don't think that just because you've won a hundred victories, you can disrespect the great King of Slaughter."

"You little brat, you have no sense of propriety!"

"If you hadn't fought tooth and nail to achieve a hundred victories in the Hell Slaughter Arena, you wouldn't even have the right to look up to the Great King of Slaughter in this Slaughter City!"

The once deathly silent hellish killing field was instantly filled with an overwhelming chorus of curses.

In the audience, countless pairs of scarlet eyes stared intently at Tianxia Wuzei's figure, as if looking at an arrogant ant.

The fanatical followers of the King of Slaughter unleashed a chilling crimson aura of killing intent that surged into the hellish killing field, creating an oppressive atmosphere that made it hard to breathe.

The thief in the center of the murderous aura remained expressionless, coldly uttering a single word.

"roll!"

In the next instant, an even more violent killing intent erupted from his body.

"boom!"

In an instant, the murderous aura that had been pressing down on him was torn apart.

Moreover, this violent killing intent burst forth and swept towards the audience like a tornado.

"Puff puff!"

Blood splattered all over the clamoring fallen ones, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of wounds appeared on their bodies.

Blood gushed out like a spring, and there was no way to stop it.

Some of the corrupted who couldn't react in time had their throats slit, and like pigs with their throats cut, they fell to the ground twitching for a while before going still.

With just the word "get out," 20% of the fallen in the Hell Killing Fields died.

The thief swept his cold gaze across the degenerate audience, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

This move is actually the Wind Domain, but he spent half a year integrating killing intent into it, making up for the Wind Domain's lack of offensive power.

"A group of people who are about to die. Why don't they cherish the last moments before they die?!"

He spoke with a mocking tone, looking at these degenerates as if they were corpses.

The fallen immediately became alert, glaring at Tianxia Wuzei with gritted teeth.

"What, you want to attack us?!"

"Explosion King, the great King of Slaughter is here, he cannot possibly attack us!"

These degenerates still firmly believe that as long as the King of Slaughter is in power and there are no thieves in the world, no one will dare to lay a hand on them.

The thief glanced at them with a mocking look in his eyes.

"When did you develop the illusion that I wanted to attack you?"

As he spoke, he turned to look at the King of Slaughter and said, "Of course! If the King of Slaughter is reluctant, I can do it for him."

The King of Slaughter looked down from his high position, his hands clenched into fists behind his back, his eyes surging with murderous intent.

"If I weren't wary of Qian Daoliu, I could crush you, a mere Soul King ant, with a single finger."

Here, "No Thief Under Heaven" is merely a Soul King, and one who cannot use Soul Skills.

The King of Slaughter is not only a Title Douluo, but can also use Soul Skills at will.

In this light, it seems that Tianxia Wuzei is indeed an ant that he can crush with a flick of his wrist.

However, in this world, you need both ability and connections to succeed.

The Thief Under Heaven looked at the King of Slaughter with a mocking expression, knowing this very well, which was why he dared to be so arrogant.

"In that case, go and brave the road to hell."

The King of Slaughter's tone was neither joyful nor sorrowful; he showed no emotional fluctuation despite the offense from "No Thief Under Heaven".

"Clam?!"

When the Fallen Ones saw the King of Slaughter acting this way, their eyes widened and their mouths gaped open enough to fit an ostrich egg.

"Qian Daoliu's influence is still quite useful. However, on Hell Road, the King of Slaughter will probably cause trouble again."

The person who advocated for a world without thieves did not regret their actions; their opposition stemmed from a desire to try it out.

A hundred consecutive wins in the Hellfire Arena wasn't enough for him.

The King of Slaughter glanced at him, inwardly mocking him.

Do you really think the road to hell is so easy to traverse?
You think you can just leave after offending me? You'd better die obediently on the road to hell!
From the King of Slaughter, crimson blood energy surged forth like a tidal wave, instantly engulfing the entire hellish killing field. It wasn't pure killing intent, but a colder, more malevolent aura, as if countless wronged souls were whispering in one's ear, bewitching the heart and eroding the will.

"It's not a murderous aura, but an extremely evil aura that can bewitch people!"

The thief frowned, his mind suddenly tightening, shutting out all distracting thoughts.

His gaze was cold and unaffected by the eerie red light.

However, those Fallen Ones who were still in shock suddenly turned bloodshot and crazed the moment they came into contact with the red light.

"Ahhh!"

"Hahaha! So good! So good!"

They laughed maniacally, their fingers like knives, tearing their own flesh apart.

His face was forcibly ripped off, and his bloodied and mangled hands continued to scratch at his chest until his abdomen was ripped open and his internal organs were exposed.

But they seemed not to feel any pain; instead, they cried out excitedly, as if they were immersed in some kind of extreme pleasure.

Blood gushed forth like a spring, spilling onto the ground and converging into a winding river of blood that slowly flowed toward the center of the hellish killing field.

The thieves watched coldly, showing no pity whatsoever.

These people deserve to die.

Soon the entire hellish killing field was soaked in blood, the grooves were filled, and a huge blood-red pattern appeared underfoot.

Although he couldn't see the whole picture with his eyes, he saw the true nature of the pattern with the help of the Wind Domain.

It was a ferocious bat, so lifelike, that it seemed ready to flap its wings and fly out of the pool of blood at any moment.

Before he could even get a good look at the world without thieves, the voice of the King of Slaughter exploded in his ears like muffled thunder.

"Hell Road, open!"

The blinding red light covered the world without thieves, and he felt his feet sink into the void, unable to see or touch anything.

"call out!"

After an unknown amount of time, Tianxia Wuzei's feet landed on the platform, and his vision gradually became clear.

A narrow path, less than half a foot wide and just wide enough for two legs to pass through, appeared before them.

"The Road to Hell, you can get out of here."

Without pausing for a moment, Wu Zetian stepped onto the path and ran off at breakneck speed.

He felt no fear whatsoever at the bottomless abyss beneath his feet.

Because the right leg bone of the 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor granted him the ability to fly, he was not afraid of falling at all.

"Hmm? So they really did have their eye on me?"

While on his way, the Thief Without Thieves suddenly sensed someone watching him, and he knew without a doubt that it was the King of Slaughter.

But now that he was here, he wasn't afraid of the King of Slaughter doing anything to him, and continued running wildly.

In no time, a wave of heat swept over, and the ground beneath their feet had turned into a churning sea of ​​blood.

Suddenly, the corners of Tianxia Wuzei's mouth curled up slightly, and he thought to himself, "So they really did come after all."

Looking up, tens of thousands of blood bats formed a crimson cloud that blotted out the sky and swept in.

One of them, a three-headed bat about four meters long with a wingspan of ten meters and gleaming with dark gold, flew at the front.

"The Dark Gold Three-Headed Bat King did indeed appear." A mocking smile appeared on Tianxia Wuzei's lips. "The true form of the King of Slaughter is the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King. Who sent the Dark Gold Three-Headed Bat King? It's hard to guess!"

However, how could a mere ten-thousand-year-old soul beast possibly block his path?

Instead of slowing down, Tianxia Wuzei's speed increased, and it rushed straight towards the swarm of bats.

Seeing this, the King of Slaughter, who was observing from the shadows, sneered: "Arrogant brat, you're simply courting death!"

On the road to hell, the Dark Gold Three-Headed Bat King saw that Tianxia Wuzei was rapidly approaching, and suddenly stopped, its three heads opening their hideous, bloody mouths.

"Squeak!"

In an instant, rings of sound waves emanated from the mouth of the dark gold three-headed bat, causing ripples in the air.

The other bats screamed at the sight, their sound waves crashing against the world without thieves.

(End of this chapter)