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

Chapter 110 The villain team's strength greatly increased

In front of a wooden house on the outskirts of Soto.

The setting sun is like blood.

The figure of the thief moved through the woods like a ghost, his movements subtle.

He sensed several lazy figures in front of the wooden house through his wind domain, and a sinister smile appeared on his lips.

"Sure enough, as soon as I'm gone, they all learn to slack off!"

With a cracking sound from his knuckles, Tianxia Wuzei took out a mask from his soul tool and put it on.

"It's a good opportunity to stretch your muscles and, incidentally, increase your sense of crisis."

His aura suddenly changed, as if he were a demon emerging from hell, exuding a chilling killing intent.

The Lion Douluo and Dugu Bo, who were secretly protecting the traitors, were startled and quickly looked towards the source of the murderous aura.

Sensing the murderous aura that was about to solidify, Dugu Bo's expression turned solemn.

"How many people must he have killed to have such a strong killing intent! Is he an assassin too?!"

In the past six months, there have been one or two groups of people who wanted to take action against traitors and rebels.

However, due to their weak strength, they were secretly eliminated by Dugu Bo before they could even take action.

Lion Douluo's pupils contracted slightly; the unfamiliar, violent killing intent made his muscles tense.

There's no other reason than that this aura was simply too unfamiliar.

But when his gaze locked onto the figure in the black robe fluttering in the wind, and he recalled Qian Daoliu's secret letter, he instantly understood.

The world is free of thieves!
Unexpectedly, it only took him half a year to get out of the Killing City!

Dugu Bo suddenly stood up, the phantom of the Azure Phosphorous Serpent Emperor looming behind him, ready to intercept him.

Unexpectedly, Lion Douluo raised his hand and stopped him.

"Let him pass." His voice was deep, yet carried an undeniable authority. "The captain is back to test the team's abilities; what are you interfering for?"

"What?!" Dugu Bo turned around abruptly, his face filled with disbelief. "He's Tianxia Wuzei?!"

Lion Douluo slowly nodded, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes.

"Don't worry, that kid knows his limits. It's those brats who've had it too easy for the past six months. It's time to teach them a lesson."

Hearing Lion Douluo's words, Dugu Bo sat back down, looking like he was about to watch a good show.

Sensing the two motionless figures, the Wind Domain of the World Without Thieves smiled.

"You guys have good judgment not to stop me. But it seems you also want to see me beat them up!"

Thinking to himself, he silently quickened his pace, and soon three wooden houses came into view.

The three traitors lay lazily in hammocks, enjoying a rare moment of leisure.

Not far away, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling sat around a flickering campfire, their silvery laughter ringing out from time to time.

"Third and fourth brothers." The traitor squinted at the setting sun on the horizon, his tone feigning ease. "It's been half a year, and there's still no news from the eldest. Could he really be dead?"

A roguish smile played on his lips, but a barely perceptible hint of worry flickered in his eyes.

Mistaking a thief for his father, he was completely bewildered and sat up abruptly.

"Even if the eldest kicks the bucket, the captain's position won't fall to you." He deliberately raised his chin. "We're both level 42 now, so if we're going to compete, it'll be based on our strength."

"Bullshit!" The shifty-eyed man sprang up from the hammock, his eyes blazing with anger. "How could the boss be in trouble!"

He clenched his fist, and suddenly the tone changed.

"Even if something really happens to the boss, I'll still fight for the captain's position! So what if I'm level 41? I can still beat you all!"

The traitor rolled his eyes and immediately stood up to argue with the two of them.

Looking at the three people in complete chaos, the corner of Tianxia Wuzei's mouth twitched involuntarily beneath his mask.

"You two are such good brothers! I hope you can still smile later!"

The ground exploded with a deafening roar, and he charged straight at the wooden house like a ferocious beast breaking free of its shackles, carrying an overwhelming aura of malevolence.

The three people, who were arguing heatedly, suddenly felt a chill run down their spines as a bone-chilling cold shot straight to the top of their heads.

"Get out of the way!" the traitor roared, his arms bulging with veins, as he shoved away the man who had recognized the enemy as his father and the shifty-eyed man.

"Golden Dart King, possess me!"

Before the golden light of the martial spirit's possession could fully bloom, the blood-red figure had already torn through the air and appeared in front of him.

Without using his martial spirit or soul skills, Tianxia Wuzei relied on his powerful physique to deliver a sonic boom with a simple straight punch!

The traitor's pupils constricted, and he hastily parried with a dart.

"clang!"

With a metallic wail, he was thrown backward like a cannonball, his feet carving two deep furrows in the ground.

"you……"

A cold glint flashed in Tianxia Wuzei's eyes, and his five fingers gripped the head of the traitor like iron pincers, slamming him directly into the depths of the dense forest.

He didn't want to ruin the wooden house he had built, and then have to clean it up himself later.

Boom boom boom!
A series of deafening explosions rang out, and towering ancient trees snapped one after another as if made of paper, startling a flock of birds into flight. "Second Brother!"

Recognizing the thief as their father, and with eyes blazing with fury, the martial spirits instantly possessed them, transforming into two afterimages as they swiftly pursued him.

The four women, including Dugu Yan, reacted quickly, their soul power surging as they followed closely behind.

Deep in the dense forest, the thief grabbed the head of the traitor with one hand, lifted him up, and slammed him to the ground like a heavy hammer.

Boom boom boom!
The earthquake trembled violently, and earth and rocks flew everywhere!
A crater half a meter in diameter suddenly formed under the continuous heavy blows, and the traitor lay paralyzed at the bottom of the crater, seeing stars before his eyes.

Just as "No Thief Under Heaven" was about to make another move, two sharp whooshing sounds suddenly came from behind.

The sly-looking Huoyun Blade flashed a chilling light in the air, aiming straight for his vital points.

Before his martial spirit was fully activated, Tianxia Wuzei dared not take the attack head-on. He swayed and released the traitor, the blade barely grazing the black robe.

"That's exactly what I've been waiting for!" someone shouted from the other side, recognizing the enemy as their father. The drill bit on the right arm was already poised to fire, and the high-speed spinning metallic whistling sound was enough to make anyone's teeth ache.

The hammer-like drill struck solidly against Tianxia Wuzei's parrying arm.

"boom!"

The shockwave exploded, sending him flying several meters.

"What!?"

The world was secretly shocked, never expecting that the power of recognizing a thief as one's father had become so great.

"Interesting." He adjusted his position in mid-air to prepare for a counterattack, only to find that the purple poisonous mist had already sealed off the surroundings, trapping him in the center.

With a hum, Wu Zetian caught a glimpse of a purple light falling on the traitor, whose wounds were healing at a visible speed.

"The seven treasures are named: first, strength; second, speed!"

Ning Rongrong's clear voice rang out, and the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda shone brilliantly.

He amplified the power of the three individuals—the traitor, the one who recognized the enemy as his father, and the shifty-eyed man—one by one, causing their aura to surge instantly.

In just a moment, the disadvantage that had caught them off guard vanished.

Now, they have fulfilled all the conditions for a counterattack.

Not only that, their soul power has also increased significantly.

Traitorous sons and traitors, recognizing a thief as one's father, and Dugu Yan, level forty-two.
Thief-eyed and rat-like, level 41; Ye Lingling, level 39; Zhu Zhuqing, level 38; Ning Rongrong, level 31.

"No Thief Under Heaven" looked around and saw the seven people working together seamlessly. A hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes behind the mask.

"Good teamwork. Looks like they haven't been idle these past six months. But even so, they're still bound to get a beating!"

The traitorous official, as the captain, stepped forward at this moment.

"No matter who you are, dare to lay a hand on us, die! Thunderous Ghost Dart!"

Two darts crackling with purple lightning tore through the air, emitting a piercing shriek as they aimed straight for Tianxia Wuzei's throat.

While the thief was dealing with the Ghost Dart, the drill that had mistaken the thief for its father had already crashed heavily into the ground.

"Diamond Ice Dust Fist!"

The icy blue soul power spread wildly along the drill, and countless sharp ice shards burst from the ground, instantly freezing the area shrouded in poisonous fog into a huge ice crystal cage.

"Boom!"

With shifty eyes, he leaped into the air without warning, his blade drawing upon heavenly lightning, and brought down with a single strike.

"Flying Blade Rock-Splitting Slash!"

A blade of energy, crackling with violent lightning, tore through the sky, splitting the air and producing a piercing hissing sound.

"boom!"

The moment the blade energy collided with the ice prison, the huge block of ice shattered with a deafening roar!
Countless ice crystal fragments scattered in all directions with the shockwave, and the trees within a radius of tens of meters were instantly covered with a thick layer of ice shards, gleaming with a chilling light under the setting sun.

Smoke and dust filled the air, but the traitors and their ilk dared not relax their vigilance, their eyes fixed on the center of the explosion.

Dugu Yan and Zhu Zhuqing tacitly protected the two support Soul Masters, the former to prevent enemy attacks, and the latter to be ready to run away with the others at any time.

Amidst the smoke and dust, Wu Zetian stood quietly, watching their prepared stance, a slight smile playing on his lips beneath his mask.

"Good teamwork. If I didn't have my Martial Soul, I would have really been injured by your combined attack!"

He tore through the smoke and dust with a single claw, revealing a gleaming blue metallic light beneath his tattered black robe.

Upon hearing that familiar voice, the three traitors' pupils constricted, and their voices became agitated.

"Boss, you're back?!"

They instinctively tried to rush forward, but were stopped by Tianxia Wuzei raising his hand.

"No rush!" He slowly closed his left fist, and five spirit rings—yellow, purple, red, and black—appeared one after another. "Let me test your progress over the past six months!"

The God of Slaughter Domain unfolded simultaneously, a sea of ​​blood engulfing an area of ​​fifty meters in radius.

As the last rays of the setting sun faded, a crimson hue spread across the sky, turning the entire dense forest into a scene of hell.

The second soul ring on Tianxia Wuzei lit up, and he spoke in a mocking tone.

"Watch out, don't die!"

(End of this chapter)