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

Chapter 155 Triumphant (Clown) Tang San
The news exploded like a thunderbolt in the audience.

All eyes were immediately drawn away from Xiao Wu, the 100,000-year-old soul beast in human form.

Instead, it was like a steel needle quenched in ice, piercing deeply into Tang San's body, whose neck was being choked by Tianxia Wuzei.

The shock brought by his identity was no less than that of Xiao Wu, a 100,000-year-old soul beast in human form.

After all, with the Spirit Hall's constant propaganda, the fact that the former Pope Qianxunji died at the hands of Tang Hao was already an indisputable fact.

He colluded with a 100,000-year-old soul beast and was also the son of the murderer of the previous pope.

Either of these two charges would be enough for the Spirit Hall to reduce Tang San to ashes.

In the center of the square, Xiao Wu's pupils suddenly contracted, her heart felt as if it were being squeezed by an invisible hand, and all color drained from her face in an instant.

She stared blankly at Tang San, who was being choked, her voice trembling.

"W-what?! Third Brother's father is actually a Title Douluo?!"

She never thought about it.

In her heart, Tang San was just a work-study student who shared a dormitory with her at Notting Academy, an ordinary boy.

Unexpectedly, he was actually a descendant of a Title Douluo!
Suddenly, a terrible thought rushed into her mind.

So, doesn't that mean my identity has already been exposed?
She understood better than anyone the allure of a 100,000-year-old soul beast to a soul master.

How could Tang San's father, a Title Douluo, not be able to detect her true form?

If they didn't make a move, could it be that they wanted to keep her as a reserve of soul rings and soul bones for Tang San?

"Ah."

The sneer of "No Thieves Under Heaven" interrupted her thoughts. She glanced at Xiao Wu out of the corner of her eye, her tone as sarcastic as a needle.

"What? Didn't Tang San tell you that his father is a Title Douluo? See, he's not that sincere towards you."

"Don't you dare try to sow discord!" Tang San's face flushed red, veins bulging in his neck, and he struggled frantically. "I had no idea my father was a Title Douluo!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Wu's dim eyes suddenly lit up with a glimmer of light, like a dying candle grasping at the last breath of wind.

She stared intently at Tang San, her eyes filled with hope.

She believed Tang San as long as he said he didn't know.

The corners of Tianxia Wuzei's mouth curved into a more amused smile, his unhurried manner like a cat playing with a mouse: "Oh? You really don't know that Tang Hao is a Title Douluo?"
"If I had known, how could I have fallen into your hands?!"

Tang San roared with his neck stiffened, his voice hoarse from suffocation, yet it revealed a stubborn refusal to admit defeat.

As if hearing a joke, Tianxia Wuzei grabbed Tang San by the neck and walked up to Xiao Wu.

His gaze swept across her pale face, and his words struck everyone's ears with clarity.

"As far as I know, you should have subdued the Power Clan, right?"

The moment the words "Power Clan" left his mouth, Tang San's pupils shrank to pinpoints, and his struggles abruptly stopped, as if he had been frozen in place.

"No Thieves Under Heaven" sneered, each word like a knife.

"Anyone with a bit of experience should know that the four single-attribute families were once vassals of the Haotian Sect, and later even served Tang Hao as their master."

"If the Ruoli Clan didn't know your identity, how could a dignified Soul Douluo like Titan bow down to a Soul Master and address you as 'Young Master' all the time?"

These words were like heavy hammer blows, each one landing on Xiao Wu's heart, suffocating her.

At Blue Tyrant Academy, there was Tailong's almost blind devotion to Tang San, Titan's excited and trembling eyes when they first met, and the clear and distinct words "Young Master."

It turns out that only she was foolish enough to believe that Tang San conquered Titan with his talent and charm.

Xiao Wu's face completely lost its color, her lips turned white, and the last glimmer of light in her eyes slowly went out.

Tang San, seeing that there were no thieves in the world, knew better than him, so he simply stopped pretending.

"That's right, my father is Tang Hao, the Haotian Douluo! If you dare to touch me, my father will absolutely not let you get away with it!"

At this point, he became smug.

"My father dared to beat up the previous Pope, and you, a mere Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, dare to lay a hand on me?!"

"If you know what's good for you, let me and Xiao Wu leave. If you dare to lay a finger on me, my father will raze the Spirit Hall to the ground! At that time, all four of you brothers will have to pay with your lives!"

At this moment, Tang San was extremely proud, confident that Wu Zetian would not dare to kill him for the safety of himself and his brothers.

In response, he instead threatened a world without thieves.

These words caused another uproar in the audience, with people whispering among themselves.

"He's right. Tang Hao is the youngest Title Douluo. Although Tianxia Wuzei has great talent, he's still just a Soul Emperor at the moment."

"Unless he never leaves Wuhun City, it's hard to say what will happen if Tang Hao sets his sights on him."

"I want to see what choice the 'No Thieves Under Heaven' will make. If they don't let Tang San and the 100,000-year-old soul beast take human form, they will have to be on guard against Tang Hao's attacks at all times."

"If he were to release Tang San and the 100,000-year-old soul beast in their human form in public, he would utterly lose face. The Spirit Hall would never allow someone as cowardly and timid as Pope to serve in the future."

Hearing the audience's discussion, Tang San's smugness grew even stronger.

"Did you hear that? Nobody thinks highly of you. If you know what's good for you, let Xiao Wu and me go. Not only that, you also need to find my teacher, Yu Xiaogang. Otherwise, my father will still take action against you!"

"Bastard! Do you really think we wouldn't dare kill you?"

The authorities, however, had no reaction, but the three traitors and rebels were the first to become enraged.

Tang San remained completely calm, believing that his words had already intimidated Tianxia Wuzei.

They immediately provoked him.

"What? You want to kill me?"

The traitors and villains have all been possessed by martial spirits. As long as the thieves under heaven give the order, they will chop Tang San into mincemeat.

However, Tianxia Wuzei remained calm, as if watching a spectacle with an expression of indifference.

Tang San, seeing that he did not move, burst into wild laughter.

"I am Tang Hao's son, who dares to kill me? Who can kill me?! Hahahaha!"

These words sparked outrage among the crowd.

Those who were just looking forward to seeing Tang San make a fool of himself were all shocked by his smug expression.

"Damn it, does he really think he can look down on everyone just because he has a good father?!"

"I really wish 'No Thieves Under Heaven' could crush him with one hand. Just seeing Tang San's face makes me furious!"

Unsuspecting viewers were angry, but those in the know were all mocking.

Ning Fengzhi shook his head in disappointment and said, "Tang San's character is truly disappointing."

As someone who knew Tang Hao's current fate, Tang San's words were nothing but a joke to him.

Using a useless ant to threaten someone is such a clumsy display that it's truly laughable.

In the square, the three traitors were furious.

"Boss, if you won't make a move, then we'll have to. We're not afraid of Tang Hao!"

"Shut up!"

However, the thief glanced at them, and the three of them immediately shrank back.

Just when Tang San and everyone else thought he was about to back down.

What he said next left everyone puzzled.

"Tang San is a hybrid of a human and a beast, so it's one thing if he's mentally ill. But have the three of you also lost your minds?"

Seeing that the three traitors were still standing there, Dugu Yan gestured with her lips towards the direction of the Hall of Offerings.

"Is your mouth cramping? What are you doing?!" The three traitors were still confused.

"No Thieves Under Heaven" shook his head, too lazy to explain.

He released his grip on Tang San's neck, letting the latter fall freely.

"Ha, coward!"

The moment Tang San's feet touched the ground, his knees buckled and he knelt down.

"Are you done talking?" The indifferent voice of "No Thief Under Heaven" came, and suddenly a pressure pressed Tang San firmly to the ground.

As he spoke, he stepped on Tang San's head, and the latter immediately panicked.

"If you dare kill me, my father will never let you get away with it!"

"No Thief Under Heaven" sneered, "As expected of a hybrid of human and beast, you still don't seem to understand the situation. Tang Hao is your greatest asset, but he is not someone who can threaten me."

At this point, he gestured towards the location of the ancestral hall.

“Bring him over. It’s time to make him face reality.”

Everyone looked in the direction of the thief-free hand, wanting to find out what was going on.

Soon, at the edge of the plaza, a powerful Soul Master appeared, holding two chains and leading two people who were crawling on all fours like wild dogs.

Most people in the audience didn't recognize the two, but a few did.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin, standing beside Ning Fengzhi, suddenly narrowed his eyes and exclaimed in surprise.

"That's... Tang Hao?!"

(End of this chapter)