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

Chapter 157 The Three Upper Sects Gather, Ning Fengzhi's Choice
Before the words were even finished, the sky suddenly tore open.

A bolt of azure lightning, like a divine sword, cleaved through the clouds.

In an instant, thunderclouds surged across the entire Wuhun City, and countless bolts of lightning snaked through the dark clouds, tearing the midday sun into pieces.

A figure descended from the sky, riding on lightning, and the pressure of a level 95 Title Douluo poured down like a tsunami.

With the oppressive thunderclouds, the Soul Masters in the audience with lower Soul Power suddenly found it difficult to breathe, as if a huge boulder was pressing on their chests.

When the world is without thieves, one can look up and see.

Upon recognizing the person, he showed no fear, but rather a hint of excitement deep in his eyes.

"Yu Yuanzhen, you've finally come!"

He was not surprised by Yu Yuanzhen's arrival; in fact, he had expected it.

However, the "No Thieves Under Heaven" group not only wants to see him appear, but also hopes that he will take action.

Immediately, he urged the stunned Tang San to hurry up.

"Tang San, you have five breaths left. If you don't make a move, you can die with them."

Tang San, who had just been stunned by Yu Yuanzhen's angry shout, suddenly shivered.

"Gulu."

He nervously swallowed, his hand holding the dagger hovering in mid-air, unsure whether to lower it or not.

After all, he had already learned from Titan that Yu Xiaogang was the son of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's leader.

If we attack him now, wouldn't we be making an enemy of Thunder Douluo?

However, the world is without thieves and won't give him that much time to think; the countdown begins.

"Five, four, three, two..."

Hearing the death knell and seeing Tang Hao's wretched state, Tang San finally made up his mind.

"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan only has one Title Douluo. I don't believe it can contend with the Spirit Hall!"

Having made up his mind, his eyes turned sinister, and he raised the dagger to stab Yu Xiaogang viciously.

High in the sky, Yu Yuanzhen had intended to negotiate with the Spirit Hall.

Getting Yu Xiaogang back and coercing him for some more resources would be fine; starting a war is not the first choice.

But now that Tang San has taken action, there's no time for negotiation.

"Martial Soul Palace!"

Yu Yuanzhen's angry roar was like thunder. His dark blue robe fluttered in the lightning, his silver hair stood on end, and his eyes flashed with dazzling electric light.

"The people of my Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan are not for you to presume to handle!"

He suddenly spread his arms wide, and a hundred-meter-long blue lightning tyrannosaurus phantom appeared behind him, while nine spirit rings of yellow, purple, black, black, black, black, black rose from his feet.

The dragon roared, and countless bolts of lightning converged into his palm like rivers flowing into the sea, instantly forming a giant lightning claw that covered half the square.

Each arc of electricity leaping from the claw tip was enough to pierce through steel, the air was ionized and emitted a pungent ozone smell, and even space itself began to distort.

The next moment, a giant thunder claw descended from the sky, as if to suppress everything.

The audience was in complete chaos.

"Is this the strength of a Title Douluo, the might of a Thunder Douluo?!"

"Run! Otherwise we're in big trouble!"

In the VIP section, a fine crack suddenly appeared on Ning Fengzhi's white jade cane.

He stared at the figure surrounded by lightning in the sky, his face so gloomy it could drip water, cursing inwardly.

"Damn Yu Yuanzhen, he openly opposes the Spirit Hall for the sake of a piece of trash like Yu Xiaogang."

"In this way, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan will not only gain nothing, but will also give the Spirit Hall a legitimate opportunity to take action!"

"Your Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan is courting death, don't drag my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan into it!"

It's not that Ning Fengzhi cares that much about the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan.

Instead, it was the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the Clear Sky Clan, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan that once said something.

The three sects are of the same lineage and share the same blood.

If the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is in trouble, can the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan just stand by and do nothing?

Ning Fengzhi is a businessman. He can even treat his own daughter as a commodity. It is even less likely that he would become an enemy of the Spirit Hall because of the saying that the three upper sects are of one mind.

But he didn't want his image to be ruined, so he was already cursing Yu Yuanzhen's ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin, who was standing next to Ning Fengzhi, nodded slightly, secretly praising him.

"Yu Yuanzhen truly lives up to his reputation as the strongest user of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Martial Soul. Even though his soul power is one level lower than mine, his destructive power is no less than mine."

He is a level 96 Title Douluo, and the difference between each level of Title Douluo is huge.

Moreover, the Seven Kill Sword is hailed as the most powerful martial soul in terms of killing power. Although killing power does not necessarily equate to destructive power, his praise is enough to prove Yu Yuanzhen's strength.

In the center of the square, Yu Xiaogang looked up at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a word.

All he knew was that his father still loved him.

Tang San was so frightened by this imposing aura that he collapsed to the ground, his face drained of all color.

The traitors and rebels in the square were also bent over by the weight.

Only the "No Thieves Under Heaven" stood firm, its black robes motionless amidst the thunderstorm, its eyes gleaming with an eerie light.

"That's right, exactly. As long as you make a move, even if it's not specifically targeting the Spirit Hall, others will see it as such. At that point, the Spirit Hall will have a legitimate reason to attack the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!"

Last night, he discussed many things with Qian Daoliu.

Finally, under his persuasive words, Qian Daoliu decided it was time to add fuel to the fire of the silent continent.

Just as the giant thunder claw was less than thirty meters from the ground, a golden-red fiery figure shot into the sky.

"roll!"

With a furious roar, a phantom image of a blazing sun lion appeared behind him.

In an instant, rings of air surged into the sky, colliding fiercely with the giant thunder claw.

Rumbling--

The moment the two extreme energies collided, the entire Spirit City trembled.

In mid-air, the shock wave spread out in a spherical shape.

The sea of ​​lightning above gradually dissipated, while the seats in the audience below were uprooted, causing people to fall over.

As the saying goes, when gods fight, mortals suffer.

Seven sword lights suddenly appeared in the VIP seats. Sword Douluo Chen Xin stood in front of Ning Fengzhi, and the sword energy shattered the aftershocks.

Yu Yuanzhen, high in the sky, let out a muffled groan, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

The thunderclouds beneath his feet were mostly dispersed, and he was forced to retreat dozens of feet before regaining his footing.

The Lion Douluo below only had slightly dirty robes and his golden-red flames had faded a bit.

Sit down!

"Yu Yuanzhen!" Lion Douluo's voice boomed like thunder, "You dare to trespass into Spirit City! The Spirit Hall has no right to act so arrogantly! What, does the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan want to start a war with the Spirit Hall?!"

He received instructions to directly restrain Yu Yuanzhen, putting him in a dilemma.

Yu Yuanzhen's eyes darkened; he hadn't expected the Spirit Hall to have anticipated his arrival.

They might even have dug a pit, waiting for him to jump in.

Because he has already made his move, there is no room for negotiation.

Just then, Ning Fengzhi suddenly stood up and slammed his gemstone cane heavily on the ground.

"Please wait, gentlemen!" His voice was gentle yet contained a hidden soul power, clearly resounding throughout the entire area. "There must be some misunderstanding. Perhaps we can sit down and talk it over."

He didn't want the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School to get involved, otherwise he would not only be disliked by both sides, but also gain nothing.

However, Yu Yuanzhen, who had been humiliated, was not about to let it go.

Moreover, he dared to come here openly and honestly, so he must have his reasons.

Otherwise, how could a titled Douluo like him dare to be so presumptuous!
"Sect Master Ning!" Yu Yuanzhen sneered, lightning gathering around him once more. "My son is about to be killed, is there any misunderstanding?"

His gaze swept across the VIP seats like lightning, finally pausing on Sword Douluo Chen Xin.

"If the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School still remembers the oath of 'the three upper sects being of one heart and one mind,' then they should join me in demanding an explanation from the Spirit Hall! Instead of trying to persuade me!"

Sword Douluo Chen Xin frowned slightly, but did not speak.

Ning Fengzhi's smile remained unchanged, but a shadow of gloom flashed in his eyes.

He cursed Yu Yuanzhen inwardly for not knowing when to back down.

The Spirit Hall is clearly setting a trap, and this old dragon is determined to jump right into it!

But he was also put on the fire and was not allowed to express his opinion.

Just as Ning Fengzhi was wondering what to do, the Lion Douluo in the sky heard this and jokingly said something.

"Yu Yuanzhen, you don't actually think that adding the mere Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School will be enough to contend with the Spirit Hall, do you? Even if all three of your sects joined forces, the Spirit Hall still wouldn't be able to..."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly turned his head to look.

The others belatedly realized what was happening and all turned their gazes toward the west of Wuhun City.

The next moment, a domineering yet gentle voice suddenly resounded throughout Wuhun City.

"Oh, if our Clear Sky Sect were to be added, would we be qualified to make the Spirit Hall think twice?"

(End of this chapter)