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

Chapter 162 Seagod Island Attacks, Three Peerless Douluo Gather
In an instant, the world fell into a deathly silence.

Qian Daoliu stood in mid-air, with the phantom of a six-winged angel stretching out behind him.

Each wing flowed with dazzling golden light, and holy light swept over every inch of Wuhun City like a tide, purifying the bloody killing intent released by Tang Chen.

His eyes were as still as an ancient well, yet they seemed to contain the depth of the entire starry sky.

Tang Chen's bat wings slowly folded, and his scarlet pupils slightly contracted.

He stared at his old rival, a sinister and complex smile creeping onto his lips.

"So many years have passed, Qian Daoliu, and you still have this arrogant attitude!"

Qian Daoliu's gaze swept over Tang Chen's heterochromatic eyes, filled with mixed emotions.

"Back then, you left full of vigor, seeking the path to godhood. Little did you expect that after all these decades, you would be parasitized by a beast. That must be a bitter pill to swallow, right?"

These words were like a sharp sword, piercing Tang Chen's most vulnerable wound.

This was something he didn't want to recall, causing him, a dignified level 99 Limit Douluo, to fall into a deep sleep for decades.

This is a shame!

His left pupil suddenly contracted, while the blood-red light in his right eye surged three inches.

"shut up!"

boom--!
The power of the Asura God, imbued with killing intent, erupted with a deafening roar, violently distorting space and causing the entire Martial Soul City to collapse.

Although his imposing aura looked terrifying, Qian Daoliu simply raised his finger slightly.

Ding--

The gentle hum of the angelic sword resounded through the heavens, and a pure golden halo rippled outwards from him.

Wherever it passed, the distorted space was forcibly smoothed out, and the rampaging Asura divine power and killing intent receded like a tide.

"This is impossible……"

Tang Chen's pupils contracted sharply, his voice trembled, and he looked at Qian Daoliu in disbelief.

Qian Daoliu's white robes fluttered without wind, and the holy light around him slowly receded into his body.

He spoke slowly, delivering a blow.

"Tang Chen, you have been parasitized by beasts for many years, and your strength is no longer what it used to be."

"Even if you regain control of your body, this physical form is ultimately too fragile and cannot withstand the combined impact of the divine power within you and your own strength."

Qian Daoliu had just sensed the power of the Asura God and was also clear about Tang Chen's current physical condition and strength.

It can only unleash its full power at level 95, and once severely injured, it will completely eliminate the beast that parasitizes it.

The immense power hidden within him would immediately cause his already weakened body to collapse, leading him to death.

Therefore, Tang Chen is no longer a match for Qian Daoliu.

Qian Daoliu still cherished their past relationship and tried to persuade him.

"Tang Chen, I have never broken the agreement from back then. Even though my son died because of the Haotian Sect, I have never made a move against the Haotian Sect."

"Is it only a matter of executing the murderer on the spot, and you're already in such a hurry to provoke me? Out of consideration for our past relationship, I'll kill the fallen soul master you brought out, and I can let the people of the Clear Sky Sect leave safely. Otherwise..."

Before he finished speaking, the soul power of the level 99 peerless Douluo suddenly erupted, shocking everyone.

The worshippers were already terrified, and the Haotian Sect elders who had broken through through evil and heretical methods were even more terrified.

After reaching level 95, the difference between each level in a Title Douluo becomes as vast as an insurmountable chasm.

Tang Chen was no match for Qian Daoliu's aura and was sent flying, looking utterly disheveled.

Feeling Qian Daoliu's invincible aura from the audience, Ning Fengzhi's heart sank, and he cursed inwardly.

"Damn Tang Xiao! Tang Chen's strength hasn't even recovered to its peak, yet he dares to challenge the Spirit Hall. And to make matters worse, he even dragged the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School into it."

He was filled with remorse, but it was too late.

Qian Daoliu looked at the disheveled Tang Chen, stroked his beard, and said coldly, "Tang Chen, if you don't do as I say, you and the people of Haotian Sect will stay here today!"

Before he finished speaking, several more auras of Title Douluo rushed back from all directions.

These titled Douluo were all elders of the Spirit Hall who had been on missions abroad, and now they have all returned.

The three upper sects, which were originally able to barely put up a fight, are now completely outmatched in terms of the number of Title Douluos.

If war were to break out, the defeat of the three upper sects would have been inevitable.

The thieves were slightly surprised by Qian Daoliu's tough stance.

"Old Deng is not bad! Although he still cherishes his old feelings for Tang Chen, he hasn't been ambiguous about it."

Looking at the current situation, he felt that he could wipe out the three sects in one fell swoop here.

In this way, the two great empires would no longer have the strength to stop the Spirit Hall from unifying the continent. Tang Chen struggled to steady himself in the air, clutching his chest, which felt stuffy, and suddenly revealed a cold smile.

"Qian Daoliu, do you really think the Spirit Hall has victory in its grasp?"

Qian Daoliu didn't rush to answer. He looked around and then began to speak eloquently.

"Everyone who was supposed to come has come. I really can't imagine what other tricks you have up your sleeve. Or have you learned to use your silver tongue these days?"

Tang Chen suddenly grinned strangely and said jokingly, "Are you sure everyone who's supposed to be here is here?"

Upon hearing this, Qian Daoliu immediately thought of a certain power.

"Could it be that……"

Before he could finish speaking, he sensed a soul power fluctuation no weaker than his own, and a figure carrying the soul power of several Title Douluo was rushing towards Wuhun City.

He looked up and a familiar figure came into view first.

Qian Daoliu clenched his fist and said in a deep voice, "Is it you?!"

Before the words were even finished, a vast blue sea suddenly appeared above Wuhun City!

The seawater hangs upside down in the sky, waves surge and roll, and countless phantoms of sea spirit beasts swim within it, exuding a powerful aura.

And atop those waves, a stunningly beautiful figure stood treading on the water.

She wore a deep blue dress, her silver hair cascaded down her back, and she held a scepter inlaid with the tears of the sea god. Her eyes were as deep and cold as the ocean.

Behind him stood seven figures in mid-air, each exuding the aura of a Title Douluo.

The stunningly beautiful figure gazed at Qian Daoliu and Tang Chen ahead, her clear, cold voice rang out.

"Sendou Ryu, it's been a long time!"

Upon hearing this, Qian Daoliu replied calmly, "Yes, it's been a long time."

The other elders of the Spirit Hall immediately darkened their expressions upon seeing this person.

Others might not know who the woman in front of them was, but they did.

Poseidon, the High Priestess of Seagod Island, is one of the three peerless Douluo of our time, along with Qian Daoliu and Tang Chen.

Today, the three peerless Douluo of our time have gathered together again after decades!
The Soul Masters of Wuhun City were once again stunned by this scene.

Unexpectedly, there is still a master!

The fact that everyone was walking on air proved that the eight newcomers were at least Title Douluo level experts.

Upon seeing this, Ning Fengzhi excitedly gripped his cane.

I didn't expect to receive help!
There were so many twists and turns today, my heart can hardly take it!

Moreover, the woman not only knew Qian Daoliu, but her aura was also no weaker than his.

With their addition, our chances of winning against the Spirit Hall are at least 50/50!

Fifty percent may not seem like much, but it's not a small amount either.

In the center of the square, "No Thief Under Heaven" looked at Poseidon and suddenly understood everything.

"So that's how it is! I was wondering how Tang Chen managed to break free from the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King's possession; it was Poseidon who made the move!"

As for why Poseidon knew that Tang Chen was the King of Slaughter, he also figured out the reason.

Sea God's Divine Sense!

That day, the Sea God forcibly bestowed a divine test upon him, which he resisted, and he eventually escaped from Qian Daoliu's grasp.

"What a stingy fellow! No wonder he was chosen by the gods to be Tang San's successor; they're birds of a feather!"

Although the appearance of Seagod Island disrupted his plans, the Spirit Hall still had a great chance of winning.

As long as Dugu Bo remains alive, the two great empires will not be able to cause any significant trouble.

At this moment, Qian Daoliu's eyes flickered slightly, and he slowly spoke, his voice neither humble nor arrogant.

"Poseidon, what brings you to Spirit City with the powerful warriors of Seagod Island?"

Poseidon's gaze was sharp as a blade, and without the slightest pleasantries, he went straight to the heart of the matter.

"I came here for only one person!"

As she spoke, she raised her slender fingers and pointed directly at the sign "No Thieves Under Heaven" in the center of the square.

"As long as you hand this person over to me, Poseidon Island will never interfere in your struggle."

In an instant, all eyes were focused on the thief-free world!

The man remained standing still, a slight smile playing on his lips, as if he had anticipated this moment.

(End of this chapter)