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

Chapter 168 Great Sumeru Hammer vs. Overlord Chasing Wind Fist - Wanwo
boom--!
The moment the crimson Haotian Hammer collided with the giant steel fist, the heavens and earth seemed to freeze for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, a violent energy storm suddenly exploded.

A blood-blue energy sphere, a kilometer in diameter, expanded out and enveloped the entire Martial Soul City.

The chaotic flow of soul energy caused towering buildings to collapse under the impact, and rubble fell like rain.

"Buzz!"

After a piercing buzz, two figures shot out backward from the energy sphere.

Tang Chen's blood-red bat wings vibrated wildly, barely managing to steady himself just before he was about to fall to the ground.

Even so, the ground beneath their feet was still cracked inch by inch, with spiderweb-like cracks spreading for dozens of meters.

The Demon King was in an even worse state, his massive mech tumbling several times in the air.

The metal casing sparked dazzlingly as it rubbed against the air before finally managing to stabilize itself.

“This kid…” A hint of surprise flashed in Tang Chen’s eyes.

He never expected that a Martial Soul Fusion Technique composed of a Soul Emperor and three Soul Masters could withstand his Sky-Piercing Strike.

Even though he can only unleash level 95 soul power now, the power of this hammer is enough to make a titled Douluo of the same level avoid his edge!

The film "No Thieves Under Heaven" was equally astonished.

"Tang Chen truly lives up to his title of Peerless Douluo; his control over soul power is simply terrifying. Even if he can only unleash level 95 soul power, it's still far beyond what the likes of Yue Guan and Gui Mei can match!"

He could clearly feel that every bit of Tang Chen's soul power was being used perfectly, without any waste.

Despite having only level 95 soul power, he managed to unleash combat power exceeding level 95!
But neither of them showed any sign of backing down; on the contrary, their fighting spirit only intensified!
"Come again!"

Before he could finish speaking, Demon King and Tang Chen clashed again, and a series of deafening explosions suddenly rang out in the sky.

Invisible waves of air swept outwards, making the entire sky seem to tremble.

boom! boom! boom!
The crimson Haotian Hammer and the giant steel fist clashed repeatedly, each collision distorting space.

The soul masters on the ground with low soul power were blasted by the aftershocks, bleeding from all seven orifices and collapsing in pain.

The battlefield, which had been fiercely fighting, had now fallen eerily quiet.

All eyes were involuntarily drawn to the ultimate showdown in the sky.

Qian Daoliu and Poseidon also stopped fighting in tacit agreement, their gazes fixed intently on the battle.

"This lad has given this old man a pleasant surprise." Qian Daoliu stroked his beard and chuckled. "I wonder if Tang Chen can withstand the onslaught of this steel behemoth now?"

Upon hearing this, Poseidon on the opposite side snorted coldly.

"Qian Daoliu, you underestimate Tang Chen too much. Even if he can only exert the strength of level 95 now, he is by no means someone who can contend with the fusion skill of a Soul Emperor and three Soul Masters!"

The two men each held their own version of events, but their eyes were fixed on the battlefield.

The sky shook, and the space itself seemed to be wailing.

boom--!
After another earth-shattering collision, the two figures finally separated.

Tang Chen's robes were already torn to shreds by the wind blades, and his exposed pale skin was covered with fine bloodstains, with blood gushing out like a spring.

Most strikingly, nine hideous, blood-red bat heads emerged from his chest.

At this moment, several barely perceptible cracks appeared, and the red light it emitted dimmed slightly.

"Cough cough..."

Tang Chen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes growing colder.

He never imagined that he, the mighty Haotian Douluo, would be forced into such a predicament by the Martial Soul Fusion Skill of four little kids.

"With such talent, you've given me yet another reason to kill you. Bullying the weak isn't my style, but you pose too great a threat; you must die!"

Immediately, he slowly activated the soul power hidden deep within himself, and his aura became even sharper.

The Demon King's condition was also not good.

The terrifying power of the Haotian Hammer caused dents in many places on the mecha's shell, and even some parts had their paint chipped off.

If it weren't for the fact that "No Thief Under Heaven" deliberately avoided the heavy blow, the Demon King would probably have suffered even greater damage.

At this moment, the four members of "No Thieves Under Heaven" were also in a bad situation.

They all had to withstand the impact of Tang Chen's attacks penetrating the mechs.

Although the impact was weakened by the time it penetrated, it was still an attack from a Title Douluo. The three traitors had blood trickling from the corners of their mouths, and their auras had diminished considerably.

The same applies to "A World Without Thieves," and it may even have suffered more impact.

Moreover, he also had to control the Demon King, leaving him physically and mentally exhausted.

"Phew, my soul power is being used up too much!" He thought to himself, sensing the state of the Demon King.

Although the Demon King granted him the strength to fight beyond his level, the consumption of his soul power was extremely severe.

If it were just my current soul power, I could only sustain the Demon King for a maximum of ten minutes.

The author is very fortunate that he distributed the Golden Dart King, Sea Shark King, and Demon King martial souls to the three traitors back then.

Otherwise, even if he had five martial souls and could use the martial soul fusion skill Demon King by himself, he wouldn't be able to maintain it for long.

Suddenly, his gaze lingered on the nine blood-red bat heads on Tang Chen's chest.

"That's... the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King?"

In an instant, the thief-free world suddenly realized!
That's it!

Tang Chen didn't actually have level 95 soul power; rather, he had to suppress his soul power to level 95 in order to survive!

The Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King was helping him balance the Asura God Power and his own soul power within his body, so that he could slowly recover his physique and once again reach his peak.

However, this exposed Tang Chen's weaknesses.

At this moment, a bold plan took shape in the mind of "No Thieves Under Heaven".

"In other words, as long as the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King is killed, Tang Chen will die because his body cannot withstand his immense power."

It would be too difficult to defeat Tang Chen head-on, but only by breaking the head of the blood-red nine-headed bat king on his chest could the scales of victory tip.

Just then, Tang Chen spoke coldly.

"Young man, next, I will show you the true secret techniques of the Haotian Sect!"

He raised the Haotian Hammer high, and crimson soul power gathered like a tide.

The blood-red nine-headed bat king's head pattern on the chest lit up with a dazzling red light once again!

Little did they know that due to the erosion of soul power, the pattern had already developed imperceptible cracks from the inside out.

Although Tang Chen had a slight feeling, he believed that he could completely defeat the Demon King in front of him before his body could not withstand it.

He held the hammer in one hand, pointed it at the Demon King in the sky, and shouted: "To die under the ultimate technique of the Haotian Sect is your honor!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Zetian smiled coldly.

"Really? I'm looking forward to it. Let's see if your Clear Sky Sect's ultimate techniques are stronger, or if my self-created soul skill is more powerful!"

Before he finished speaking, the eighteen spirit rings around the Demon King suddenly shone brightly, with the 100,000-year-old red spirit ring in the center, making the sky seem to burn.

Tang Chen sneered, his figure vanishing like a blood-red ghost, and in the next second he was already above the Demon King.

The Domain of the God of Slaughter, appear!
The area within a kilometer radius instantly transformed into a crimson inferno, the air became viscous like blood, and even the light was stained with an ominous dark red.

The crimson Haotian Hammer swelled in the wind, instantly transforming into a hundred-meter-long giant hammer.

The hammer was wreathed in a tangible aura of slaughter, and nine dark red demonic runes writhed as if they were alive.

The entire sky seemed to sink under the weight of this hammer blow, and the clouds twisted and swirled under the terrifying pressure.
"Big Sumeru Hammer!"

As the hammer fell, the space groaned under its own weight.

Black cracks spread along the edge of the hammer, like a shattered mirror.

Looking up, the man in the story knew it was time to fight to the death.

The 100,000-year-old soul ring suddenly lit up.

"Fourth Soul Skill, Titan's Wrath!"

The Demon King adopted an ancient boxing stance, and when he pulled his right fist back, he tore a spiderweb-like spatial rift in the void.

A glint flashed in Tianxia Wuzei's eyes as he threw a punch.

The moment he threw the punch, thousands of afterimages suddenly appeared behind the Demon King, each maintaining a different punching posture.

"Overlord Chasing Wind Fist - Ten Thousand Me!"

(End of this chapter)