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

Chapter 169 The Great Handprint of Ten Thousand Self

Beneath the blood-red sky, the Great Sumeru Hammer descended like divine punishment.

The hammer was wreathed in tangible killing intent, and each downward strike caused the space to groan in agony from the unbearable pressure.

The entire sky seemed to be bent under the weight of this hammer blow, and the clouds scattered and shattered like broken glass.

Meanwhile, the Demon King's Overlord Chasing Wind Fist - Myriad Self, with thousands of phantom images rolling back like a galaxy.

Each phantom image soared into the sky with a unique fist intent, whether fierce, cunning, or domineering.

When these phantoms struck the crimson giant hammer, the resulting energy ripples shattered the clouds within a kilometer radius in mid-air.

"Boy, stop your futile resistance. Great Sumeru Hammer, suppress everything!"

Tang Chen grinned maliciously as he channeled his soul power, and the blood patterns on the Great Sumeru Hammer suddenly came to life, becoming even more powerful.

"In the face of absolute power, fancy techniques are nothing but a death throes!"

In an instant, the thousands of fist shadows were forced to retreat in defeat.

Wherever the Great Sumeru Hammer passed, a black rift was torn open across the sky, as if even the laws of heaven and earth had to submit to this hammer blow.

The thief's pupils reflected the ever-growing blood-red hammer shadow, showing no fear whatsoever.

"Old man, I told you your era is over! Watch me break your proud Haotian Sect's ultimate technique! Unleash your power, your inner universe!"

Before the words were finished, the scattered phantoms of the Demon King suddenly converged, forming a phantom that was a hundred feet tall.

"Exploding Dragon Fist!"

When the phantom's left fist pulled back, the entire space distorted.

The moment the punch was thrown, a dark red energy dragon roared out from the fist.

The dragon's roar shattered the glass within a ten-mile radius, and every scale on its body was clearly visible, burning with flames powerful enough to incinerate the entire world.

boom!
The crimson giant hammer and the raging dragon collided in mid-air, and the resulting light dimmed the sun and moon.

The Great Sumeru Hammer suddenly stopped pressing down.

Tang Chen was shocked, never expecting that his full-force Great Sumeru Hammer attack would actually be blocked.

Not only him, but also Qian Daoliu and Poseidon were shocked.

As three people from the same era, the two were well aware of the terror of Tang Chen's Great Sumeru Hammer.

"It seems I underestimated my disciple!"

Qian Daoliu originally wanted to help Tang Chen when he used the Great Sumeru Hammer, but he was entangled by Poseidon.

However, the performance of "No Thieves Under Heaven" exceeded his expectations.

Poseidon was shocked. He had thought that if Tang Chen made a move, the thief would surely die.

Unexpectedly, even after Tang Chen used all his trump cards, he still couldn't defeat Tianxia Wuzei.

People on other battlefields in Wuhun City stopped fighting without prior arrangement, and the sun looked up at the battlefield in the sky.

The three members of Hu Liena's golden generation suffered an unprecedented blow in just six or seven years.

The four brothers who were once looked down upon are now able to fight against powerful enemies at the Title Douluo level, while they have received so much kindness from Bibi Dong, yet they are still only Soul Kings.

Tang San, who had been rescued by Poseidon, clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh without him even realizing it.

"Damn it, Tianxia Wuzei is the same age as me, so why is he so strong? Why?!"

Tang San's eyes were bloodshot, and he was panting heavily, his eyes overflowing with jealousy and murderous intent. He thought viciously to himself.

"Die! All of you die! As long as you are all dead, the future will still be mine!"

Just then, the voice of "No Thief Under Heaven" came from the Demon King.

"Give it to me, blast!"

Before the words were even finished, the dark red dragon that had crashed into the giant Sumeru Hammer suddenly exploded.

With a loud boom, a circular shockwave suddenly spread out.

The murderous aura and clouds in mid-air were instantly torn apart, and the scorching heat made everyone in Wuhun City feel drenched in sweat.

In mid-air, cracks appeared on the Great Sumeru Hammer, which was actually bounced back, and the red light dissipated instantly.

"what?!"

The force of the explosion propelled Tang Chen hundreds of meters higher, making him invisible to the people of Wuhun City. He tore through the ensuing heatwave with his claw, staring intently down below, trying to find that figure.

"What about people?!"

Tang Chen discovered that the phantom image of the Demon King was no longer below.

Seeing this, Poseidon quickly warned, "Tang Chen, be careful, he's above you!"

Poseidon's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone in Wuhun City.

Everyone felt a tremendous shock, experiencing an unprecedented pressure, and looked up in horror at the cloudless sky.

Tang Chen stood in the air, hammer in hand, sensing an aura of death, his eyes filled with an unprecedented solemnity.

"Hmph, I don't believe that a mere Martial Soul Fusion Technique can cause any trouble!"

"Is that so? Then let's see if you dare to take this move!"

The slogan "No Thieves Under Heaven" resounded like a great bell, echoing in the ears of everyone in Wuhun City, sending chills down their spines.

Within the Demon King, Tianxia Wuzei, having activated the soul skill Titan's Wrath, reached an unprecedented level of power.

The three traitors realized that they needed to fully implement the "No Thieves Under Heaven" strategy.

So they no longer hesitated to use their soul power and transferred it all to Tianxia Wuzei.

"Boss, let's show that old Bi Deng the power of the Four Villains!"

"No Thieves Under Heaven" nodded emphatically, the Five-in-One Fusion Technique having reached its peak.

He used the "Ten Thousand Selfs" move to start his Demon King technique, but no longer initiated it with the Overlord Chasing Wind Fist.

However, the momentum at this moment is even more terrifying than the "Overlord Chasing Wind Fist - Ten Thousand Self" move just now.

"The First Form of All Self-Mastery—"

The voice of "No Thieves Under Heaven" was like a divine decree, each syllable causing the space to tremble.

The thousands upon thousands of phantom images of the Demon King suddenly converged together, transforming into a gigantic handprint that blotted out the sky.

The lines on this palm are clearly visible, and each line flows with a dazzling torrent of energy, like a galaxy.

"The Great Handprint of Ten Thousand Me!"

The moment the giant handprint pressed down, the entire sky groaned in unbearable agony.

A colossal hand, obscuring the sky, covered the heavens and the earth; beneath it, Martial Soul City was nothing more than a plaything in the palm of its hand.

The thick sea of ​​clouds was torn apart by the palm wind, turning into wisps of green smoke that dissipated between the fingers.

Just now, Demon King looked like a chick under the Great Sumeru Hammer, but now the roles have reversed.

Tang Chen, who was in the very center of the Great Handprint of Myriad Self, was now like an ant.

Tang Chen faced the giant handprint head-on, and his aura surged once again.

The blood-red nine-headed bat king on its chest cracked, and dark red blood mist gushed out from the cracks.

"Tang Chen, stop!" Poseidon sensed this and warned worriedly, "Your body can't withstand this kind of outburst!"

Tang Chen ignored him; no one knew his physical condition better than him.

However, he continued to unleash his power.

"I, Tang Chen, am not a coward. If I were to avoid the sharp edge of a junior, how could I possibly retrace my invincible path?"

Tang Chen's silver hair danced wildly in the storm of soul power, every strand of hair stained with blood.

His body was covered in spiderweb-like cracks, but his aura was steadily increasing.

Ultimately, his soul power level was fixed at 97.

"Junior, I acknowledge your strength. However, you will still die by my hammer. The Great Sumeru Hammer!"

The crimson Haotian Hammer swelled in the wind, and although it was still not as large as the Wanwo Great Handprint, the killing aura wrapped around the hammer had solidified into a tangible form.

Nine blood dragons spiraled upwards from the hammer handle, each radiating a suffocating pressure.

"Give it to me, broken!"

"No Thief Under Heaven" and Tang Chen roared simultaneously, and the Great Handprint of Ten Thousand Self and the Great Sumeru Hammer clashed violently in mid-air.

(End of this chapter)