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

Chapter 173 Defeat Like a Landslide, Qian Renxue's Identity Exposed

"It's over. The Fallen Soul Master has lost control, and the combined forces of the three upper sects are outnumbered. Defeat is only a matter of time."

Ning Fengzhi had a clear understanding of the situation and foresaw the outcome, which immediately turned his face ashen.

"Damn the Clear Sky Sect, damn Tang Chen! Why can't you recover and attack the Spirit Hall again? You've caused me so much suffering!"

No one expected that Tang Chen, a level 99 Limit Douluo, would die at the hands of a mere teenager named Tianxia Wuzei.

The Haotian Sect squandered a winning hand, harming not only themselves but also others.

Tang Chen's death caused the balance of power to tilt completely in favor of the Spirit Hall.

This battlefield is Wuhun City, the headquarters of the Wuhun Hall!

Not many people came from the three upper sects. Apart from the titled Douluo, there was only the fallen soul master that Tang Chen brought out from the City of Slaughter.

The Fallen Soul Masters, who are now the main force, have lost their restraint and have become a disorganized mess.

Even though each of them was a seasoned and desperate outlaw, with the help of the Spirit Hall's Soul Masters, they still could not escape death.

Not to mention their escape to the outskirts of Wuhun City gave Dugu Bo the opportunity to demonstrate his abilities.

Dugu Bo may be the weakest among the Title Douluo, but for those below the Title Douluo level, he is practically a demon.

With his unparalleled poison skills, he might not be able to defeat a force with a titled Douluo, but he could kill his way down to the point where only a titled Douluo remained in that force.

Therefore, no faction wants to be an enemy of Dugu Bo.

The reason they hadn't made a move earlier was mainly because they were wary of the Spirit Masters from the Spirit Hall in Spirit City.

The reason there has been no footage of them is because they were afraid of accidentally harming their own people.

Ning Fengzhi's heart bled as he watched those fallen soul masters die from poison.

It's not that I'm stingy with their lives, but rather that I feel their deaths have no value whatsoever.

He immediately roared in a commanding tone.

"If you want to live, then listen to my orders and stop running around like headless flies!"

Upon hearing this, Ning Fengzhi instantly became the focus of the entire room.

However, after the Fallen Soul Masters discovered his strength, they all burst into laughter.

"Hmph, who do you think you are? A mere Soul Saint, you dare to order me around?!"

"That's right, we will no longer be subject to any restrictions. Whether we survive or not depends on our own abilities."

"You think you can make us risk our lives for you? Dream on! I recognize you, you pathetic wretch from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School! You can't even survive on your own, don't even think about dragging us down with you!"

Fallen Soul Masters are inherently desperate outlaws who believe in the law of the jungle.

If Ning Fengzhi could subdue them with his strength, perhaps they would obey his orders to some extent.

But things went counterproductive.

Ning Fengzhi was merely a Soul Saint, and one without any offensive capabilities at that.

How could such a person possibly control this group of desperados?

Now that Tang Chen has fallen, these fallen soul masters will no longer be content to be subservient to others and obey their orders.

Upon hearing these words, Ning Fengzhi's hands, which were supporting the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, trembled.

His entire face was as black as the bottom of a pot, radiating a cold aura.

But that was just impotent rage.

As the Fallen Soul Master said, Ning Fengzhi is just a piece of trash who has soul power but no means of self-defense.

Sword Douluo narrowed his eyes in displeasure and slashed across the sky with the Seven Kill Sword.

"laugh!"

The sword energy hummed, and several sword energies, too fast to see clearly, pierced through the air!

In the blink of an eye, several arrogant and depraved Soul Masters were decapitated, their blood gushing out.

The other fallen soul masters remained expressionless upon seeing this.

They never considered themselves to be part of the Upper Three Sects, nor did they think there was anything wrong with the deaths of others.

Because if it's not someone else who dies, it will be yourself.

Ignoring Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo, the Fallen Soul Master continued to insist on breaking through the poison and escaping Martial Soul City.

"Chen Xin, you are arrogant! You dare to be distracted while fighting me!"

Before a crisp shout had even faded, a barrage of streaks of light shot through the air.

The Light Feather Douluo made his move, his target being Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi.

Faced with the streaks of light, Sword Douluo dared not be careless in the slightest.

This is because it is the fifth soul skill of the Light Feather Douluo, Unending Arrival.

This is a lock-on soul skill that allows the fired arrows to lock onto a target and relentlessly pursue it. Only by destroying all these arrows can Ning Fengzhi's safety be ensured.

As both are level 96 titled Douluo, Sword Douluo naturally needs a soul skill to resist Light Feather Douluo's soul skill.

"Fifth Soul Skill, Shaking the Four Directions!"

In an instant, the sword energy surrounding Sword Douluo shot through the air and collided fiercely with those flowing arrows.

Boom boom boom!
Explosions echoed in mid-air, and neither side could gain the upper hand.

Ning Fengzhi still dared not be careless, and thought to himself.

"I've already sent a message to Uncle Bone, hoping he can get here quickly. Otherwise, Uncle Sword and I will be doomed in Wuhun City today."

He was very upset.

I hate myself for choosing the wrong side and getting into a dangerous situation.

Look at Dugu Bo, he's shining brightly now.

Even if he doesn't become a retainer of the Spirit Hall, no one will dare to underestimate him anymore.

Unfortunately, Ning Fengzhi can only remain blacklisted from now on.

Even though the thief doesn't have mind-reading abilities, he can still guess what the thief is thinking at this moment.

"That's what you call a fence-sitter. But this time, I won't let you go so easily. Even if you are Ning Rongrong's father, I will kill you!"

However, with the protection of Sword Douluo Chen Xin, who is at level 96, even if Light Feather Douluo were to take action, he would not be able to defeat him.

Furthermore, with his assistance, Sword Douluo was even able to gain a slight advantage.

"Hmph, it's nothing but a death throes."

The gaze of "No Thief Under Heaven" swept across the battlefield like a sharp blade, finally settling on Xue Qinghe beside Ning Fengzhi.

Their eyes met briefly in the air before they looked away in tacit agreement.

What a hassle...

Xue Qinghe sighed inwardly.

If we act now, wouldn't all the identity we've painstakingly built up over the years be wasted?

But as she surveyed the blood-soaked battlefield and saw the routed allied forces, she suddenly realized that the Heavenly Dou Empire was no longer a threat.

There's no point in continuing to go undercover; it's time to drop this disguise.

"Teacher," he stepped forward slowly, his voice trembling just the right amount, "will we be able to leave this world alive today?"

Ning Fengzhi trusted Xue Qinghe as his disciple and was not wary of his approach.

"Don't worry! I've already sent a message to Uncle Bone. As long as we hold out until he arrives, his Bone Dragon Martial Soul will definitely be enough..."

puff-

The dull thud of a blade piercing flesh interrupted the unfinished conversation.

A long sword gleaming with golden light pierced Ning Fengzhi's chest without warning.

Hot blood dripped down the sword's edge, blooming into dazzling blood flowers on the cracked ground.

Chen Xin, who was defending against the attack of the Light Feather Douluo, suddenly froze.

"Charm?!"

"Cough!" Ning Fengzhi coughed violently, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

He turned his head with difficulty, his pupils reflecting that familiar yet unfamiliar face: "Qing...Qinghe? You..."

This sudden turn of events brought the entire battlefield to a standstill.

Xue Qinghe's lips curled into a cold smile, his voice remaining eerily calm.

"Xue Qinghe? I've been using this name for far too long."

As he spoke, he slowly reached out to his face.

Amidst countless shocked gazes, she slowly raised her hand, her slender fingers gripping the edge of her cheek.

With a soft ripping sound, the face that had been disguised for many years was completely torn off, revealing the shocking true face beneath.

Her long, golden hair cascaded down like a waterfall, shimmering with a holy radiance in the blood-red sunset.

His original gentle and refined youthful temperament has vanished, replaced by a breathtaking nobility and aloofness.

She chuckled softly and began to speak fluently.

"In consideration of the years you have devoted yourself to teaching me, I will mercifully tell you my real name."

"Remember my name—Qian Renxue!"

(End of this chapter)