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

Chapter 212 Battle Against the Ancient Dragon King, the Power of Others

call out--!
Before he finished speaking, Demon King appeared almost instantly in front of the ancient dragon king's head, his afterimage still lingering.

No one, not even the ancient Dragon King, expected that Wu Zetian would dare to launch an attack.

boom--!
The moment the Overlord Chasing Wind Fist collided with the dragon's head, a deafening roar resounded throughout the universe, and a shockwave visible to the naked eye spread outwards.

Roar--!
The ancient dragon king roared in pain, its head thrown back three thousand meters by the punch, and the scales at the point of impact shattered, scattering black blood everywhere.

"How dare you, ants, harm me!"

The ancient dragon king's furious roar shattered the clouds, and its tail suddenly tore through space.

The thief's pupils contracted, but the dragon's tail was simply too enormous.

Moreover, it is extremely fast and impossible to dodge.

boom--!
With a muffled thud, even though the Demon King had taken a defensive stance, he was still sent flying dozens of miles, crashing through three mountain peaks along the way.

Finally, it came to a stop, heavily embedded in the large pit.

Inside the Demon King's Palace, Wu Zetian suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

However, this injury was not very serious for him, who possessed the right leg bone of the 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor.

What he was worried about were the three treacherous officials.

After all, Demon King is the combined form of the four brothers, so if he is injured, they will also be injured.

"Second brother, third brother, fourth brother, are you all alright?!"

But when the eyes of the three of them fell upon them, they felt a sense of surprise.

"Boss, we're not seriously injured, but how badly are your injuries?"

The three traitors were not lying; they were only affected by the shock but were not seriously harmed.

The man was taken aback, filled with doubt.

"Huh, they're not injured at all? Does that mean I'm the one controlling the Demon King, so I'm the one who suffers all the injuries?"

If this is true, it would actually be better for him.

The fact that they need to combine to become the Demon King indicates that the enemy they are fighting is extremely powerful.

Rather than letting those three traitors get hurt, it's better to let him bear it himself.

After all, with the right leg bone of the 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor, he could still come back to life as long as he didn't die completely at once.

"No Thieves Under Heaven" didn't have time to delve into these matters now, and instructed, "Since there are no problems, then assist me with all your might. Second Brother, it's your turn!"

"No problem, boss."

Although the traitors could not control the Demon King, their own soul power still remained.

His hand rested on Tianxia Wuzei's shoulder, and the unique soul power of the Golden Dart King was continuously transmitted to him.

Boom!

The Demon King instantly rose from the deep pit, golden light flashing.

"Full Power - Thunderous Boomerang!"

The Demon King swung his right leg out, sending tens of thousands of golden darts flying out like a metal storm soaring into the sky.

"what?!"

The ancient dragon king had just recovered when a golden storm was already upon him in his pupils.

Clang, clang, clang!
Its massive head couldn't dodge at all; its raised head was instantly stripped of large swathes of dragon scales, revealing a chilling black aura.

At this moment, the Demon King had already appeared above the head of the Ancient Dragon King.

"It's not over yet! Third brother, help me!"

Before the man could even speak, the shifty-eyed man had already draped his arm over the man's shoulder.

"Boss, let's go!"

Like a traitor, he contributed his soul power without reservation.

"You're guaranteed to win, third brother!"

Before the words "No Thieves Under Heaven" had even finished, the Demon King's right arm transformed into a high-speed spinning drill and fell like a meteor.

"Shark King Turbo Drill!"

The azure drill bit pierced straight into the wound that the Ancient Dragon King had just suffered from the Thunderous Ghost Dart, and the Demon Overlord's entire right arm was smashed into it.

Buzz buzz!

The drill bit spun wildly, bringing out a series of black blood droplets and bits of flesh.

"You ant, how dare you harm me! I will drain your blood and imprison your soul for eternity!"

The ancient Dragon King shook his head frantically in agony, but found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake off the Demon King on his head.

"Hmph, being big is useful? I told you, you're just a bigger sitting duck!"

No sooner had the disdainful voice of "No Thief Under Heaven" fallen than the Demon King's drill and iron fist rapidly clashed, raining down on the dragon's head like a storm.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang! Under the ferocious attacks, the ancient dragon king's head trembled violently, and its dragon scales scattered everywhere.

"Roar--!"

The ancient Dragon King was furious, and his body burst with black light, which actually forced the Demon Overlord King back.

It suddenly opened its enormous maw, which blotted out a dark dragon breath a kilometer in diameter, shooting straight into the sky.

With a cold laugh, the Demon King vanished from his spot just as he was about to be struck by the Dark Dragon Breath.

In the next instant, Demon King appeared at the lower jaw of the ancient dragon king's head, thanks to the wind seal he had just left behind.

"Exploding Fire Dragon Fist!"

Demon King delivered an uppercut to the Ancient Dragon King's jaw.

The ancient dragon king, who was breathing dragon breath, suddenly closed his mouth, and the dark dragon breath exploded in his mouth instantly.

"call!"

The ancient dragon king screamed, and black mist leaked out from his closed mouth.

Suddenly, Wu Zetian grinned maliciously and reappeared above the Ancient Dragon King using the Wind Seal.

"It's not over yet! Fourth brother, it's your turn!"

"We've been ready all along! Boss, cut it down!"

The same goes for the thief with shifty eyes; he transferred all his soul power to the thief-free world.

The Demon King conjured a Fiery Cloud Blade out of thin air in his left hand and raised it towards the sky.

Boom!

In an instant, thunder roared, and bolts of lightning as thick as buckets struck the Fiery Cloud Blade.

"Flying Blade Rock-Splitting Slash!"

The Demon King unleashed a fierce slash, the immense lightning blade energy tearing through the air and plunging downwards.

The ancient dragon king had just come to his senses and, sensing the presence of death, abruptly turned his head to the side.

But its size is too large, and now it has become a burden.

Stab it--!
The immense, lightning-infused blade of energy was incredibly sharp, slicing into the head of the ancient dragon king as easily as cutting tofu.

Finally, they pierced straight through the massive dragon head and severed a small portion of it off.

Roar--!
The ancient dragon king was in great pain. He opened his mouth and his huge body twisted wildly in the air, as if he wanted to crush the sky.

With the help of the Wind Domain, Wu Zetian controlled the Demon Overlord to easily evade within the massive dragon body.

He did not stop even as he watched the ancient dragon king struggling in pain.

The Demon King slowly raised his arms, and then the voice of "No Thief Under Heaven" carrying soul power rang out.

"Fellow citizens of the Spirit Empire, I am Pope Tianxia Wuzei. A formidable enemy looms before me, and I need your assistance. Raise your hands and grant me your power!"

The Douluo Continent isn't actually that big, but the voice, amplified by soul power, quickly spread throughout the entire continent.

The people of the Martial Soul Empire were shocked to hear that it was the Pope, who was known as "The World Without Thieves."

"It's His Holiness the Pope's voice! He actually needs our help!"

"Since His Holiness the Pope needs our help, how can we, as citizens of the Spirit Empire, not help him!"

"That's right, it's just raising your hand, there's nothing to lose! If it weren't for His Holiness the Pope, we would still be oppressed by the nobles of the two great empires!"

In an instant, the Soul Masters and civilians of the Spirit Empire responded, raising their hands in unison.

In an instant, tiny white particles of light flew out from the people who had raised their hands.

The countless particles of light flew orderly toward the eastern battlefield, like a Milky Way stretching across the sky.

Wuhun City.

Poseidon was shocked by what she saw.

"This power is even stronger than the power of faith! How did a mere mortal like Tianxia Wuzei manage to do this?!"

She tried to stop them, but found she couldn't do anything.

"That little thief... he actually managed to use everyone's power?!"

Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile Douluo were shocked. The mystery of "No Thief Under Heaven" remained a mystery to them.

However, the two did not delve into the matter further and chose to raise their hands.

The next moment, even larger particles of light floated out from them, but they did not cause them any harm.

"This is all we can do right now, little thief, you'd better stay alive!"

On the eastern battlefield, countless particles of light converged into a sphere above the raised hands of the Demon King.

"Spirit Bomb!"

(End of this chapter)