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

Chapter 225 Sword Bone's Departure, the Secrets of the Four Brothers?
"Do not!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream echoed across the battlefield. Tianxia Wuzei's eyes were bloodshot, and the muscles on his face were contorted with extreme pain.

He had never lost his composure like this before.

The man, who was calm and collected even in the face of death, was now like a helpless child.

Dragging his battered body, Tianxia Wuzei kicked off with his right leg and shot off like an arrow towards the direction where the three had fallen.

The wind domain was fully activated in an attempt to catch the three falling people.

However, due to excessive energy expenditure, they were a step too slow.

puff!puff!puff!
Three dull thuds struck the heart of "No Thieves Under Heaven" like heavy hammer blows.

The three—the traitor, the man who recognized the enemy as his father, and the man with shifty eyes—lay like broken rag dolls in a pool of blood.

Their bodies were almost completely torn apart, blood kept spilling from the corners of their mouths, and the breath of life was rapidly slipping away.

"The Seal of the Wind!"

With trembling hands, Tianxia Wuzei frantically channeled his soul power.

A pale blue wind mark lit up beneath the three of them, carefully gathering them together and bringing them before them.

When he saw the three people's miserable state, hot tears welled up in his eyes.

"Why...why are you all so foolish..."

The voice of "No Thieves Under Heaven" was so hoarse that every word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat.

"You don't need to do anything, just stand at the back... and you can survive..."

In mid-air, the people of the Martial Soul Empire felt very uncomfortable seeing the state of the world without thieves.

"Little thief..."

The Lion Douluo clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles cracking from the excessive force.

This usually bold and magnanimous titled Douluo was now trembling all over, and his lion-like eyes, like copper bells, were bloodshot.

He knew better than anyone what a strong man Tianxia Wuzei was.

I never imagined he would show such a devastated expression.

The other elders of the Hall of Offerings were also heartbroken; they never expected to see such an expression on the face of the "No Thief Under Heaven."

Qian Renxue keenly sensed the unusual atmosphere.

Although she had never been close to Tianxia Wuzei, seeing the ashen faces of the other worshippers, the intelligent woman immediately understood what was going on.

"grandfather……"

She was about to speak when she looked up and froze.

Qian Daoliu stood at the forefront, the phantom of the six-winged angel trembling violently behind him.

The Limit Douluo at the peak of level 99 had a terrifyingly gloomy expression.

The veins on his hand, gripping the sword, bulged from excessive force, and even the holy sword hummed under the strain in his palm.

Even more alarming was that the body, which had always been as steady as a mountain, was now trembling slightly, like a volcano about to erupt.

Qian Renxue's pupils shrank sharply; she had never seen her grandfather so distraught.

Even when facing both Poseidon and Tang Chen at the same time six months ago, he remained calm.

Now, that murderous aura, which had almost solidified into a tangible form, had actually frozen the surrounding air!
On the edge of the eastern battlefield, two figures, one in black and one in white, supported each other.

They are the two Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

Bone Douluo Gu Rong had half his body stained with blood, and his usually cold face was now filled with fear.

He gripped Sword Douluo's arm tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

"Old Swordsman, it's time to go!"

Under the current circumstances, it is impossible to kill Tianxia Wuzei to avenge Ning Fengzhi.

"Well, we should go."

Sword Douluo unusually did not refute.

This swordsman, who was known for his unyielding spirit, looked at Qian Daoliu, whose murderous aura soared into the distance, and a rare hint of dejection flashed in his eyes.

He knew better than anyone that when that peerless Douluo truly became enraged, the outcome of the war was already decided.

The Martial Soul Empire is now unstoppable.

It's only a matter of time before Poseidon Island and its allied forces are defeated.

Moreover, after this battle, the Spirit Empire will inevitably purge all hostile forces.

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School... cannot be without an heir." Sword Douluo's hoarse voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

These words weighed heavily, causing his once-straight back to hunch slightly.

Bone Douluo was taken aback upon hearing this, then revealed a bitter smile. Years of sharing life and death had already forged a deep understanding between them.

Without further ado, the phantom of the bone dragon suddenly bloomed, and a dark spatial rift slowly opened in front of the two of them.

"Want to leave?!"

Yue Guan and Gui Mei shouted simultaneously, but they were ultimately a step too late.

As the two figures disappeared into the void, Sword Douluo took one last look at the devastated battlefield, his gaze filled with complex emotions.

There was guilt, resentment, and above all, a deep sense of powerlessness.

This scene completely ignited the Spirit Empire's vigilance.

Countless cold gazes locked onto the people of Haotian Sect and Seagod Island like sharp arrows, sealing off all escape routes.

"Damn it! Those two cowards, Chenxin and Gurong!"

The elders of the Haotian Sect bristled with anger, their forehead veins bulging as they unleashed a torrent of curses.

But anyone could hear the deep-seated fear hidden beneath that anger.

The other Haotian disciples were even more ashen-faced, and some even began to tremble uncontrollably.

Did they not want to escape?
They were just one step too slow, and then the chance was gone forever.

But it's normal.

Because the essence of human nature is to seek advantage and avoid harm, anger often stems from failing to seize the initiative.

Ironically, the people on Poseidon Island appeared unusually calm.

Poseidon stood still on the crest of the wave, her long, sea-blue hair fluttering gently in the wind.

That composure wasn't feigned; it stemmed from absolute confidence in one's own abilities.

Even when faced with Qian Daoliu's overwhelming killing intent, she was confident that she could ensure the safe departure of the Seven Sacred Pillars of Seagod Island.

The same applies to Bibi Dong.

She watched all of this with a cold eye, a mocking smile playing on her lips.

"I want to witness that little beast's pain at losing his family with my own eyes, and if I get the chance, I'll kill him!"

Bibi Dong was well aware that she was no match for Qian Daoliu at the moment.

But if she wants to leave, no one in this world can stop her!

Qian Daoliu naturally understood Bibi Dong's thoughts.

But it is indeed as she said.

He could defeat her, but not kill her.

Moreover, Qian Daoliu is not in a hurry to make a big move, giving Tianxia Wuzei some time to buffer.

Looking at the four figures on the ground, he sighed.

"I hope you can pull through! It's my fault for not protecting you, but I will personally seek justice for you four brothers!"

On the ground, the sound of "No Thieves Under Heaven" gave the three a brief moment of lucidity.

The traitor struggled to open his swollen eyes, a hideous smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Boss, this time we finally... protected you for once..."

He coughed up blood, barely breathing, after mistaking a thief for his father.

"I've been a burden my whole life, but this time... I'm finally acting like a real... brother..."

The shifty-eyed man's fingers twitched slightly, as if he wanted to wipe away the tears on Tianxia Wuzei's face, but he didn't even have the strength to lift his hand.

"Don't cry, boss...we don't regret it..."

The man bit his lip hard, blood dripping down his chin.

After being transported to this world, it was these three lively characters who allowed him to experience the long-lost warmth of family.

He had vowed to protect them and ensure they lived a carefree life forever.

But now...

"Protecting you is my responsibility. What kind of hero are you trying to be in front of me..."

The voice of "No Thieves Under Heaven" choked with emotion. He tightly grasped the three people's gradually cooling hands, as if he could hold onto their fading lives.

But the warmth in my palm is slowly disappearing.

"Ahem, boss, we all know... everything we have is a gift from you..."

The traitor suddenly grinned.

“Among them… is the Martial Soul… If it weren’t for that, the three of us wouldn’t even be qualified to stay by your side.”

(End of this chapter)