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

Chapter 230 The Destruction of the Haotian Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect
Haotian Sect, main hall.

The elder, who was at the Contra level, was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, pacing back and forth and speaking recklessly.

"Weren't the sect leader and elders supposed to be hunting down the Pope of the Spirit Empire? Why haven't we heard anything from them yet?"

"Could we have failed? That shouldn't be the case! Even if we failed, with the strength of our Haotian Sect, escaping should be more than enough!"

"Not necessarily! Didn't you see the terrifying aura emanating from that battlefield several times? Even a Title Douluo would perish from that kind of aura!"

These Haotian Sect elders all had gloomy faces, and a bad premonition was vaguely in their hearts.

"boom!"

On the main seat in the main hall, an elderly man of extremely high seniority, his hair and beard bristling, suddenly slammed his hand on the table!
"Outrageous! Do you think this is a vegetable market? Spreading pessimistic opinions, do you want to destroy the Haotian Sect?!"

The crowd fell silent instantly at the shout.

Although they were stronger than the old man in front of them, the Haotian Sect was a sect that valued seniority.

Unless one is strong enough to break the rules, one must obey the sect's arrangements.

Another elderly man of similar age stepped forward, his face filled with worry.

"Brother, it's not that we want to say it this way, but don't you think the sect leader and elders have been away for too long this time?"

The old man in the main seat also frowned; he was well aware that the people from the Haotian Sect had been gone for far too long.

But in order to stabilize morale, he had to stop these remarks.

"Hmph, when it comes to besieging and killing the Pope of the Spirit Empire, we naturally need to be cautious. What if it takes a little longer? It will only increase the success rate of the siege!"

He spoke eloquently, as if he had witnessed the process firsthand.

"Once we eliminate the Pope of the Spirit Empire, the morale of our allied forces will soar. Don't forget that the three upper sects are closely allied; for many Title Douluos, killing a Soul Saint is a piece of cake!"

Everyone nodded after hearing this.

In the past six months, their strength has increased dramatically thanks to the evil cultivation methods that Tang Chen brought from the City of Slaughter.

Although I haven't reached the point of being arrogant and disdainful of everyone, I'm not far from that level.

"That's right, our Haotian Sect is the strongest!"

Seeing the group regain their fighting spirit, the old man breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's hope so! Now, apart from Yuehua, all the disciples of the Clear Sky Sect have returned to the sect. Even if the Spirit Empire attacks, we can still hold out for a while!"

He wasn't really sure himself, and only hoped that Tang Xiao and the others could come back alive.

The others in the Haotian Sect were unaware of these things and continued living their lives as usual.

Little did they know that at that moment, a figure was coldly watching the Haotian Sect from thousands of feet in the sky.

"There are quite a few people. It seems that most of the disciples of the Haotian Sect who are away have been recalled."

The man with the surname "Tianxia Wuzei" had a cold, iron-like face and spoke without any emotion.

"That's good, saves me the trouble of looking for them one by one. The whole family is together, I'm so kind!"

If it weren't for his icy tone, people would really think he was doing a good deed!

hum!
Suddenly, the soul power around Tianxia Wuzei surged dramatically.

The shockwave exploded outwards from the body, instantly tearing a huge hole in the clouds.

As he slowly raised his hand, the soul power of heaven and earth gathered wildly.

In an instant, a giant handprint took shape in the void.

The handprint was as large as a mountain, and the distinct outline of its fingers exuded a suffocating pressure.

"Die!"

The thief pressed down with his palm, distorting even the light in his path into eerie arcs.

Wherever it passed, the clouds were crushed into dust, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared in the space.

Inside the Haotian Sect, whether it was the disciples practicing in the training ground or the elders discussing matters in the main hall, everyone looked up at the same time.

In an instant, thousands of gazes were simultaneously drawn to the strange phenomenon overhead.

When they saw the overwhelming palm print, some people froze, their hammers clattering to the ground, while others staggered backward, their legs going weak uncontrollably.

"Is this...is this divine retribution?!" one of them exclaimed, his face ashen.

Before anyone in the Haotian Sect could react, a colossal handprint that blotted out the sky slammed down on the sect.

Boom! A deafening roar shook the entire world, and the earth trembled violently.

Smoke and dust billowed into the sky like a mushroom cloud, obscuring the heavens.

Once the wind subsided and the dust settled, from a high vantage point, the once beautiful and fertile Haotian Sect had been reduced to a charred ruin.

Only the enormous, bottomless handprint on the ground, like a hideous scar, tells the story of that earth-shattering attack.

"No Thieves Under Heaven" remained expressionless, as if he had swatted a fly and it was insignificant.

"Next up, Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan!"

Before he finished speaking, his figure had already disappeared from the spot.

Not long after, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was also annihilated by a giant handprint that descended from the sky.

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of the Haotian Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, people from the two great empires clearly witnessed this scene.

Without the slightest hesitation, the news of the destruction of the Haotian Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect was transmitted through the soul tool.

Some powerful nobles in the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire received the news immediately.

News of the two annihilations spread like wildfire.

In a tavern in Qibao City, Tiandou Empire.

On the second floor of the tavern, a blue-haired noblewoman was sipping wine.

Her features were exquisite, her wrists as white as snow, as she gently sipped the wine in her cup.

But he seemed distracted and preoccupied.

"Why is there still no news from my elder brother? Didn't we agree that I should come to Qibao City ahead of schedule to plan for the Qibao Glazed Tile School?"

This woman was none other than Tang Yuehua.

Before the massacre of Tianxia Wuzei, she was entrusted by Tang Xiao to come to Qibao City to plan for the wealth of the Qibao Glazed Tile School.

Since the Haotian Sect also wants to become the number one sect in the world, obtaining resources from the most prosperous Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is naturally the best option.

Unexpectedly, before even defeating the Spirit Empire, the Clear Sky Sect was already preparing to betray its ally.

Unfortunately, it didn't have that capability!

Just as Tang Yuehua was waiting for orders and didn't know what to do, several noblemen at the next table started discussing.

She overheard the words "Haotian Sect" and curiously pricked up her ears to eavesdrop.

"Have you heard? The Haotian Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect have been destroyed!" A chubby young master whispered.

Another young master, who resembled a monkey, was surprised.

"What? Who did this? Could it be the Spirit Empire?!"

"No! It's said that they were annihilated by a giant handprint that fell from the clouds. If you look down at the ruins of the two sects from high above, you can still see the outline of the handprint!"

"One...one palm strike?! Could it be that the gods have become enraged?!"

"I don't know. Anyway, neither of the two groups survived, and the ruins have even become a forbidden zone where no one can live!"

The chubby young man spoke with a lingering sense of fear, as if he had witnessed the spectacle firsthand.

Tang Yuehua, who was standing nearby, listened to the conversation of the group in a daze, and then slammed the wine glass in her hand onto the table with a clatter.

Then, like a shrew, she slammed her hand on the table and stood up abruptly.

"What nonsense are you spouting, you fatso! How could the Haotian Sect, so powerful, be destroyed! If you keep talking nonsense, I'll tear your mouth apart!"

The young men were startled by the sudden roar and immediately expressed their disgust.

"I thought she was a beauty, but she turned out to be a crazy woman. What bad luck!"

Although those young masters said such things, seeing that Tang Yuehua was dressed in aristocratic attire, they dared not say anything and quickly left the second floor.

Tang Yuehua was left alone on the second floor, lost in thought.

"Impossible! The Clear Sky Sect cannot be destroyed. Even if my elder brother took all the titled Douluo elders with him, the Clear Sky Sect absolutely cannot be destroyed!"

Just then, a loud shout came from the sky above Qibao City, attracting the attention of thousands.

"Dust Heart Ancient Banyan, come out and face your death!"

(End of this chapter)