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

Chapter 234 Destroying the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School
The voice of "No Thieves Under Heaven" was cold and indifferent, as if it came from the deepest hell.

He gave Chenxin and Gurong no chance to breathe; with a slight movement of his fingertips, the killing began.

"First!"

Before the words were finished, a direct disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, who was suspended in the air, reacted.

His body swelled up like a balloon reaching its limit, his mouth wide open but unable to utter a sound.

next second...

"boom!"

With a muffled explosion, his entire body burst apart.

The severed arm, dripping with blood, traced an arc before crashing heavily onto the pile of rubble in front of Chen Xin, its knuckles still twitching slightly.

Broken entrails mixed with brain matter splattered all over the white jade railings beside it; the carvings that once symbolized the sect's glory had now become the most gruesome blood paintings.

"what!"

The remaining disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School were terrified at the sight and screamed and struggled frantically.

But no matter what I did, it was no use. It was as if I was being held by an invisible hand, like a fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.

Tianxia Wuzei glanced at Chenxin and Gurong, who remained motionless in the pit, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

He was playing a cat-and-mouse game, enjoying the thrill of watching his prey struggle in despair.

"The second one!" Another explosion rang out.

The one who exploded this time was a boy of about sixteen years old, who was wearing a jade pendant on his chest, symbolizing an inner disciple.

"Bang bang bang!"

The third, fourth, fifth...

The explosions continued incessantly, like the drumbeats of death, shattering everyone's psychological defenses.

Each explosion was accompanied by the loss of a vibrant life, and the figures in the sky decreased at a visible rate.

The crimson rain of blood fell more and more heavily, washing away the bluestone pavement of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, leaving winding rivers of blood.

It wasn't until the forty-sixth explosion that Chen Xin in the pit finally stirred.

His chest heaved violently; he had just been severely injured by a punch from "No Thief Under Heaven".

What made his blood boil even more was the pleading of those carefully selected disciples.

What do you mean by "willing to follow your lead"? What do you mean by "willing to be your slave"?

These cowardly words lashed at Chen Xin's face like whips.

But when those vivid figures exploded before my eyes, all my resentment turned into heart-wrenching pain.

"cough……"

Chen Xin coughed up a mouthful of blood, gripped the Seven Kill Sword tightly with both hands, and planted the blade into the ground to stabilize himself.

His white hair was stuck to his cheeks with bloodstains, and his once clear eyes were now bloodshot.

His eyes burned with raging anger as he looked at the thieves, yet they were also mixed with a hint of despair.

"A world without thieves!"

He roared to the sky, his voice hoarse but filled with an undeniable determination.

"They are innocent! They were never involved in Feng Zhi's plan, and they were completely unaware of it! You, a powerful figure, ruthlessly killed these defenseless people, don't you feel even a shred of remorse?!"

Upon hearing this, the playful expression on Tianxia Wuzei's face faded, replaced by indifference.

"No. Because they are guilty, they must die."

"crime?"

Chen Xin was suddenly stunned, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

He opened his mouth, but found himself speechless for a moment.

Gu Rong knew his old friend wasn't good with words, so he struggled to get up from the rubble.

Although he was known for his defense, he was ultimately just a level 95 Title Douluo.

That punch from "No Thieves Under Heaven" almost killed him.

But at this moment, Gu Rong disregarded his injuries and roared at the top of his lungs.

"There are no thieves in the world! If you want to kill someone, just say so. Why make up charges? I want to hear what heinous crime they committed that is unforgivable!"

The thief's gaze lingered on the ancient banyan tree's wrinkled face for a moment before he suddenly chuckled softly.

That laughter lacked warmth, containing only an indifferent disdain for all living beings.

"crime?"

He repeated slowly, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"Weakness is a sin. Isn't this the greatest sin in the world?"

These words resounded like a thunderclap over the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Chen Xin and Gu Rong were completely dumbfounded. Weakness is a sin?
What a fallacy!
But upon closer reflection, in the Douluo Continent where the strong prey on the weak, this statement carries a cruel truth.

The remaining disciples were stunned, and their cries for mercy abruptly ceased.

A pretty young girl murmured to herself.

"So our sin... was our weakness..."

Her eyes shifted from fear to emptiness, and finally to a bitter, sorrowful smile.

No more thieves paid attention to their reactions, and slowly clenched his raised right hand.

"Bang bang bang!"

The remaining direct disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School began to explode rhythmically, with each interval perfectly timed, as if playing a symphony of death.

Blood stained the sky red, even the sunlight was refracted into an eerie crimson gold.

Chen Xin trembled all over as he watched this scene.

He wanted to rush forward, but he didn't even have the courage to struggle anymore.

"No Thief Under Heaven" glanced at the two people standing there dumbfounded, then suddenly grew taller.

His figure grew smaller and smaller as he passed through the thick clouds, until the entire Seven Treasures City shrank to the size of a fist in his eyes before he stopped.

"It's time to end this."

He spoke softly, as if applauding the closing act of a play.

With a simple gesture, the weather changed dramatically, and his soul power surged.

The moment the hand was raised and pressed down, a gigantic handprint appeared, obscuring the sky and the sun.

The air within a radius of a thousand miles was sucked out, and the space collapsed inch by inch wherever it passed.

Everyone in Qibao City was in despair, and one of the chubby young masters was stunned.

After a long pause, he finally managed to stammer out a sentence.

"So... this is how the Haotian Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect were destroyed..."

Within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, the branch disciples and visiting guests frantically fled out of the city.

Someone summoned their martial spirit in an attempt to fly, but was directly crushed to the ground by the pressure emanating from the giant handprint, turning into a pile of minced meat.

Someone ventured into the secret passage, only to find the ground trembling violently, and the passage had already collapsed.

Their running seemed so ridiculous in the face of absolute power.

Chenxin and Gurong stood still, without fleeing.

They gazed at the enormous handprint that seemed to blot out the entire world, and a sorrowful smile appeared on their faces.

"Old bones, I never thought our lives would end like this," Chen Xin said softly.

The ancient banyan tree sighed, its leaf-like eyebrows drooping.

"If Feng Zhi had chosen to join the Spirit Hall six months ago, perhaps..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but both of them understood what the other meant.

Unfortunately, there is no if in the world.

The next moment, a colossal handprint that blotted out the sky crashed down!

There was no earth-shattering noise, only deathly silence.

Wherever the giant handprint passed, space seemed to be annihilated.

Qibao City, along with the surrounding mountains and rivers, vanished without a trace, as if erased by an eraser.

The once bustling city site is now just a bottomless pit.

The thief hovered in the air, watching the land that had been completely reduced to nothingness, before slowly withdrawing his hand.

Then, without turning his head, he spoke to those behind him.

"Teacher, what are you doing here? Are you afraid I can't destroy the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School by myself?"

Behind him, Qian Daoliu's figure slowly appeared.

He stared at the large handprint on the ground, his expression complex, and sighed after a long while.

"You little thief, stop now. Are you going to destroy Heaven Dou City and Star Luo City before you're satisfied? There are many people whose crimes don't deserve to die!"

The figure of "No Thief Under Heaven" stirred slightly, as if wanting to say something, but in the end only said calmly.

"Now that the three traitors are dead, I have no intention of explaining right and wrong."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure transformed into a streak of light and vanished into the horizon in an instant.

Only Qian Daoliu was left standing alone in the sky, gazing at the empty distance.

He stood silently in the wind, letting the fierce wind whip his robes around.

(End of this chapter)