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

Chapter 10 Bibi Dong's Strength
"Insolence! I am the Pope!"

A large black handprint flew out of the Papal Palace, tearing away the air in its path.

boom!
Two giant handprints, one red and one black, collided violently in mid-air, just like two stars colliding and unleashing a power powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks.

For a moment, the Spirit Hall Academy was filled with black and red, so bright that it was hard to open one's eyes.

The terrifying aftershocks of soul power spread wildly in all directions from the point of impact.

Wherever it passed, spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the academy's sturdy walls, and granite on the ground was blown away.

"So powerful!" Tianxia Wuzei quickly retreated in front of the three traitors and used his meager soul power to withstand the aftershocks.

Upon seeing this, the Lion Douluo, who was supporting himself with his arms, immediately diverted a portion of his soul power to protect the four brothers.

However, this action did not escape the eyes of the person in the Papal Palace, who snorted coldly.

"Humph!"

With a powerful push from the black handprint, Lion Douluo staggered back three steps.

Then the soul power of the two palms dissipated, and the world returned to calm.

Lion Douluo's expression turned solemn, and he thought to himself, "Hiss, this madwoman's strength is actually so formidable!"

He was extremely surprised.

Pope Bibi Dong, who usually keeps a low profile, is actually stronger than him, a level 97 Super Douluo.

Compared to Lion Douluo's surprise, Wu Zetian was quite calm.

As a time traveler, he already had a good understanding of Bibi Dong's strength.

"Although she has already undergone the divine test of the Rakshasa God and cannot exert her full strength at this time, the strength she can exert is by no means weaker than that of the Lion Douluo."

"However, as long as she doesn't become a god, and Qian Daoliu is always one step ahead of her, she won't be able to kill me, and I'll still have enough time to develop."

Thinking of this, Tianxia Wuzei secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but there was still some worry in his heart.

First, there was the strength of the potential enemy, and then there was his own weak strength.

He looked at his hands and sighed, "Although I have all the combat experience of the 'No Thieves Under Heaven,' my use of the Overlord Chasing Wind Fist is still not perfect."

Both yesterday and today, using Overlord Chasing Wind wasted too much unnecessary soul power.

It consumed seventy to eighty percent of the soul power in his body with just one use.

This contradicts the original intention of creating one's own soul skill.

After all, the self-created soul skills in Douluo Continent are highly adapted to the soul master himself, and can finely adjust the output of soul power.

Therefore, the consumption of soul power can be reduced.

But now his Overlord Chasing Wind Fist has put the cart before the horse.

Although its power is considerable, comparable to the soul skills granted by a thousand-year soul ring, its energy consumption is greater than that of a thousand-year soul skill.

"It's still a bit lacking in the end; we need to study it carefully."

Overlord Chasing Wind Fist is the ultimate move of Explosive King, and No Thief Under Heaven would never give it up.

No matter how difficult it is, he will keep going.

When I've mastered the Overlord Chasing Wind Fist into a basic attack, who will dare to challenge me then!
The moment the martial spirit was dispelled, a feeling of weakness washed over him.

"Brother, are you okay?"

With shifty eyes and red-rimmed brows, he helped up the "No Thieves Under Heaven" (a local deity).

The Thief Under Heaven patted his dog's head, then looked up at Lion Douluo and said, "Fourth Brother, take me and my brothers back to the dormitory."

Lion Douluo nodded solemnly. Knowing Bibi Dong's strength, he knew he had to protect Tianxia Wuzei even more diligently.

He swept up the four brothers of "No Thieves Under Heaven" and, instead of returning to their dormitory, took them directly back to the Hall of Worship.

Meanwhile, the atmosphere inside the Papal Palace was terrifyingly heavy.

Yan collapsed to his knees, trembling violently, as if he were in an ancient ice cave.

Ghost and Moon Guard stood silently to the side, heads bowed, not daring to utter a sound.

The only sound inside the hall was the suppressed urge to swallow.

Bibi Dong coldly swept her gaze over Yan on the ground, her fingers tapping lightly on the armrest, each sound making Yan's heart tremble. Only Yan's martial spirit trembled, his lips opening and closing silently, like a fish out of water, futilely trying to explain himself.

However, he couldn't even pronounce a single complete syllable.

However, Bibi Dong did not blame him, but she did not expect Qian Daoliu to attach so much importance to the "No Thieves Under Heaven" policy.

"It seems that Qian Daoliu really wants to cultivate a thief-free world, even sending the Four Elders to protect him!"

Bibi Dong felt helpless, realizing she had greatly underestimated Qian Daoliu's importance to the "No Thieves Under Heaven" policy.

Now that she has demonstrated her formidable strength, Lion Douluo will certainly be on guard, making it even more difficult for him to continue his attack.

However, Bibi Dong did not lose her composure because of the "No Thieves Under Heaven" incident; she smiled.

"Qian Daoliu, do you think you can shake my foundation by taking on a disciple? Wait until the Divine Trial is complete..."

She stopped hesitating and gave the order to Yan, who was kneeling.

"I'll let you go this time. Go back and tell Xie Yue and Nana to train hard and make sure they crush Tianxia Wuzei and his gang. If they can't do that, then you have no reason to exist."

"Thank you, Your Holiness. I will take him away now."

Before Yan could speak, Yue Guan, as his master, answered for him.

Bibi Dong waved her hand and said, "I'm tired, you can all leave."

"Yes, His Majesty the Pope."

Yue Guan, Gui Mei, and Yan quickly retreated, leaving only Bibi Dong in the Papal Palace.

She closed her eyes slightly, her fingers still rhythmically tapping the armrest; no one knew what she was thinking at that moment.

Yan stumbled out of the Papal Palace. The blinding sunlight shone on him, but it couldn't dispel the bone-chilling cold.

His robes were already soaked with cold sweat, clinging to his skin and outlining his trembling figure.

Sweat dripped from his hair, leaving dark dots on the bluestone floor, just like his shattered courage at that moment.

His face was deathly pale, even his lips had lost all color, making him look like a walking corpse that had just crawled out of the River Styx.

Looking at his disciple who had almost died, Yue Guan felt a mix of emotions.

He patted Yan's shoulder gently and comforted him, "Go back and cultivate diligently. Don't let your personal feelings get in the way. If you disappoint His Holiness the Pope again, I won't be able to protect you anymore."

Yan nodded blankly and walked towards the dormitory like a walking corpse.

At the same time, the seven main deities in the offering hall gathered together.

"Fourth brother, is there something important you want to discuss with us?"

An elderly man dressed in a gold and silver embroidered robe, with white hair and beard, spoke in a low voice.

He was none other than the second elder of the Spirit Hall, the level 98 Golden Crocodile Douluo.

Upon hearing this, the other retainers stared intently at Lion Douluo.

Lion Douluo got straight to the point; it was no secret that he had just exchanged blows with Bibi Dong.

Then, the worshippers engaged in a heated discussion.

Meanwhile, in a four-person dormitory in the Hall of Offerings, Tianxia Wuzei suddenly coughed up a mouthful of black blood.

"Brother, are you alright?" The three traitors panicked.

"It's nothing, just some bruising. You'll be fine after a few days of rest," Tianxia Wuzei waved his hand, reassuring her.

Hearing this, the three traitors felt very uncomfortable.

Although the boss often beats them up, it's because he genuinely cares about them.

They have now awakened their martial souls and possess considerable innate soul power, yet they still haven't been able to stand by their leader's side.

The three exchanged glances, each seeing determination in the other's eyes.

Without resting, he immediately sat cross-legged on the bed and began meditating and practicing.

No Thief Under Heaven nodded in satisfaction, and while they weren't looking, he spat out the blood packet in his mouth.

"Hehe, if I don't give you guys some strong medicine, you might not be willing to cultivate diligently. After this trick, let's see who dares not to cultivate seriously!"

(End of this chapter)