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

Chapter 100: A Hundred Victories, The Road to Hell Begins

Pope's Palace.

The flames from the gilded candlestick flickered in Bibi Dong's eyes. With her back to Yue Guan, Bibi Dong unconsciously stroked the gem at the top of the scepter with her fingertips.

"Step down!" Her voice was calm, revealing neither joy nor anger.

As someone who served Bibi Dong closely, Yue Guan didn't press the matter. She respectfully retreated outside the hall, leaving herself alone inside.

As the echoes of the palace doors closing faded, a rapid, pounding heartbeat suddenly filled the empty hall.

"Xiao Gang..."

Bibi Dong's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and ripples appeared in her usually icy eyes.

It's astonishing that the Pope, who is usually seen as cold and ruthless by outsiders, could have this side to him.

"boom!"

Suddenly, the scepter in her hand slammed into the hard floor, shattering the square tiles.

"Those ants dared to bully Xiaogang, you deserve to die!"

Bibi Dong recalled the scene Yue Guan reported, and a dangerous smile appeared on her lips.

That was all; the temperature in the entire Papal Palace suddenly dropped.

She quickly arranged for the unconscious Yu Xiaogang to be placed on the outskirts of Wuhun City, and at the same time, she took action herself.

She is determined to make those who have bullied Yu Xiaogang pay the price!

In the works of a certain author, many women are love-obsessed, and Bibi Dong is one of them.

Even though he was already the Pope of the Spirit Hall and a powerful Title Douluo, he still couldn't forget a level 29 Great Soul Master in his forties or fifties!

It was a dark and windy night.

In a dilapidated wooden house on the outskirts of Wuhun City.

"Damn Wang Gang! How dare he lay a hand on me!"

Yu Xiaogang, who didn't wake up until evening, clutched the papal decree with a ferocious expression, his anger barely contained.

"Wait until tomorrow, I will make you pay! I have the Pope's decree, which makes me an elder of the Spirit Hall. How dare you, a mere patrol captain, lay a hand on me!"

Just as he was gripped by impotent rage, a strange noise came from outside the cabin.

"Pah, pah, pah!"

Two muffled thuds, like the sound of something soft and flimsy falling down.

Yu Xiaogang became alert and quickly summoned Luo Sanpao.

Although this place is on the outskirts of Wuhun City, it is not without danger.

"I'd like to see who dares to lay a hand on me, who possesses the Pope's decree, outside of Wuhun City!"

He flung open the door, his eyes scanning the source of the sound with lightning speed. His pupils shrank to pinpoints, his face filled with horror.

Under the moonlight, more than ten corpses were neatly arranged, and he recognized every pale face.

"Aren't these Wang Gang's men? They're dead here?!"

Yu Xiaogang was so shocked that his legs trembled, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

He didn't want to be accused of murdering the Spirit Hall patrol team!
With his strength as a level 29 Great Soul Master, facing the behemoth that is the Spirit Hall is like an ant trying to shake a tree!

"They're framing me! Someone's trying to frame me!" He turned to leave, determined to escape. "I absolutely cannot take the blame for this, or I'll die!"

Just as he was about to flee, a familiar fragrance suddenly wafted on the night breeze.

"Xiao Gang!"

A purple shadow descended from the sky, and two bloodied and mangled bodies lost their buoyancy and landed haphazardly on the ground.

The newcomer wore a purple dress and held a scepter, exuding a unique charm of a young married woman.

Indeed, Pope Bibidon.

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Yu Xiaogang looked up, his voice trembling.

"Dong... Dong'er, is that you?!"

His voice caught in his throat as he looked at the woman before him, a woman who was both familiar and unfamiliar.

Before he could react, Bibi Dong took a step forward, her blood-stained skirt sweeping across the corpses on the ground, yet she moved with the elegance of stepping on rose petals.

She reached out and touched Yu Xiaogang's pale face, her fingertips still stained with blood.

"Xiaogang, those who bullied you," she chuckled, "I've taken care of them. With me here, no one can bully you!"

Seeing that Bibi Dong was still infatuated, Yu Xiaogang finally felt relieved.

Fortunately, she felt indebted to me back then, otherwise she wouldn't have come looking for me today.

As long as she helps, the affair with the mistress will become a minor issue.

Perhaps this opportunity could be used to get her to deal with the Spirit Hall's Holy Son, Tianxia Wuzei, thus clearing obstacles for Xiaosan! Bibi Dong was more relaxed than ever before at this moment.

In recent years, the emergence of "A World Without Thieves" has made her more withdrawn and increasingly dependent on Yu Xiaogang.

There's no way around it; that's just how love-struck people are.

Although Bibi Dong and Yu Xiaogang did not do anything outrageous, they have already affected the dignity of the Spirit Hall.

Bibi Dong's act of sneaking out of the Papal Palace at night was noticed by the temple's priests.

Inside the offering hall, Golden Crocodile Douluo's eyes flashed with a sharp light.

"What a slut! Great Venerable One, do I need to personally eliminate this pair of adulterers?!"

As Qian Renxue's second grandfather, he naturally couldn't ignore such a matter.

However, Qian Daoliu's reaction was calm, as if he had expected it.

"Let her be. Send the video of her meeting with that good-for-nothing to Xue'er, so she can see what kind of slut Bibi Dong really is."

He wanted to use this opportunity to completely sever ties between Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong.

In this way, when Qian Renxue takes the Angel God's test in the future, she will be able to completely sever ties with the past and complete the inheritance!
As long as he doesn't do anything that harms the interests of the Spirit Hall, Qian Daoliu won't care what Bibi Dong does.

He should be more concerned about how things are going in Killing City than about that crazy woman, Bibi Dong.

"You little brat, don't disappoint me. If you can't even get out of this mere Slaughter City, you might as well just die. I can't afford to lose face like that!"

Meanwhile, in the City of Slaughter.

"Ah!"

In the residence, Tianxia Wuzei sneezed without warning.

"Hiss, who's talking about me?" He touched his nose. "Could it be those three guys?! Whatever, whoever's talking about me, I'm going to beat them up when I get out of here."

Traitors, those who betray their country, and those with shifty eyes: Listen to me, thank you, for you have warmed the four seasons.

The thief got up and walked to the window. The inner city was always immersed in killing and depravity.

"Looks like I need to speed things up! It's best to avoid places like this."

Thus began his training in the City of Slaughter.

Two months later, he was participating in at least twenty killings a month, and his winning streak reached fifty-two.

Such a terrifying record made the name of the Burst King spread throughout the entire Killing City.

After that one killing spree and two months of frenzied slaughter, no one dared to ambush him after the match.

Because the thieves in the world seem to be monsters with inexhaustible energy, showing no signs of weakness even after a killing spree.

During this period, the King of Slaughter has also made his move quite often, arranging opponents who are at least Soul King level or above.

Unfortunately, under the influence of the Overlord Chasing Wind Fist and its derivative moves from the "No Thieves Under Heaven" technique, he seemed to be unaffected by the restrictions of the Slaughter City, and directly killed his opponent, who was of a higher level.

That's why the King of Slaughter was defeated and subdued.

"That despicable killing goddess Bibi Dong, she actually plotted against me!"

The King of Slaughter initially thought that Bibi Dong's deal with him was a very simple matter, but he gradually discovered that the strength of the Thief of the World far exceeded his imagination.

Although he could personally kill Tianxia Wuzei, he would then face Qian Daoliu's reckoning.

Such a deal is not worthwhile.

The King of Slaughter glanced at Tianxia Wuzei, who was fighting nine opponents alone in the hellish killing field, and made up his mind.

"The deal with the God of Slaughter is over. My City of Slaughter will not be put in danger because of a mere God of Slaughter."

He will no longer target the "No Thieves Under Heaven" campaign. Whether he can achieve a hundred-win streak in the Hell Killing Arena depends on his own strength.

The King of Slaughter stopped interfering, and the progress of "No Thieves Under Heaven" accelerated even further.

More than three months have passed.

"boom!"

Standing in the center of the hellish killing field, Wu Zetian shattered his last opponent with a single punch, his terrifying killing intent almost bursting through the hellish killing field.

One hundred consecutive wins!
"Explosion King! Explosion King! Explosion King!"

The fallen warriors watching in the vast hellish killing arena cheered enthusiastically as Tianxia Wuzei achieved a hundred consecutive victories.

Because they no longer need to face the brutal Burst King in the hellish killing field.

Just then, a blood-red figure descended from the sky, accompanied by sounds coming from all directions.

"Congratulations, young Burst King!"

Just as the King of Slaughter was about to recruit a group of thieves, an impatient voice interrupted him.

"I don't want to listen to your nonsense here! Let's begin the Path to Hell!"

Upon hearing this, the entire hellish killing field fell silent instantly, so quiet you could hear a pin drop!
(End of this chapter)