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

Chapter 13 Blood Feud Revealed to the World, Deadly Winds Rise (Test Read, Please Continue Reading!)

Qian Daoliu's voice suddenly resounded throughout the entire Spirit City, and everyone looked up in surprise at the location of the Spirit Hall Academy.

"What?! The High Priest is going to bestow the title of Holy Son?!"

"The Spirit Hall has not produced a Holy Son for many years. I never thought I would witness this historic moment today!"

"No thieves under heaven? Isn't that the leader of the Four Great Evil Thieves? I never imagined he would surpass Xie Yue and Yan of the Golden Generation to become the Holy Son?!"

The people of Wuhun City didn't seem to care much, but the students of Wuhun Hall Academy were so shocked they were speechless.

The vast majority of them were lackeys of the Golden Generation, and they often spoke ill of the Four Villains behind their backs.

The Four Evil Thieves were a name coined by the author of "No Thieves Under Heaven," who wanted the Four Evil Thieves to reappear in the Douluo Continent.

In addition, they are not only ruthless to their enemies, but also ruthless to themselves.

In a corner of the sixth grade at the Spirit Hall Academy, several people who had survived the beating of three traitors six years ago were pale-faced.

The once arrogant spiky-haired guy suddenly collapsed to the ground, his legs giving way, his crotch soaked with a wet, hot liquid.

His eyes rolled back, and he made a hissing sound in his throat before fainting on the spot.

"Hey, he peed!" Someone pinched their nose and took two steps back, but no one laughed.

The senior students clenched their fists, their nails digging deep into their palms.

They had witnessed the glory of the golden generation, but now they had to accept this fact.

The four-person group they considered a "joke" trampled their seemingly unattainable golden generation underfoot in just six years.

On the stage, Wu Zetian was stunned.

"The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall? Is this the surprise Old Deng was talking about?"

When Qian Daoliu was participating in today's life-or-death battle, he spoke to him.

He said that if the four of you brothers could defeat the Golden Generation head-on, he would give himself a surprise.

In retrospect, the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall was indeed a pleasant surprise.

After all, both the Holy Son and Holy Daughter are strong contenders for the next Pope and enjoy the support of the Spirit Hall's massive resources.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, the next Pope of the Spirit Hall will have to be chosen from among the Holy Son and Holy Daughter.

Lion Douluo was the first to bow with his hand on his chest. Qianjun and Jiangmo, the two elders, exchanged a smile and shouted in unison, "Congratulations, Holy Son!"

The Soul Masters below the stage were startled awake, and a deafening roar of kneeling worship swept across the entire venue.

The traitors were overjoyed: "Great! Our leader has become a holy son! Let's see who dares to call us peasants now!"

"Hehe, the names of us four villains will surely spread throughout the entire continent!" The eyes gleamed as he recognized the enemy as his father.

With shifty eyes and an arrogant air, he acted like the world was his boss: "You used to ignore us, but now you can't even look up to us!"

"No Thief Under Heaven" stepped forward to bestow the seal, while Qian Daoliu's voice continued to echo in the void.

"From this day forward, Tianxia Wuzei is the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall. The Holy Son shall wield the Angel's Decree, and his status shall be equivalent to that of a Spirit Hall retainer!"

Before the echo had faded, the angel's decree transformed into a golden light and hovered before Tianxia Wuzei.

"No Thieves Under Heaven" grabbed Jin Guang and said respectfully, "Thank you, Master!"

This Angel Token is a valuable item, its status equivalent to that of a Spirit Hall enshrined.

The status of the enshrined members of the Spirit Hall is higher than that of the elders of the Spirit Hall, meaning that the Angel's Decree is superior to the Pope's Decree.

On this day, the news of the Spirit Hall's investiture of a Holy Son spread throughout the continent, shaking all forces.

All forces with some strength immediately began investigating the identity of the Spirit Hall's Holy Son.

At night, Tianxia Wuzei sat quietly on the star-gazing platform at the highest point of the offering hall, while the leaves of the towering ancient tree beside him rustled in the breeze.

His expression was indifferent, showing no joy at winning against the Golden Generation or becoming a saint.

Because the Golden Generation did not use their full strength, Xie Yue and Hu Liena did not unleash their Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

The title of Holy Son of the Spirit Hall is not as good as one might imagine.

"I'm still not strong enough! Although my soul power has reached level 35 at the age of twelve, which is unmatched among my peers, even Tang San is a few levels lower than me. But for those older generations, I am still too weak."

"No Thieves Under Heaven" sighed. Although he had become the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall and reached the "Minor Friend Realm."

However, the Spirit Hall has offended many people, and many people want to kill him, the Holy Son.

Overall, this identity has both advantages and disadvantages.

We must not only guard against potential external dangers, but also guard against Bibi Dong stabbing us in the back.

"I'm still too weak. It's urgent for me to become stronger. It's time to go out and gain experience. I don't want to waste those opportunities to become stronger quickly."

The man clenched his fist, his eyes filled with determination.

For six years, they fought a so-called life-or-death battle with the Golden Generation every year, but it was never a real life-or-death battle.

He is still a hothouse flower, having never experienced real hardship.

"However, before leaving the Spirit Hall, some things must be brought to light."

"No Thieves Under Heaven" tilted his head slightly, watching a familiar figure approach.

He said with a hint of teasing, "Deacon Han, you've finally arrived. I thought you'd forgotten all about our agreement."

Han Qingfei blushed, looking ashamed: "Your Highness is joking, how could I possibly forget?"

The thief knew he had already made his move, but he kept delaying it because of the bad relationship between the four brothers and the Golden Generation.

Nowadays, of course, those who know when to yield are the wise ones.

He wasn't angry about it, because that's human nature, and said calmly, "In that case, tell me everything you've found out."

Han Qingfei stood solemnly, his voice low and suppressed: "It has been investigated and found that the deaths of the two elders were not caused by soul beasts."

The thief's eyes suddenly sharpened like an eagle's, and long-buried memories began to awaken.

I listened quietly without interrupting.

"It was fire." Han Qingfei gritted his teeth, each word like a knife. "It was a Soul Master with a mutated fire attribute Martial Soul who killed the two elders."

"Buzz!"

His fist clenched tightly, and a wisp of wind escaped from between his fingers. The fallen leaves beneath his feet were crushed into dust by an invisible force.

"Go on!" Although he already had someone in mind, he was not blinded by anger.

Han Qingfei's expression was cold. "Behind the murderer stands a Soul Saint, Flander, the dean of Shrek Academy. Therefore, the Barak Kingdom lied and claimed that the two elders died at the hands of a Soul Beast."

"Shrek Flander? It really is him!" Tianxia Wuzei muttered to himself, and the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped.

Han Qingfei didn't hear him and continued, "This Flander brought back a beast with a flawed martial soul from the countryside. That beast's flawed martial soul required him to vent his lust, so he raped young girls on the outskirts of Soto City. Unfortunately, two old men happened to be passing by and witnessed it, so..."

He didn't continue speaking; everything was left unsaid.

When the thief closed his eyes, they opened again, and his pupils were now only cold.

"Flander and Ma Hongjun, you two are very good!"

Although the soul of "No Thieves Under Heaven" came from another world, the two elders were still the parents of this body and the three traitors.

If he does nothing, he is not worthy of being a son.

The man, who was seemingly in a state of rage, didn't fly into a rage; in fact, he completely suppressed his murderous aura.

Seeing that he didn't move, Han Qingfei reminded him: "The Kingdom of Barak, not wanting to offend Flander, covered up that beast's crimes by claiming that the two elders died from the mouth of a soul beast."

“I see,” said the thief in the world in a low voice. “No wonder Soto City was suddenly placed under martial law back then, and no wonder everyone kept quiet.”

A withered leaf drifted down onto his shoulder and was instantly shredded into pieces by an invisible wind blade.

"No Thief Under Heaven" waved his hand and said in a calm tone, "Deacon Han, please go back. Someone will deliver the gold soul coins to your residence later. Goodbye."

Han Qingfei knew that Tianxia Wuzei was in a bad mood at the moment, so he responded and left.

After a long silence, Tianxia Wuzei's eyes turned cold, and his tone was as cold as the dead of winter.

"It's time for us to settle our score!"

(End of this chapter)