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

Chapter 35 Using a borrowed knife to kill, Tang Hao makes his move?!
"careful!"

Zhu Zhuqing's cat-like pupils suddenly contracted, and her Netherworld Thrust instinct kicked in, but it was too late.

A barrage of hidden weapons rained down like a storm, aiming straight for the vital points of Tianxia Wuzei!
"Die! Die! Anyone who dares to hurt Xiao Wu, die!"

Tang San roared, quickening his movements.

Little did he know that in the realm of wind, all his movements were exposed.

The thief smiled slightly, having already seen through the sneak attack.

In order not to interfere with his next plan, he lightly waved his sleeve.

A sudden gust of wind sent the traitors and their accomplices flying more than ten feet away, out of the range of the hidden weapons and Zhao Wuji's attacks.

"Tang San, well done!" Zhao Wuji leaped over, and the Mighty Vajra Bear's true form crashed down like a meteorite. "You're all going to die!"

Despite facing two deadly threats, Tianxia Wuzei remained calm and composed.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Wuji's eyes widened in fury, and he roared in anger: "Arrogant! You dare to act like this even when you're about to die!"

Before the words were finished, the bear's paw, carrying immense force, pressed down.

Tang San's hidden weapon arrived first, its cold light flashing, revealing its murderous intent.

The cardinal, hidden in the shadows, had sweat beading on his palms and tried several times to intervene.

However, without the order to eliminate thieves, one cannot act arbitrarily.

Tang Hao sneered repeatedly: "So what if your talent surpasses that of the mistress? Your arrogance will surely lead you to your demise!"

While the Lion Douluo, who was lurking the deepest, was very confident in the absence of thieves, he was also secretly alarmed.

"This kid really leaves no room for compromise! He's ruthless to his enemies, but even more ruthless to himself! One wrong move and he's doomed!"

However, the protagonist, Tianxia Wuzei, remained completely calm and composed.

He glanced at a certain spot and gave a mocking smile: "Laugh now, but you won't be laughing in a moment!"

Just as the attack landed on him, he snapped his fingers.

The next moment, Zhao Wuji's giant palm pressed down, suddenly stirring up a cloud of mud and dust, which churned like a raging tide.

The cold light of the hidden weapons flashed in the dust and mist, all striking the blurry figure and making a sickening "pfft" sound.

Immediately after, the Mighty King Kong Bear's giant paw struck the dark figure, and with a loud bang, the ground instantly collapsed, creating a large crater.

Ye Zhi Qiu, standing in the hotel, trembled slightly with his hands behind his back. He shook his head and sighed, "What a pity. If such a genius could enter my Canghui Academy, how could he not rise to prominence?"

"Boss!" The traitor collapsed to the ground, feigning tears, "You left in such a hurry, you didn't even tell me the password to the treasure chest!"

The one who immediately played the role of recognizing a thief as his father chimed in: "Exactly, exactly! It's such a waste to leave the inheritance lying around!"

"Waaaaah..." The shifty-eyed man wailed the loudest, "Boss, how can I compete with those two for your will without it!"

This performance plunged Zhu Zhuqing into an icy abyss, vividly recalling the cruel past of the Star Luo royal family and the Zhu family fighting amongst themselves.

Ning Rongrong was also shocked; the little witch was speechless at this moment.

"Hahaha, Tang San did a great job. If you hadn't distracted them, it would have taken me a lot of effort to get rid of this brat."

Zhao Wuji emerged from the smoke and dust with a great laugh, feeling delighted to have eliminated a major threat to his mind.

However, his words did not receive a response from Tang San.

He immediately looked toward where Tang San was, his pupils suddenly shrinking to the size of pinpoints, his face filled with disbelief.

"How, how is it possible?!"

Ye Zhi Qiu, Zhu Zhu Qing, and Ning Rong Rong were taken aback upon seeing this, and then followed Zhao Wu Ji's gaze.

There stood there unharmed, but Tang San was nowhere to be seen.

"Where's the mistress? Where did she go?!"

Tang Hao, who was hiding in the shadows, suddenly felt a chill in his heart, as he hadn't even noticed when Tang San had disappeared.

When Wu Zetian heard these three clowns plotting his inheritance, the veins on his forehead bulged, and a conspicuous "well" character instantly appeared on his forehead.

"You three bastards!"

After three loud bangs, the three traitors were reduced to three slumps like three radishes.
It plunged headfirst into the ground, leaving only its six legs sticking out and kicking comically.

Not satisfied with that, Tianxia Wuzei rushed over and unleashed a barrage of attacks on their faces, which were stuck in the ground.

The sounds of banging echoed incessantly, utterly brutal! "Boss, I was wrong. I shouldn't have coveted your inheritance. Spare me!" A muffled voice, as if acknowledging a thief as one's father, came from the ground.

With shifty eyes and two legs, it struggled desperately, its voice trembling with tears: "I was wrong! I don't want the inheritance!"

The traitors and rebels suffered the worst; their faces were swollen like pig heads, and they could only make muffled "ooh ooh ooh" sounds.

After beating him for a while, Tianxia Wuzei clapped his hands and stood up, looking refreshed.

"Phew, it feels so good to beat up my buddies. They're definitely meant to be beaten up!"

Although the thief knew the three bastards' mourning was fake, that didn't stop him from beating them up.

They're just sitting here pretending to divide the inheritance; if we don't beat them up, who should we beat up?

The reason he knew they were faking it was because, apart from himself, no one understood him better than the three traitors.

The three of them were naturally aware of the effects of the third soul skill.

They're just clueless, pulling this stunt.

Immediately, Wu Zetian turned to look at Zhao Wuji and waved to him like a friend.

Zhao Wuji's pupils dilated violently, and he shouted, "Impossible, absolutely impossible. The feeling just now was right, it definitely hit."

"No Thieves Under Heaven" nodded in deep agreement. "Yes, you're right. That attack definitely hit. But it's a pity that I wasn't the one who got hit."

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, then quickly understood.

Tang Hao, hidden in the shadows, widened his eyes, realizing something, and stared at the deep pit with a piercing gaze.

Zhao Wuji was the second to react, and with a palm strike, he instantly dispersed the dust and smoke.

Upon closer inspection, everyone saw that Tang San was covered in all sorts of hidden weapons, lying sprawled at the bottom of the pit like a dying hedgehog.

His body was limp, clearly indicating that all his bones were broken. Blood gushed from hundreds of wounds, winding into a hideous spider web in the dust.

His pupils were unfocused, the light of his Purple Demon Eyes had long since faded, and only a series of gasping sounds came from his throat.

Tianxia Wuzei squinted, sensing Tang San's situation in the pit, and couldn't help but gasp in astonishment.

"Tsk tsk tsk, covered in things and slapped by a Soul Saint, yet still able to breathe? Tang San, you're pretty tough!"

He used his third soul skill and the moves derived from the Wind Domain to switch places with Tang San at the last minute, resulting in this situation.

However, what makes it a pity for the world without thieves is that Tang San survived Zhao Wuji's attack and his own hidden weapon.

All I can say is that she truly deserves to be called the chosen one of this world.

Zhao Wuji stared at Tang San, who was barely alive in the deep pit, his whole body turned cold and his heart almost stopped beating.

In an instant, a terrifying killing intent locked onto him from the shadows.

"Damn it! Tang San is the son of Haotian Douluo. Now that I have severely injured him and he is on the verge of death, how can Haotian Douluo spare me? My life is over!"

"No, there's still a chance! As long as I kill Tianxia Wuzei and use Oscar's sausage to keep Tang San alive, I can live!"

Zhao Wuji suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot and his soul power surging violently.

In an instant, the ground beneath his feet exploded!

Spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly, and rubble flew out like a torrential rain.

His burly body transformed into a blurry afterimage, tearing the air apart with a piercing sonic boom.

"Wait!" Ye Zhi Qiu gritted his teeth and blocked Zhao Wu Ji's path. The emblem of Canghui Academy gleamed coldly in the moonlight. "My Lord Soul Saint, this matter..."

"roll!"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Wuji's roar was like a thunderclap, and the sound wave sent him flying several feet away!
"Fifth Soul Skill: Location Tracking!"

With a sinister grin, Zhao Wuji activated his soul skill, and a line formed from condensed soul power instantly wrapped around Tianxia Wuzei's body!
"You little beast, let's see how you escape this time?!"

The air seemed to freeze, and the shadow of death pressed down as if it were a tangible reality.

However, Tianxia Wuzei slowly raised his eyes.

A strange smile curved his lips, and Zhao Wuji's ferocious face was reflected in his pupils, as if he were watching a farce he had foreseen.

"Are you sure you've really locked onto me?!"

Upon hearing this, Tang Hao's pupils shrank drastically in the shadows. His figure tore through the night like a ghost, bursting forth with overwhelming killing intent!

(End of this chapter)