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

Chapter 36 Threatening Tang Hao
“Are you here?!”

Sensing Tang Hao's actions, Tianxia Wuzei understood.

Then, he looked at Zhao Wuji with a mocking expression: "You've locked onto me? Are you sure?"

The voice was light and airy, yet it was like a sharp knife, piercing Zhao Wuji's heart.

Zhao Wuji's sinister smile froze on his face as he suddenly recalled the scene where he and Tang San switched places.

However, he quickly realized what was happening and sneered, "My fifth soul skill is locked onto you. Even if you and Tang San switched places, you still wouldn't be able to dodge this attack!"

"Really? And when did I ever say I wanted to switch places with Tang San?"

The thief sneered, and a leaf in front of him emitted an eerie blue light.

The wind imprint swirled wildly among the leaf veins, resonating strongly with the mark on Tang San's body.

"Change!"

With a low shout, Tang San, lying in a pool of blood, was pulled away as if by an invisible hand and appeared in the palm of Tianxia Wuzei in the blink of an eye.

The verdant leaves drifted down into the deep pit, instantly soaking in blood and turning dark red.

The Thief Under Heaven grabbed Tang San by the back of his collar, much like a dying hare being picked up by a hunter.

"What?!" Zhao Wuji was shocked and tried to interrupt the soul skill.

However, a soul skill that has already been fully unleashed cannot be so easily interrupted.

"Immovable King," Tianxia Wuzei drawled, his voice laced with mockery, "If you were to throw that punch, Tang San's life would be in danger!"

He deliberately lifted Tang San's body high, clearly telling Zhao Wuji that this was his shield!
Just as Zhao Wuji was about to strike Tang San, a dark shadow swept by a strong wind and sent him flying with a snap!
"Boom!" Zhao Wuji crashed into the ground like a cannonball, raising clouds of dust.

A dark figure descended like a demon god, its terrifying soul power sweeping away everything within a ten-zhang radius like a tsunami!
Even the thief-free world was no exception; it was blown dozens of feet away.

"Zhao Wuji, is this how you protect my son?!" Tang Hao's roar made everyone's eardrums ache.

Zhao Wuji scrambled to his feet, his dignity as a Soul Saint shattered. He could only hiss as he tried to explain, "Senior, that brat used evil magic to switch our positions, I..."

"Shut up!" Tang Hao's eyes were bloodshot, and the Clear Sky Hammer appeared in his hand. "I'll settle the score with you after I've dealt with him!"

"Tsk, how domineering. You're right here, yet you still want others to protect your son. You're not some kind of fallen soul master who can't be seen in the light of day, are you!"

The mocking voice of "No Thieves Under Heaven" suddenly broke in; others might not recognize the person, but he knew it perfectly well.

"Youngster, don't think you can act recklessly just because you have a Soul Douluo protecting you in the shadows. Release the mistress, and I might give you a quick death!"

Before Tang Hao finished speaking, nine spirit rings suddenly bloomed beneath his feet!
"boom!"

In an instant, the color of the world changed!

Yellow, purple, black, black, black, red—the nine soul rings, like nine blazing suns, burst forth with dazzling light in the night!

Especially that scarlet 100,000-year soul ring, the moment it appeared, the entire space trembled!
In an instant, a terrifying pressure of soul power swept across the entire area like a tsunami!

"A... a Title Douluo?!"

Ning Rongrong exclaimed in surprise; she was one of the people present who was quite familiar with Title Douluos.

The oppressive feeling emanating from the black-robed man before her was even stronger than that from Bone Douluo.

Zhu Zhuqing's face turned pale; she hadn't expected that Tang San's father was actually a powerful Title Douluo.

Ye Zhi Qiu was relatively close and was an ordinary Soul King.

Under the pressure of the titled Douluo, his knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Zhao Wuji, who had just been slapped, was now ashen-faced and covered in cold sweat. He roared inwardly, "Damn little beast, you've forced Haotian Douluo to get serious!"

Even the trio of treacherous officials, who were used to seeing big scenes, couldn't help but show surprise at this moment.

Unaware that the Lion Douluo was secretly protecting them, they couldn't help but feel worried.

However, Tianxia Wuzei remained calm and kept a distance of more than ten meters from Tang Hao.

The overwhelming pressure of a Title Douluo, enough to suffocate ordinary people, could not shake him in the slightest.

Upon seeing this, Tang Hao took a step forward, and the ground beneath his feet immediately cracked inch by inch!
"Kid, this is your last warning." His voice was like a chilling spring from the depths of hell, every word carrying a bone-chilling killing intent. "Let go of Xiao San, and I'll leave you a whole corpse."

"Interesting, let's make a bet then."

Undeterred by the imposing manner, Tianxia Wuzei grabbed Tang San by the throat and said, "Let's bet on whether you kill me first or I kill your son first!"

As he spoke, he exerted a little force with his hand, and his sharp nails easily pierced the skin, causing bright red blood to immediately slide down Tang San's neck.

Tang Hao immediately stopped in his tracks, his gaze sharp as a knife, staring intently at Tianxia Wuzei.

The entire space seemed to freeze at that moment, and the air became viscous.

Ning Rongrong instinctively covered her mouth, her delicate body trembling uncontrollably.

Zhu Zhuqing's cat-like pupils constricted, her nails digging deeply into her palms. At the same time, an absurd thought flashed through both of their minds!

He actually dared to threaten a Title Douluo?!

"Boy..." Tang Hao's voice was as cold as the depths of hell, "Are you threatening me?!"

A playful smile curled at the corner of Tianxia Wuzei's lips. He grabbed Tang San's hair with his other hand, forcing his pale face to face Tang Hao: "Isn't this obvious enough?"

He's forcing Tang Hao to make a choice!

They either give up their biggest bargaining chip for revenge against the Spirit Hall and watch their son die!
We could take a gamble and see if we could kill him first and save Tang San.

Tang Hao's eyes were bloodshot, and he was panting heavily, his knuckles cracking as he clenched his fists.

As the Sun God Douluo, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?

After weighing the pros and cons in his mind, Tang Hao made up his mind.

Tang San was merely a tool for him to take revenge on the Spirit Hall and return to the Clear Sky Sect.

If you die, you can find another one slowly.

For the sake of his pitiful dignity, this ant that threatens him must die!

"Boy, do you think you can stop me like this? No matter what you do, you can't escape death today!"

Tang Hao let out a cold laugh and continued walking forward step by step.

Tianxia Wuzei narrowed his eyes, never expecting Tang Hao to be such a heartless person.

"What a loving father-son relationship! Since you want it so badly, here you go!"

He suddenly threw Tang San away, and his entire body flew away into the distance like an arrow released from a bow.

Tang Hao remained unmoved; he wanted to kill the ants that threatened him first.

Suddenly his pupils contracted sharply, and his intuition as a Title Douluo made him tremble all over.

"Hehe!" Tianxia Wuzei chuckled softly, looking at him without any fear.

Tang Hao realized something and was greatly alarmed.

Even Soul Douluo can only obey orders; he must have a Title Douluo powerhouse protecting him.

Thinking of this, he stopped moving forward, picked up Xiao Wu from the ground, and turned around to chase after Tang San, who had been thrown away.

Since he couldn't kill Tianxia Wuzei, he had to escape with minimal losses.

I feel a little regretful that there are no thieves in the world.

If Tang Hao makes a direct move, Lion Douluo will intervene.

However, he was not discouraged, as there would be plenty of opportunities to deal with Tang Hao in the future.

Just then, Zhao Wuji suddenly roared, "Dai Mubai, take Oscar and Ma Hongjun, let's escape!"

"Escape?" The thief waved his hand at the shadows. "Did I say you could leave?"

The cardinal's figure suddenly appeared, a flash of cold light, and Zhao Wuji's left arm fell to the ground.

"what!"

Zhao Wuji cried out in pain, completely unprepared for this turn of events.

Dai Mubai was carrying Ma Hongjun and Oscar out of the hotel when he saw this scene and tripped over his own feet, falling flat on his face!

"Tianxia Wuzei" looked at Zhao Wuji and Dai Mubai with a mocking expression and said, "You've damaged the hotel, and you think you can just leave without paying compensation?"

"We'll compensate! We'll compensate you right away!"

Seeing that Tang Hao had already retreated and there was still a Soul Douluo left, Zhao Wuji dared not act rashly and hurriedly took out all his gold soul coins.

Dai Mubai frantically searched for his money pouch.

"Now... can you let us go?" Zhao Wuji asked, his voice trembling as he endured the excruciating pain.

"No Thieves Under Heaven" smiled contemptuously and said, "If you want to leave, you can crawl out of my sight."

Seeing their troubled expressions, Tianxia Wuzei gave the cardinal a look, and the latter immediately stepped forward.

"Crawl! We'll crawl right now!" Zhao Wuji dared not hesitate any longer and truly crawled like a stray dog.

Dai Mubai disregarded his dignity and dragged Oscar and Ma Hongjun away in a disheveled state.

Just as Zhao Wuji and the others scrambled away like stray dogs, Tianxia Wuzei looked in the direction Tang Hao had left and murmured softly.

"This is just the beginning, it's not over yet!!"

(End of this chapter)